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[bobby-ya-idjit]

Visiting Hours | Bobby and Lisa

For the first time in who knows how long Bobby had a few hours of time off. No case, angel crap was at a dead end, and he had nothing to do. So he wandered into his backyard and found a car in the unlimited supply that he wanted to work on. He pushed it into his workshop and began shifting the frame as best he could back to normal, replacing tires, and polishing miscellaneous parts here and there.

He was just about to start under the hood when he heard the doorbell ring. There goes his leisure time. If someone was at his door, it meant no more free time for at least a couple more weeks, because by the time this person leaves, someone will call and need something. It always happened.

He wiped his greasy hands on a spare rag laying around and headed towards the house. As he got to the house he wandered over to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He then headed to the front door where his next issue was just on the other side. Bobby opened it, and surprisingly was welcomed by Lisa.

"Oh, Hey Lisa. Come on in."

[bobby-ya-idjit]

Phone Tag | Bobby & Lisa

Bobby hadn't seen or talked to Lisa in a little over a month now, and he figured it was time to check in. See how her and, if she'd heard from him, Ben are doing. He cooked his been and chili lunch, wearing his 'Kiss the Cook' apron as usual. After he ate a few bites he decided to pick up the phone.

The phone rang, again and again. Message. "Hey Lisa, it's Bobby Singer. Just checking in. Call me back if you're not dead." He hung up the phone and hoped that she was ok.

Lisa wasn't the type to always be answering her phone right away like Bobby so he didn't worry too much. It would be after a couple days that he would start to get concerned and probably drive over to her place across town.

Until then, he awaited her call.

[theboywiththeblades]

greetingcardperfect replied to your post: Benjamin. Isaac. Braeden. What is this I see about a child?

"I swear to God," Lisa said sharply—a sort of breathless panic rifling through her. "If she’s yours…" A sharp intake of breath, extending her hands for the girl. "Let me."

"Mom, I barely dated in high school." He found himself insisting in a tight voice even though it didn't matter. Ben handed her over, barely holding back his sigh of relief. She had felt so fragile in his arms, the very picture of innocence with that rosy pink skin and hair the color of spun sunlight. "Someone just came out of nowhere and gave her to me."

[theboywiththeblades]

Benjamin. Isaac. Braeden. What is this I see about a child?

He stared up at her with wide, frantic eyes. So far, the little three year old had been sated with a few funny faces and being able to piggy back on Ben's back, but he imagined that wouldn't last long. "I-I don't know." He whispered helplessly.

[theboywiththeblades]

Echoes and Silence, Patience and Grace || Closed Thread

♫ People I've loved, I have no regrets      Some I remember, some I forget       Some of them living, some of them dead        And all I want is to be home ♫ Ben was going home.

October had finally given way to the creeping cold of Fall. Trees blazed in a last flash of glory against early morning frost and a cloak of darkness that came closer and earlier every night. October brought relief in the form of damp morning air, warm store fronts, and the scent of pumpkin lingering in the air.

He had left around October of last year. A year. Three hundred and sixty fives days. How did the rest of that song go? How do you measure, measure in love? You measure in salt rounds, in motels, in exorcisms and scars. You measure in the days you've managed to stay alive, to keep two other people going too. Jesse and Claire, who he had told last week that he was going to finally see his mom. "I'll be back." Ben promised, more or less easing his own anxiety than their own.

Home wasn't where he had grown up though. Home was a Bed and Breakfast called Luck of the Draw. The kind of place that his mother would fit in perfectly. Old, but well loved, inviting from the moment you saw it with overflowing flowerbeds and cute Halloween decorations already out. Home was no longer a kitchen that had a crack in tile from when he let his first Junior Varsity football MVP trophy slip. Where a window faced out to a lawn where a bouncy house castle had once stood so long ago. Home no longer had a room on the second floor in the furthest corner where bookshelves groaned with too much weight and words bound with paper and glue. Where homework was done at the kitchen table and games were hastily piled into a futon to be played on the weekends. Home wasn't home anymore.

Ben knocked on the front door, not knowing how this worked. It wasn't his home, at least not yet. He didn't want to barge in. Why hadn't he brought Claire and Jesse with him? The young hunter was paralyzed with fear- not at facing hell hounds, rogue angels, hell, even Slenderman, but of seeing his mom again. 

[aamy-pond-blog]

Second Times the Charm || Lisa & Amy

It was cold; one of the colder days Sioux Falls had had yet this winter. The town was more empty than usual, what with all of the smarter residents staying bundled up inside. Unfortunately for Amy, she wasn't so lucky. An out of the blue call into work had her trudging out in knee deep snow the night before, and once again as she left the next morning. A cup of coffee in her hand as she left the chain store, she pulled her coat closer around her as the bitter cold once again shocked her system. Even in the sea of white it wasn't hard to spot her car - it was one of five in the parking lot. She made a beeline for it, more than ready to go home after a long night, when something caught the corner of her eye - or someone. A woman rummaging around in the trunk of her car. It wouldn't have struck Amy as anything odd, except for one thing. She recognized that car. More than a decade ago now. Young, tired, alone; she met a pregnant Lisa Braeden. Amy remembered their conversation, she remembered going off to eat with her - in that car. There was just something in her that knew she was right. Changing her path of direction, she slowly approached the woman. She didn't even know if Lisa would remember her. Hell, she didn't even know for sure if it was Lisa. But it couldn't hurt to try. "Lisa?"

[bobby-ya-idjit]

The Handy Mechanic || Lisa & Bobby

It had been a long week and Bobby was looking forward to having the night off for the first time in who knows how long. That's when he heard a knock on the door breaking his train of thought. He sighed knowing whoever was on the other side needed something, which meant no relaxing for him. But why would he expect any different? There was always someone at his door or someone on the phone wanting him to do something or another for them.

He got up and lazily grabbed his gun, letting it drop to his side like it was 50 lbs. Dragging his feet, Bobby tried to widen his eyes and look remotely awake. As he got to the door and opened it, Lisa was waiting.

Last he saw her they didn't exactly have the best visit or leave on the greatest terms. She needed to get some things off her chest and he just happened to be that person she took it out on. He appreciated her trust in him and her comfort in telling him her feelings, but he didn't always have time to listen to her issues. He had enough of those on his own. Bobby wondered what she wanted this time, someone to rant to or actual work he could do for her.

He liked Lisa, but she was a woman and that meant listening to every problem she had ever had in the last 6 months.

"Long time no see Lisa." Bobby put on a slight smile and opened the door wider to let her in.

[thedeanwinchesterr]

Old Habits // Dean and Lisa

Dean glanced down at Lisa, who seemed to be thinking about something. He wasn’t sure what to do, but he knew something.

He wanted her. And he wanted her now.

Dean shifted his weight just enough for Lisa to notice and rested his eyes on hers. “Hey,” he said softly.