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50prompts: This Ends Today
ooc: yeah, hide all your Dean muses now. Total AU!Future fic that will probably lead to a verse. WARNING: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH
Bobby was in the living room of his house, iron rod in one hand, whiskey flask in the other. He couldn't stop pacing, not after the reports from the other hunters had come rolling through.
The Apocalypse had been adverted. Losses on both sides. Lilith was dead. The Winchester boys were missing.
The cries of the baby upstairs stopped Bobby in his tracks. He put the whiskey down, then went two by two up the stairs into the bedroom. There, in the bundle of pillows and blankets was the youngest Winchester.
A baby boy, John Robert. Dean's son, flesh and blood, though Dean was short on the details to Bobby. He was pretty sure it was some waitress on the road, but why he had the kid and not the mom, he wasn't sure.
Still, blood is blood and Dean asked him to watch over Johnny while he and Sam marched off into battle, and by God Bobby wouldn't let harm come to a single hair on that child's head. But damn if he knew how to take care of a baby. The last baby he even came near was Jo back when she was a young-un. Bobby hadn't met Dean and Sam until Sam was already a toddler, so he didn't even have that experience.
"What's wrong?" he talked to himself, knowing the infant wasn't going to answer him. But it was better than the crying, and the baby stopped when Bobby was standing over him. Dean's bright smile broke out on the little face, and two little grubby hands reached up, trying to grab the iron poker.
"Yeah, yer your father's son alright," Bobby mused. He checked the usual suspects - diaper, burping, hungry - but nothing was wrong with the baby boy. However, being with Bobby just seemed the calm him down, so Bobby carried the baby back downstairs and sat in a chair, rocking him.
Three days now since Dean and Sam had walked out of that door. Dean, cocky as ever, calling Bobby "Grandpa" to Johnny. Sam nose deep in a book with Ruby reading over his shoulder. How Bobby had gotten used to Sam taking a demon on as a partner - and wife in most respects - Bobby had no clue. A lot had changed in the years after Dean had come back from the dead.
Then yesterday, the word started to leak about the battle. It was in Oklahoma, with the Winchester boys on the front line with the angels. Sam had gone through a long period of absolution with the angels to prove his cause and be allowed to use his powers again for good, and instead of being the wild card, he turned into the great general that he had been pegged for. Dean was at his side, like always, shotgun ready to protect his baby brother along with Ruby and her knife.
It sounded like an epic battle the way the talk built up the fight. Rainstorms, lightning, flashes of light with the demons and the angels going head to head while the brother hunters made their way to the seal to stop Lilith.
Then there was an explosion that shook the earth, knocking back all the people in the area. When the lights dimmed and the smoke cleared, the seal was intact and the body Lilith had been in burned with smoke coming from her eyes and mouth. The angels checked her over and she had been smitted. Next to her had been the body that Ruby had been in, her own knife in her chest. There was no further examination needed.
There was no sign of Dean or Sam, just a shotgun on the ground where Dean had stood. Bobby had called everyone, trying to find out anything more, but no one knew.
A noise at the back door roused Bobby from the light sleep he had fallen into. Carefully, he tucked the baby into the pillows and blanket of the couch, then grabbed his poker and started for the kitchen.
Before he got there, a figure appeared in the entrance way. Sam Winchester leaned against the frame, panting for breath and covered in dirt and blood. Bobby stopped a moment, his eyes widened in concern. "Sam?"
"He's dead," Sam stated flatly, his voice monotone and broken. "They're both dead because of me." He looked up at Bobby, tears in his eyes. "I tried to stop her..."
"Stop who? Lilith?"
He nodded, then winced and his arm went protectively around his ribs. "She tried to kill me. Dean jumped in the way. She killed him. Just like it was nothing. His head snapped backwards and he was gone..."
Bobby felt his legs weaken, but he couldn't move. Just watched as Sam started to cry, tears creating little rivulets through the blood and dirt on his face.
"I didn't know Ruby was dead until after. They tried to keep me safe, Bobby. They died because of me."
"No, son," Bobby said, his throat suddenly dry. "They died because of the demons. To save you. Because they loved you."
"I don't know what to do, Bobby. I'm hurting all over. It hurts so much." He took a step closer to Bobby, and it was then that Bobby saw the blood smear on the wall where Sam's back had been.
"God, son... sit down now..." Bobby grabbed Sam's arm, and helped the young man to the ground gracefully. Instantly the older hunter's hands were ripping clothing off Sam until he got a look at the knife cut on his back. He breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't near the scar from his spinal cord injury, and instead just through the ribs. Still had to hurt to breath, but Sam would live.
He was about to ask Sam where it hurt but Sam pushed Bobby away, crawling over to the couch. Johnny had started to whimper softly, and instantly the baby was in Sam's arms, and he was rocking the infant while bending over him.
"I'm sorry, Johnny... I'm so sorry," he whispered to the infant, clinging to him. "I tried to save him. But don't worry. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I promise you that, I'm going to take good care of you and make sure you know how good of a man your daddy was."
Bobby knelt down in front of Sam, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, Sam. Let's get you cleaned up."
"This ends today, Bobby. No more hunting. No more demons." Sam's eyes were serious, and it was then that Bobby saw the tiny flecks of yellow in Sam's hazel eyes. Those hadn't been there three days ago. "I'm not going to have Dean's son get caught up in a world we had no choice to be in."
"If that's what you want, Sam, then we'll figure it out." Bobby stood up. "You coming?"
"In a minute." Sam leaned against the couch, holding Johnny in his arms and looking at the baby. Long fingers ran along the baby's cheek until the infant hand wrapped around one, holding tight. "I'm gonna watch after you, kid, and make sure nothing hurts you. Ever," Sam whispered softly to the baby. "For your daddy."
