Honey-Trapped 2/?
A/N Since so many people asked, this story is going to be Bobby's POV only and it's going to be rather short. I have a longer story with alternating POVs planned after this one. We'll get more smutty bits then, too, because c'mon we can't really do that with Bobby's POV.
Chapter 2
Bobby wasn't sure what he had expected. Not this. But thinking about it, it made sense.
The industrial area with two times more abandoned buildings than ones still in use, the cement fence covered with graffiti, the gate.
This was a place where you could keep somebody prisoner without anybody noticing. Or caring.
Bobby drove through the open gate and made his way slowly up the driveway. The building coming in view used to be a factory of some kind, he noticed, a typical block of cement walls and industrial windows.
Bobby parked in front of it and got out of the car. He adjusted his hat and fought the urge to just find Dean, grab the boy and get him out of here. This place looked like a prison.
From the side he heard some noises and he followed them around the corner. He stepped through the open garage door, big enough for a truck, but stopped dead when he saw Dean.
The boy had his back to him so he hadn't noticed him right away and with the headphones on and working with a blowtorch he wouldn't any time soon.
"Dean!" Bobby raised his voice and stepped closer to get in Dean's field of view. He didn't want to startle him, that could end badly with the blowtorch.
Stepping closer didn't help identifying the chunk of metal Dean was working on and Bobby couldn't help but wonder what Dean saw in this old and rusty piece of junk. He probably saw a part that would fit in the car he was working on. Like a sculptor who saw a statue hiding in a block of marble or something like that. Bobby wasn't an artist. He adjusted his hat.
"Dean!" Bobby tried again, carefully staying out of the blowtorch's reach.
"Bobby." Dean finally noticed him and flashed him a grin. His face was covered with sweat and grime except for the part that had been covered by the safety glasses he now took off. It gave him a raccoon-ish look which took years off him. For a second Bobby saw the boy who had spent his childhood summers with him. Dean had almost been happy during those summers.
He looked happy now.
Dean hadn't bothered to shave for a few days and it suited him. He looked good. Gone were the bags under his eyes, the lines of worry on his too young face and he didn't look so hollow and haunted anymore.
Bobby had noticed that before when Dean had visited him while he and Sam had taken some time off from each other, before the whole John fiasco, but if Bobby was honest, he hadn't been sure if that would last. Now that Dean was back with Sam.
"Didn't expect you so soon." Dean turned off the blowtorch and wiped his hands and face with a rag.
"Got lucky with the traffic." Bobby answered with a shrug. He didn't mention that he hadn't slept much last night and had an really early start.
It had been a few weeks since Dean had left with Sam and Bobby was eager to see how Dean was doing. In their almost daily phone calls and emails Dean never grew tired of telling him that he was fine, that he was happy with Sam but Bobby needed to see for himself.
Of course Dean knew what Bobby's opinion on Sam was and Bobby got that it was bothering Dean that he wasn't approving of his boyfriend. That was the main reason Dean had invited him so soon after John's funeral, so that Bobby could see with his own eyes what kind of man Sam was.
Bobby had his first reading session at Dean's hospital bed, not much else to do than to learn about what John had done to the boy and how to help him once he woke up. If he woke up. It had been three long months.
Bobby had his second reading session over the last few weeks, after he'd learned about Sam, and with the internet only one click way Bobby had learned a thing or two. He knew the signs he was looking for. He just wasn't sure what he would do if he found any. Or if he didn't.
"C'mon, I show you around." Dean put his tools away and gestured for Bobby to follow him.
Most of what Dean called the basement was in a state of chaos.
"Wait until it's finished." Dean promised with a dreamy smile. "I'm throwing out all the old stuff. New flooring, fresh paint on the walls and better lights. I want different stations for the different work steps. One or two storage rooms. It's gonna be awesome."
Dean showed him around, every room already designed in his mind, and Bobby couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm.
However, Dean didn't have much to say for what had been a large production hall. For now it seemed to be the dumping place for everything Dean had cleaned out of the other rooms.
"Lots of space in here." Bobby commented when Dean didn't offer any plans for this room.
"I'm not sure what to do with it yet." Dean said but the way he rubbed the back of his head and tried to stir Bobby out of the room told him that Dean had a pretty good idea what to do with the hall.
Bobby raised an eyebrow at him.
"Well, Sammy's complaining about all the cars sitting around I've built for fun." He admitted, not meeting Bobby's eye.
Holding his breath Bobby wondered what that meant, what conditions Sam had so he would tolerate the extra cars around. He knew all too well that abusers used guilt as a tool, John had been a master of that technique.
"I'm thinking about a showroom." Dean said it as if it was something to be ashamed of.
