So-li-va-gant ~Latin
Someone who wanders or travels the world alone; a solitary adventurer.
Following seasons 1-3 of Supernatural.
Book One of the Solivagant series.
🥇 in bobbysinger 06/04/2020
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"Did you wrap this with a Chinese take-out menu?"
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"El?"
My attention briefly faltering from the clothes I'm shoving into my duffle I notice Dean leaned up in bed. Squinting over to me I spot the confusion etched into his features clearly wondering why I'm packing. Quietly glancing over to Sam I spot him still fast asleep. Out like a light as they say. Glancing back to Dean I rise to my feet "Sorry. I tried getting out quietly."
Worriedly, Dean perks up a little straighter under his covers "Why? What's going on?"
Sighing I rise to my feet, padding over to the side of Dean's bed "Ellen called. Apparently, Bobby got detained for DD."
"Drunken disorderly?" Dean checks surprised and I nod, perching myself atop the bed covers.
Rolling my neck around to shake the sleep I feel hanging over me, I assure Dean "It's not new. He always hits the booze a little harder this time of year."
Dean's gaze flickering down I know he understands what I'm insinuating. Family holidays have been touchy since losing Katie. Especially for Bobby. We never really celebrated Christmas. It's not like he had the money for thirty gifts and both of us were alright with that. Instead, Bobby took us to an ice-cream store in Sioux Falls. He did it right up until I was sixteen and I'm sure he would've kept doing it. Bobby told us we could order anything. We use to try and get through the entire menu but no matter how old we got by the fourth bowl of sundae Katie was throwing up in the toilets of the parlor and I'd be rocking myself better from greed. Every time, Bobby left smiling and every year we'd go back and try again as Bobby watched on amused. That was our Christmas. Flickering up once more, Dean guesses "I suppose you're going to miss Christmas then?"
"You've got Sam still", I try to hype for Dean, reaching over to place my hand on his bare forearm "Spend it with him."
Sighing, Dean runs his other hand tiredly over his face "Sam doesn't want to."
Empathetically, I mention to Dean "It might just be another reminder that next year on Christmas you'll be gone." Green eyes flickering back up to me, I tell him "Try to not take it too personally."
