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Never, ever, EVER will I again wait 15 years between dentist visits. I'm just going through an ongoing treatment hell... Fillings today, on opposite sides so the parts of my face that aren't numb feel twice the size.
Anyway, I'm determined not to be blue about it. The sun is shining, I'm not at work (and have the day off tomorrow) and I had a good weekend.
Ficlet by request Happy Ending Meme:
Any character/pairing from the fandoms I usually write get a happy ending. Either canon or from my stories... (want to know what ultimately happens to the zombie!bunnies?)
Only exclusion is any ongoing verse... ;)
Anyway, I'm determined not to be blue about it. The sun is shining, I'm not at work (and have the day off tomorrow) and I had a good weekend.
Ficlet by request Happy Ending Meme:
Any character/pairing from the fandoms I usually write get a happy ending. Either canon or from my stories... (want to know what ultimately happens to the zombie!bunnies?)
Only exclusion is any ongoing verse... ;)
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Bobby settles himself in the booth opposite Sam, watching the boy fidget like he's fit to burst. There's a tall stack of pancakes in front of him that he hasn't touched. He pushes the plate aside as Bobby leans sideways to dig his wallet out of his back pocket because he feels like his right ass cheek is about a mile higher than his left.
"It's nothing bad," Sam is quick to say. He's looking at the door every now and again and Bobby's not sure why. He'd spotted Dean skulking outside. "He's got something to ask you," was all he would say.
"Something happened?" Bobby presses, starting to feel a little like he wants to fidget himself. It's been a few years since the war, since they saw the other side of it and damned if he ever thought that would happen.
Hell sealed off is a hell of a thing. Bobby's had to actually open up the junk yard because the exorcisms have trailed off to nothing and he's finding himself more often than not these days... idle.
"You know Tam?" Sam asks and Bobby nods slowly. Dean and Sam had been taking in strays for a time, anyone who wanted to learn the life or who'd needed time to recover from being possessed... or worse. Tamara had been a skittish mess when they'd found her and was now helping rehabilitate others. Wars always left casualties and not all of them dead.
"We're having a baby," Sam blurts and Bobby blinks at him for a moment before he grins big and takes his cap off, smacking Sam in the head with it.
"Geez, Sam! Why the song and dance? This is good news."
"I just..." Sam goes back to fidgeting, toying with his fork. "Tam's parents are gone and me and Dean... you're the closest to a dad any of us have."
It takes a moment for Bobby to really get what Sam is asking. He decides to put the poor boy out of his misery because Sam looks like he's in actual pain.
"I want no cutesy names," he says with a raised finger. "Just grampa or pop or somethin' is fine."
Sam lurches out of his side of the booth and dives into Bobby's, enveloping the smaller man in a bear hug. Bobby lets him even though through the diner window he can see Dean raise his arms in a dear lord, what are you two giant girls doing gesture.
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Just the image of Sam wrapping Bobby up in a huge hug with Dean in the background rolling his eyes?? FANTASTIC!!
and Bobby blinks at him for a moment before he grins big and takes his cap off, smacking Sam in the head with it.
Wait. You mean his hat comes off? I thought I was just hallucinating that in "Mag7." *g*
Thanks for this one.
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LOL. So very Bobby-like! *g* *pets fic*
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*flaily arms* So adorable.
I'd love more of this, if you're ever bored. Just future scene or something. :)
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