dean-centric fic & art meme #8

[hoodietime]

So that fantastic, all-expenses-paid weekend getaway you had planned--you cancelled that, right? You're ready for this? BECAUSE I AM READY FOR THIS. MY BODY IS READY FOR THIS. In anticipation of S9, let's pour some chum in the waters. Bring on the Dean!pain (and comfort!). >:D

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[purple_carpets]

Seems like I picked the perfect day to check my LJ again. HI, GUYS! Remember me?

So, let's say Bobby's always been Dean's safe haven. Sure, he loves his dad more than anything, but John can be a drunk, unstable, mean son of a bitch, especially now that Sam's left them. Bobby has always been...not that. Now, let's say Dean shows up at the salvage yard unannounced, and it's the anniversary of Karen's death, and Bobby is a drunk mess, just like John when he gets lost in memories of Mary, and in that moment, it just fucks with everything Dean's ever known about his world. He wants to scream and cry and break expensive shit that makes a lot of noise. He doesn't though. He has to take care of Bobby and make sure he doesn't choke on his own puke.

[nong_pradu]

*waaaaaaaant!*

[juppschmitz]

You're back!!! *squishes you*

And oh, that prompt! Poor Dean :(

[somer]

AAAHHHHHHHHH!!! You, yoouuuuuuuuuu! Let me hug you! *waves* Soooooo good to hear from you :D

[sparrow_lately]

This is the hurtiest thing I've read in a long time and it's just a prompt D:

Fill: Intervals, 1/4

[sparrow_lately]

The title at least in my brain refers to a verse by Virgil: "His cares are eased with intervals and bliss;/His little children, climbing for a kiss,/Welcome their father's late return at night;/His faithful bed is crown'd with chaste delight." Because I am a giant sap and love Bobby. A lot. Even when he fucks up.

In theory, he didn’t like running to Bobby’s. It smacked of showing up with his tail between his legs, the pathetic, codependent little child Sam and John surely believed him to be, begging with big baby eyes to please let me stay? It felt like a forfeit, or like something more deeply pathetic--I can’t take care of myself, and daddy and little brother won’t do it for me. Will you?

But in practice, he ran to Bobby’s a lot. Usually he had some excuse at the ready--a question, an object, a case, a cryptic set of instructions from his father. Occasionally he had to steel himself, knock on Bobby’s door, and ask the hard question: Have you heard anything? Do you--do you know where my dad went? Is he alright?He frequently was

Re: Fill: Intervals, 2/4

[sparrow_lately]

Maybe, Dean thinks tentatively, maybe he can just be stopping by as a friend. Maybe he doesn’t need a crisis to visit. Hell, Bobby might even be relieved there’s no caretaking to be done. Dean chews his lip, tries hard to dispel the notion that if he doesn’t have an excuse for stopping by Bobby will have no reason to mask his annoyance, will be irritated that Dean is showing up at all. What the hell do you think this is, a halfway house?But Bobby is always saying he’s welcome anytime. He might just mean it. Dean swallows, attempts and attempts to beat down the voice in his head that reminds him with relentless consistency that absolutely nobody wants him around, especially if he isn’t even going to get anything done

Re: Fill: Intervals, 3/4

[sparrow_lately]

Dean lurches forward, and his arms come up on instinct. He’s drunk and he’s going to fall. Dean can do this. Dean has been doing this. He knows how this goes, he has since he was four. “Bobby,” he says, catching him, awkward and unwieldy, dragging him in the direction of the living room. Bobby doesn’t answer and lets Dean deposit him on the couch, get him water, crouch down to try and make eye contact. He is barely aware of himself, this is learned action, muscle memory, and he can hear his father’s voice in his ear, low and cracking as he apologizes endlessly to Mary, Mary, Mary. Dean knows how to be invisible. This is not about him. Bobby isn’t repeating any name again and again, but he is apologizing, and asking somebody, very possibly God, why and how, and as Dean fusses in the kitchen he considers the hunter’s life, wonders whose forgiveness he’ll be drunkenly begging for in thirty years time. Maybe, in that moment, he knows why Sam left.

“Bobby,” says Dean again, when he is back in the living room and back to crouching beside

Re: Fill: Intervals, 4/4

[sparrow_lately]

In the other room, Bobby makes a noise, and Dean has a vision of him passing out, vomiting, asphyxiating, and he can no more leave Bobby to that fate than he could his father. He comes back to himself, swipes blindly at his face, fills a new glass to the brim without looking down at the shards in the sink, reaches in blind and plucks one large piece out, shaped like a jagged diamond, closes it in his palm as he brings the water to Bobby.

“--everything I touch,” Bobby is saying when Dean wordlessly passes him the water, “you can’t stay, boy, everything I fucking touch turns to shit.”

It’s an unexpected sentiment, and one that makes Dean’s chest hurt in a way he can’t quite articulate, and he is seized with the sudden childish urge to dive onto the couch and gather Bobby in a hug, cuddle up to him like a child and tell him no, no, Bobby, you’re better than that. He doesn’t, though, because long experience has taught him that tough love works best in these situations (get off me, Dean, just get off--Christ, you’re too big for that

Re: Fill: Intervals, 4/4

[sparrow_lately]

Dean, Bobby, bacon, and messy crying. It happens.

I'm glad you...liked it? <3

Re: Fill: Intervals, 4/4

[purple_carpets]

Aaaaaahhhh, this is PERFECT! Thank you so much! The bacon will make everything better, right? Right???

Re: Fill: Intervals, 4/4

[sparrow_lately]

It has to!
I have a feeling Bobby was exceedingly gentle with Dean all morning before the panic got to be too much and he scurried off--but I also have a feeling he was back pretty quickly because Bobby "just really needed a second pair of eyes" on some document or some such...because Bobby is a mensch of the highest order, really, even when he fucks up.

Re: Fill: Intervals, 4/4

[tifaching]

"he’d take whatever welcomes he could get, and was careful not to overstay them." Oh, DEAN!

The thoughts in the poor messed up head. Perfection.

Re: Fill: Intervals, 4/4

[sparrow_lately]

Stanford Era!Dean is one thing I love to write but also never read because it legitimately makes me too sad. I'm glad you liiiiked it! <3

Re: Fill: Intervals, 4/4

[kalliel]

brb dying

This is beautiful. <333 I especially love the line about one door being open, in a world of many closed ones, and the way that folds back on itself in some ways, as the fic continues onward. These two, good god. <3