Bobby was in the living room of his house, iron rod in one hand, whiskey flask in the other. He couldn't stop pacing, not after the reports from the other hunters had come rolling through.
The Apocalypse had been adverted. Losses on both sides. Lilith was dead. The Winchester boys were missing.
The cries of the baby upstairs stopped Bobby in his tracks. He put the whiskey down, then went two by two up the stairs into the bedroom. There, in the bundle of pillows and blankets was the youngest Winchester.
A baby boy, John Robert. Dean's son, flesh and blood, though Dean was short on the details to Bobby. He was pretty sure it was some waitress on the road, but why he had the kid and not the mom, he wasn't sure.
Still, blood is blood and Dean asked him to watch over Johnny while he and Sam marched off into battle, and by God Bobby wouldn't let harm come to a single hair on that child's head. But damn if he knew how to take care of a baby. The last baby he even came near was Jo back when she was a young-un. Bobby hadn't met Dean and Sam until Sam was already a toddler, so he didn't even have that experience.
"What's wrong?" he talked to himself, knowing the infant wasn't going to answer him. But it was better than the crying, and the baby stopped when Bobby was standing over him. Dean's bright smile broke out on the little face, and two little grubby hands reached up, trying to grab the iron poker.
"Yeah, yer your father's son alright," Bobby mused. He checked the usual suspects - diaper, burping, hungry - but nothing was wrong with the baby boy. However, being with Bobby just seemed the calm him down, so Bobby carried the baby back downstairs and sat in a chair, rocking him.
Three days now since Dean and Sam had walked out of that door. Dean, cocky as ever, calling Bobby "Grandpa" to Johnny. Sam nose deep in a book with Ruby reading over his shoulder. How Bobby had gotten used to Sam taking a demon on as a partner - and wife in most respects - Bobby had no clue. A lot had changed in the years after Dean had come back from the dead.
Then yesterday, the word started to leak about the battle. It was in Oklahoma, with the Winchester boys on the front line with the angels. Sam had gone through a long period of absolution with the angels to prove his cause and be allowed to use his powers again for good, and instead of being the wild card, he turned into the great general that he had been pegged for. Dean was at his side, like always, shotgun ready to protect his baby brother along with Ruby and her knife.
It sounded like an epic battle the way the talk built up the fight. Rainstorms, lightning, flashes of light with the demons and the angels going head to head while the brother hunters made their way to the seal to stop Lilith.
Then there was an explosion that shook the earth, knocking back all the people in the area. When the lights dimmed and the smoke cleared, the seal was intact and the body Lilith had been in burned with smoke coming from her eyes and mouth. The angels checked her over and she had been smitted. Next to her had been the body that Ruby had been in, her own knife in her chest. There was no further examination needed.
There was no sign of Dean or Sam, just a shotgun on the ground where Dean had stood. Bobby had called everyone, trying to find out anything more, but no one knew.
A noise at the back door roused Bobby from the light sleep he had fallen into. Carefully, he tucked the baby into the pillows and blanket of the couch, then grabbed his poker and started for the kitchen.
Before he got there, a figure appeared in the entrance way. Sam Winchester leaned against the frame, panting for breath and covered in dirt and blood. Bobby stopped a moment, his eyes widened in concern. "Sam?"
"He's dead," Sam stated flatly, his voice monotone and broken. "They're both dead because of me." He looked up at Bobby, tears in his eyes. "I tried to stop her..."
"Stop who? Lilith?"
He nodded, then winced and his arm went protectively around his ribs. "She tried to kill me. Dean jumped in the way. She killed him. Just like it was nothing. His head snapped backwards and he was gone..."
Bobby felt his legs weaken, but he couldn't move. Just watched as Sam started to cry, tears creating little rivulets through the blood and dirt on his face.
"I didn't know Ruby was dead until after. They tried to keep me safe, Bobby. They died because of me."
"No, son," Bobby said, his throat suddenly dry. "They died because of the demons. To save you. Because they loved you."
"I don't know what to do, Bobby. I'm hurting all over. It hurts so much." He took a step closer to Bobby, and it was then that Bobby saw the blood smear on the wall where Sam's back had been.
"God, son... sit down now..." Bobby grabbed Sam's arm, and helped the young man to the ground gracefully. Instantly the older hunter's hands were ripping clothing off Sam until he got a look at the knife cut on his back. He breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't near the scar from his spinal cord injury, and instead just through the ribs. Still had to hurt to breath, but Sam would live.
He was about to ask Sam where it hurt but Sam pushed Bobby away, crawling over to the couch. Johnny had started to whimper softly, and instantly the baby was in Sam's arms, and he was rocking the infant while bending over him.
"I'm sorry, Johnny... I'm so sorry," he whispered to the infant, clinging to him. "I tried to save him. But don't worry. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I promise you that, I'm going to take good care of you and make sure you know how good of a man your daddy was."
Bobby knelt down in front of Sam, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, Sam. Let's get you cleaned up."
"This ends today, Bobby. No more hunting. No more demons." Sam's eyes were serious, and it was then that Bobby saw the tiny flecks of yellow in Sam's hazel eyes. Those hadn't been there three days ago. "I'm not going to have Dean's son get caught up in a world we had no choice to be in."
"If that's what you want, Sam, then we'll figure it out." Bobby stood up. "You coming?"
"In a minute." Sam leaned against the couch, holding Johnny in his arms and looking at the baby. Long fingers ran along the baby's cheek until the infant hand wrapped around one, holding tight. "I'm gonna watch after you, kid, and make sure nothing hurts you. Ever," Sam whispered softly to the baby. "For your daddy."
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