Lasting Days3
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moonstone1220Title: Lasting Days (3/?)
Author:moonstone1220
Rating: maybe PG-13,maybe R
Spoilers: From Polit to Bad Day at Black Rock
Warnings:Implied Bobby/Dean maybe more later, hurt/comfort
Disclaimer: I own nothing. :( Kripke owns them all.
Notes: mild weepy!Dean , Ifigurd Dean would be very very depressed
Betaed by:
magos186
and
my_sam_dean
Summery:What would happen if Kubric killed Sam?
Three months later....
" Bobby , where are my guns?" Dean yelled out, his head under the trunk door, rummaging around in the hidden hatch.
"I cleaned them and put them away. Why? You going somewhere?" Bobby asked as he leaned on the door jam to the house.
"Oh. I was just going to clean them," Dean said nervously. "I was just going to clean them," he mumbled again as he slammed the trunk.
"I think I'll go for a walk, 'k Bobby ?" Dean asked as he turned around and left.
"Damn fool boy!" Bobby shouted, shaking his head as he went back to his library.
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Bobby sat down at his desk and opened an old tome to see if Dean 's deal was truly null and void. After reading and checking and rechecking, he finally found what he needed.
Going to his herb cabinet, he pulled out dried bamboo, dried aloe leaves, chili-pepper, hydrangea, cascara sagrada and devil's shoe string.
Gathering all the herbs that he would use, he walked into the kitchen. Putting his supplies on the counter, Bobby went to get his mortar and pestle to grind the herbs together.
While grinding the devil's shoestring, Dean walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer.
"You want one Bobby ?" Dean asked before he downed half of it.
"Naw," Bobby mumbled as he concentrated on his mixture.
"What you got there?" Dean asked as he peered into the mortar.
"A way to make sure your deal is voided."
"Oh." Dean 's face fell. "Oh yeah...well...thanks. I kinda forgot." Dean stuttered on his was back outside. "Um...I'm going to work on one of those cars for ya.’K Bobby ?"
Dean didn't give the man the chance to answer before he was out the door again. "Damn boy," Bobby muttered as he finished grinding the last of the herbs up. He set the mortar and pestle down and got out the blood root, benzoin, belony, fennel, and copal. "Better make a spell to purify his ass, too," he muttered to himself. "And some bittersweet, hyacintha, thyme, and mugwort too to start the healing. He's going to need it, cause I don't think I'll be enough to keep him here." Bobby said aloud as he picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"You two ain't too busy are ya?" the old hunter asked while grinding the herbs.
" Naw Bobby, never for you. What you need?" the voice on the other end replied.
"Need you two to come home for a bit. Can you do it? Soon?" He asked as he heard a fight brake out on the other end of the line.
"Give us a month."
"One month." Bobby agreed as he hung up the phone.
End of part three....
Author:
moonstone1220 Rating: maybe PG-13,maybe R
Spoilers: From Polit to Bad Day at Black Rock
Warnings:Implied Bobby/Dean maybe more later, hurt/comfort
Disclaimer: I own nothing. :( Kripke owns them all.
Notes: mild weepy!Dean , Ifigurd Dean would be very very depressed
Betaed by:
magos186
and
my_sam_dean
Summery:What would happen if Kubric killed Sam?
Three months later....
" Bobby , where are my guns?" Dean yelled out, his head under the trunk door, rummaging around in the hidden hatch.
"I cleaned them and put them away. Why? You going somewhere?" Bobby asked as he leaned on the door jam to the house.
"Oh. I was just going to clean them," Dean said nervously. "I was just going to clean them," he mumbled again as he slammed the trunk.
"I think I'll go for a walk, 'k Bobby ?" Dean asked as he turned around and left.
"Damn fool boy!" Bobby shouted, shaking his head as he went back to his library.
****************************************
Bobby sat down at his desk and opened an old tome to see if Dean 's deal was truly null and void. After reading and checking and rechecking, he finally found what he needed.
Going to his herb cabinet, he pulled out dried bamboo, dried aloe leaves, chili-pepper, hydrangea, cascara sagrada and devil's shoe string.
Gathering all the herbs that he would use, he walked into the kitchen. Putting his supplies on the counter, Bobby went to get his mortar and pestle to grind the herbs together.
While grinding the devil's shoestring, Dean walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer.
"You want one Bobby ?" Dean asked before he downed half of it.
"Naw," Bobby mumbled as he concentrated on his mixture.
"What you got there?" Dean asked as he peered into the mortar.
"A way to make sure your deal is voided."
"Oh." Dean 's face fell. "Oh yeah...well...thanks. I kinda forgot." Dean stuttered on his was back outside. "Um...I'm going to work on one of those cars for ya.’K Bobby ?"
Dean didn't give the man the chance to answer before he was out the door again. "Damn boy," Bobby muttered as he finished grinding the last of the herbs up. He set the mortar and pestle down and got out the blood root, benzoin, belony, fennel, and copal. "Better make a spell to purify his ass, too," he muttered to himself. "And some bittersweet, hyacintha, thyme, and mugwort too to start the healing. He's going to need it, cause I don't think I'll be enough to keep him here." Bobby said aloud as he picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"You two ain't too busy are ya?" the old hunter asked while grinding the herbs.
" Naw Bobby, never for you. What you need?" the voice on the other end replied.
"Need you two to come home for a bit. Can you do it? Soon?" He asked as he heard a fight brake out on the other end of the line.
"Give us a month."
"One month." Bobby agreed as he hung up the phone.
End of part three....
