#bobby's library

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Bobby’s Library - Part 2

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Warnings Apply Fandom: Supernatural Relationships: Cas x Reader, Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader Words: 1820

Bobby's Library - Part 2

You set down next to Dean at the table after serving everyone. He looks at you, "Burgers and pie. Girl out for my own heart." He smiles at you and touches his chest over his heart.

You smile and start eating. Sam starts the conversation, "So Y/N how did you know Bobby?"

You make eye contact with him, "He was a friend of my father and brother. They were both hunters." Don't give too much away. You look at Cas who isn't eating "May they all rest in peace." You turn back and start eating again.

Dean asks, "What were their names?"

"My father was Gayle and brother Thomas."

Sam looks up, "I think I remember a Gayle from Dad's journal."

"Yeah! He was a friend of Dad's. Great researcher. Guess that explains all the books." Dean adds with a chuckle.

"Bobby wasn't your father? When he called last he called you his boys..." you glance back down at your food being sure to keep your elbows off the table.

Dean and Sam exchange a look. Dean speaks up, "He was more of a serogate father to us.... and a wonderful friend." You all look down and morn for a minute and continue eating in silence. Cas looks at Dean, "Dean, may I speak to you privately? Y/N will you please excuse us."

You nod to him and they walk off into the other room, your eyes follow. Sam asks, "Y/N are you alone here? Do you have any other family?"

You stare at him, "I used to have a staff that helped keep up the house, but when my mother died I let them all go. I thought my brother was going to stay but once a hunter, always a hunter. He wouldn't stop, he couldn't. He had that I-have-to-save-everyone-or-die-trying kind of attitude."

"I know someone like that." He replies with an empathetic smile and looks at the other walking in.

Dean and Cas are very quiet when they sit down. Dean and Sam make eye-contact and you can only assume its about you. You and Sam continue to talk and ask questions about each other's lives. Dean and Cas stay quiet mostly and make weird eye contact frequently.

After everyone is finished eating you take them back down to the library. Cas sits in your arm chair staring at your bible. That's not creepy. Dean starts to take Bobby's books to their car. Sam looks at Cas and tries to ignore him nonchalantly. You decide to pick up a random book and let your mind wonder. The first thing that comes to mind is your last phone call with Bobby.

Your phone rings. you answer as soon as you see who it is. "Hey Y/N, it's Bobby. I was calling to ask a weird question."

You reply with no hesitation. "Hey Bobby! Shoot!"

"Do you happen to know anything about Leviathans?"

"Umm they are a very old and nasty race of monsters that live in Purgatory. Why do you ask? As far as I know they aren't real..."

"Oh no reason in particular. I've been doing some research lately and I can't seem to find anything about them in my books."

You laugh. "What requires research about evil monsters in Purgatory? A land that no one knows if it's real or not?"

He nervously chuckles. "Just crossed my mind and I thought I'd ask. Anyways, How you doin Y/N?"

"Okay. I guess. Just tryin to keep my promises. Hey, Bobby. I can look in my books for anything mentioning of Purgatory and Leviathans if you'd like."

"That'd be great Y/N!! I'm sorry, but you'll have to excuse me. My boys just drove up."

"No problem Bobby. You take it easy now." The phone clicks with the end of the phone call. You realize you never got to call him back and say how much of nothing you found.

You snap back to reality when Dean yells for you.

"Y/N! Hello?!?" He snaps at you.

You look up and notice Cas staring at you. "What?" You look at the one who's yelling.

"I asked you if there was anything else." Dean looks at you then at Sam.

"Oh. Umm. No that was all of the books." You glance at Sam. "I must insist you boys stay the night. Its supposed to rain over night and y'all don't know the roads."

Cas looks up towards the roof. "It's already raining." He says. Then you hear a thunder that raddles the whole house.

Sam glares at Cas then looks back at you. "Alrighty then. Where may we sleep?"

~Angela

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Ooooh! 14.

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14. Describe Bobby’s Library requested by inferification

When Sam closed his eyes and thought of home, the first thought that came to his mind was smooth leather of the Impala’s cab, the wind in his hair and rock and roll music playing on the raido. It was the faint smell of tobacco that never did quite come out of the upholstery, no matter how many times Dean cleaned it.

But if you asked him for second place, he would describe Bobby’s library. More often than not, when John dumped him and his brother off at Bobby’s during the days, weeks, months that John couldn’t be bothered to raise his sons, Sam would find himself in the stuffy room working on homework or reading up on whatever lore their dad needed for a job.

On those rainy days when they couldn’t go out and explore in the salvage yard, he and Dean would lie on the musty knockoff Persian and make patterns on the faded wallpaper.

When Sam was pissed at his brother or at Bobby, or his dad, or the world, he would retreat to the comfort of the creaky armchair that had the wooden handles he had carved his initials into when he was five and was learning his letters. He’d sit there for hours, listening to the old Hank Williams records that Bobby kept around for the nights that the whiskey wasn’t enough. Sometimes he would finish an entire novel in one sitting. It was his haven.

The library always smelled like a combination of Old Spice, rot gut whiskey, incense and dust, and to Sam, it was his favorite smell in the entire world.

The bookshelves were stuffed full with lore, journals, histories, County data. A couple of the old Great Illustrated Classics that Dean had used to teach Sam how to read with were in there, hidden behind a Necronomicon older than his grandfather’s grandfather and a composition notebook filled with some of the short stories he’d written at Sioux Falls Middle School. Sometimes he’d pull out that old King Arthur tale

From time to time, Sam will catch a whiff of the flavor of Old Spice that Bobby preferred as he and Dean are walking down a street or in a supermarket, and he’d be taken back to that small room off the kitchen with the faded wallpaper and creaky floorboards. 

That room was gone now, along with the rest of Bobby’s house. Sam had stopped by the old ruin during that long year that Dean was gone. He’d taken a weekend away from Amelia and drove up to South Dakota, with Riot by his side as they drove north to the only home he’d ever really known.

The house was technically his now. Dean was gone and Bobby had left the place to them. The insurance company had offered a settlement to rebuild it but Sam had declined.

He took one look at the burned down ruin that he used to spend lonely afternoons reading up on fantastical lore and left.

Sometimes it’s better for things to remain in the past.

Sam didn’t have a home here anymore. So he might as well go back and make one with Amelia. 

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