"A what?" Caught off guard Bobby gaped at him and Dean just shrank farther into himself.
"A showroom." He repeated almost shy. "You know, so people can come in and look at the cars. Buy them cheaper than the custom-made ones." He cleared his throat. "We're planning some kind of open house presentation in two weeks, Sam's idea, I still think it's stupid. But if it works out …" He ended the sentence with a gesture over the large, unused hall.
"Don't sell yourself short, boy." Bobby drew him into an one-armed hug and fought the urge to ruffle his hair.
Dean leaned into him for a moment.
"It's a great idea." Bobby reassure him and he meant it. For many reasons. But on the top of his head, and he felt almost guilty thinking it, was that Dean would have contact with other people than Sam. Isolation was another abuser tactic.
He gave Sam credit for coming up with the idea but he didn't let it allay his suspicion for two reasons: one, the showroom wasn't built yet and who knew if it would ever be and two, one good thing didn't outweigh all the bad things. Quite the opposite, this could easily be another tactic to keep Dean under Sam's control.
Bobby had watched John doing this to Dean for years without doing a damn thing to stop him. One boy was dead because of that and he'd almost lost Dean as well. A mistake he wouldn't make again.
"Let's go upstairs." Dean said.
They took the elevator to the upper floor.
"Nice place." Bobby whistled through his teeth at the sight of the large hall that covered almost the whole floor. "You could play baseball in here."
"Don't give me ideas." Dean let out a soft chuckle, a sound Bobby hadn't heard from him in a long time, and gestured to the bank of windows that took up a complete wall. "Those are expensive to replace."
"I bet."
"Feel free to look around." Dean offered and wiggled his dirty fingers. "I'll clean up real quick and then I'll show you your room." He headed up the stairs where Bobby guessed the bed- and bathrooms were.
"I hope my room has four walls." He muttered under his breath, walls seemed to be a rare sight around here.
The kitchen area, there was no other way to describe it, was large and open and after seeing Dean taking over his kitchen back home, Bobby could easily picture him in here.
There were dirty dishes and crumbs from a quick lunch on the counter and Bobby felt better at that sight. Dean wasn't afraid to leave it like this. The first truly good thing he'd seen so far.
What was a little out of place was the toy car on the fridge, though.
Bobby walked over to the living area, yes, he had to walk over there, this place was huge, and took in the luxurious chairs and couches and the entertainment equipment including a giant TV. Bobby couldn't help but smile, he knew Dean loved it.
Under the stairs he found shelves with books and DVDs. A reading corner. There was even a billiard table and a poker table. Bobby wondered how much of this had been Dean's idea.
And there were toy cars. Dean hadn't lied when he'd said that he was running out of space for them. So far Bobby had counted nine. Each of them a piece of art but he would have drawn the line using them as a paper weight.
Above him a door went and seconds later Dean came down the stairs. He had changed into clean jeans and a t-shirt that he filled out well. Gone were the times when he'd been borderline to being underweight. Regular meals and working with metal had done wonders to him.
Dean stopped in the middle of the stairs. "Come upstairs, I'll show you the rest."
The first door led to the master bedroom and Bobby only got a quick glance at the ridiculous big bed. This was meant for how many people?
The bed was laid out for two but Bobby couldn't help but wonder if there had been more people. Back when Sam just had bought Dean. He didn't want to think about it, about what Sam had done to Dean, but those thoughts tend to sneak up on him.
"And this is your room." Dean opened the next door and stepped aside to let Bobby into the room. "It used to be mine but yeah …" The grin on his face could only be described as lascivious and Bobby really didn't want to know what Dean was thinking of right now.
"Anyway, it's our guest room now." Dean shook himself out of his thoughts.
A simple bed, a nightstand, a walk-in closet and more of those industrial windows, simple but comfortable. Same for the bathroom.
"Looks great, thanks." Bobby's eyes fell on the door, automatically searching for the lock. The key was on the inside but he was pretty sure it hadn't been when this had been Dean's room.
"We can bring in your stuff later." Dean said. "I need to start dinner now, you want to help?"
"Sure." Bobby agreed easily. "Sam's at work?" So far he'd avoided to mention the other man but he intended to spent the next few days under his roof, he couldn't avoid the topic forever.
"Yeah, he should be home in about an hour." Dean answered and then added quietly: "He is a good man."
Bobby wanted to say that a good man wouldn't buy another man for his own pleasure. That a good man wouldn't even know where to buy a person. That a good man wouldn't hold another man prisoner. But he didn't say it. There was no point.
Dean wanted to stay with Sam. Because they loved each other.
There was nothing Bobby could say to that. All he could do was to keep his eyes open and his mouth shut and hope that Dean would come to senses before it was too late.
Chapter 3
Masterpost