Who needs Taco Bell in Tijuana? - Boys Lunch

[likely_evil]

It was the afternoon after Sam had spent the day with Nellie, and now he was waiting for Bobby to meet him for lunch.

He had been replying the events of the day before in his head, and he had come to a sad revelation: maybe Nellie was over her mother's death. Maybe she didn't need to talk, like he had felt she had to. Maybe... he was portraying his own issues through her and that's why he had been so adamant for her to talk to him.

He would apologize the next time he saw her. If he saw her. He was leaving that in her hands because he didn't want her to be uncomfortable.

But he might just be brooding while he leaned against the column in the hotel lobby, lost in thought.



rep order Sam/Bobby/Dean

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[hasperkynipples]

Dean nodded slowly for a minute, before taking another sip of his beer. "Sorry to hear that."

And he meant that sincerely. Especially after what they went through with the Witnesses earlier this ear, it was hard when it came to the people who didn't make it.

"So you happened to run into her kid?"

[likely_evil]

"Bobby and I were walking through the market, she saw me and came over, and Bobby recognized her." Sam shrugged. "Of all the girls I meet here..."

[maninflannel.livejournal.com]

Bobby sighed. "Start talkin' about fate and I might kick you ass." He looked down at the table, turning his beer bottle slowly, trying to push the image and memories of Libby from his head.

[hasperkynipples]

Dean was sitting there, processing that again for a minute, before tilting his head to the side slightly. "The blond?"

[likely_evil]

Sam held up his hands to feign off the assault. Then he nodded to Dean. "Yes, her name is Nellie."

[maninflannel.livejournal.com]

Bobby nodded and kept quiet, letting the boys discuss.

[hasperkynipples]

"Nellie," Dean nodded. "Well, she seemed like a nice girl."

[likely_evil]

"She is a nice girl. A bit spoiled, but nice."

[maninflannel.livejournal.com]

Bobby snorted in amusement. "So was her Momma. Shoulda seen the way she turned her nose up at the place I put 'em up in. Wanted room service and fine dinin'."

[hasperkynipples]

"Well, I'm sure you told her that she can't have it all, in your own special way," Dean smirked.

[likely_evil]

Sam kicked his brother under the table. Because really.

[maninflannel.livejournal.com]

Bobby looked up with a slightly raised brow, saying nothing.

[hasperkynipples]

Dean winced before looking at his brother. "What?"

[likely_evil]

"Can you not relate your world around porn?"

[maninflannel.livejournal.com]

Bobby's eyes narrowed. "We ain't talkin' bout Nellie and porn in the same conversation, cut it out."

[hasperkynipples]

"What was I relating to porn?" Dean frowned. "I was just saying that Bobby was being Bobby."

[likely_evil]

Sam scowled and sat back in his seat. The tacos really were not coming out fast enough.

[maninflannel.livejournal.com]

Bobby rolled his eyes at the boys and drank his beer. It was best if the subject was just dropped, really.

[hasperkynipples]

Dean glanced back and forth between the two men for a moment, before taking a long pull on his beer and starting to drum his fingers against the table lightly.

Metallica. Consider the subject dropped.

[likely_evil]

Yeah, and now we hit the awkward male silence moment. But Sam was working off nervous energy, and he really hated silence.

"So... I was thinking that there was some kind of holiday party going on in the hotel tomorrow night. Are either of you going to crash it?