The Corners of My Mind for spn_30snapshots
Title: The Corners of My Mind
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Bobby, mentions of several other characters.
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #14, Memory
Rating: R for language
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: The worst? Really?
At first, he didn’t know if he found the presence of Rufus comforting or not. Rufus was dead, he’d moved on. Maybe he was there to show Bobby how to move on as well?
Fuck that. Bobby was staying right here, no matter how many bad memories he’d have to dig deep to find. An argument with John. “Yeah, I know I’m not their father.” Well, screw you, John, maybe I wasn’t then, but I am now.
And Karen…he’d give anything to take back how badly he hurt her. He could even live with having to kill her if he’d had a chance to make up for breaking her heart
That kid…yeah, now he realized how he knew that kid. It was the kid who’d shot Bobby’s father right in the goddamn forehead. That kid was him.
At least the reaper had given him one last chance, one last memory. His boys, respectively arguing the merits of appropriate movie snacks. For once, he’d managed to save the best for last, no matter what last really meant right this minute.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Bobby, mentions of several other characters.
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #14, Memory
Rating: R for language
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: The worst? Really?
At first, he didn’t know if he found the presence of Rufus comforting or not. Rufus was dead, he’d moved on. Maybe he was there to show Bobby how to move on as well?
Fuck that. Bobby was staying right here, no matter how many bad memories he’d have to dig deep to find. An argument with John. “Yeah, I know I’m not their father.” Well, screw you, John, maybe I wasn’t then, but I am now.
And Karen…he’d give anything to take back how badly he hurt her. He could even live with having to kill her if he’d had a chance to make up for breaking her heart
That kid…yeah, now he realized how he knew that kid. It was the kid who’d shot Bobby’s father right in the goddamn forehead. That kid was him.
At least the reaper had given him one last chance, one last memory. His boys, respectively arguing the merits of appropriate movie snacks. For once, he’d managed to save the best for last, no matter what last really meant right this minute.