6:49 AM by [livejournal.com profile] ienablu for <user site="livejournal.com" user="boysi

Jun. 15th, 2012 12:05 am
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Title: 6:49 AM
Pairing: Bobby/Ellen
Rating: PG13
Any warnings: n/a

Written by [livejournal.com profile] ienablu for [livejournal.com profile] boysinperil!



The sky is a light blue, and getting lighter by the minute.

Bobby stifles a yawn. Judging by how Ellen knocks her shoulder into his, he doesn't do a good enough job at it.

"Only another twenty minutes, now," she tells him.

"You know that for a fact?" he asks.

She just knocks his shoulder again. He knocks back.

The birds chirp happily while they lapse into a companionable silence, keeping one eye on the horizon, one eye on the Mustang.

Dean had pulled in half past midnight, and explained that the demons the five of them had run into the day before last had taken some DNA from them all, and that they had combined it with some dream root.

Sam was already asleep in the front seat, Jo asleep in the back. Bobby could see her mess of brown hair pressed against the window.

Dean continued to explain that they knew where the demons were based out of, but he felt dead tired already, and he was more concerned about getting Sam and Jo to safety. He looked worse than dead tired, and Bobby told him he'd take care of it.

While Ellen went to put on a pot of coffee for her and Bobby, Bobby called Rufus, who grumbled his way through agreeing to help.

Dean just shot Bobby a grateful smile, before heading back into the Mustang, and Bobby watched Dean adjust his seat and fitfully fall asleep.

Rumsfeld had taken up his place on the hood of Bobby's Ford, and promptly dozed off.

Bobby had sat down on the front porch, Ellen had joined him a minute later, and they had been there ever since.

And then Ellen reaches over and jostles Bobby's knee. "Don't you fall asleep on me just yet, Robert Singer."

"Stop bossing me around," Bobby grumbles, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

"When was the last time you stayed up this late?" Ellen asks, after a few moments of silence.

Bobby raises an eyebrow. "I thought we decided we were just gonna sit here quietly until Rufus called."

Ellen shrugs. "Just curious."

Her curiosity had led them to talking while they waited the night out. Unable to head inside to watch whatever programming was on in the dead of night, and neither feeling too inclined towards watching something on the laptop, they had just sat on the front porch and talked.

There were moments when their conversation had died out, and they just sat quietly, shoulder-to-shoulder, but they spent most of the night talking.

They talked about what they needed at the grocery store (Bobby is planning to make chili later this week, and last he had seen they were out of kidney beans). They talked about the people in Sioux Falls (Ellen talked about Sheriff Mills and her upcoming marriage, Bobby complained about how Digger is a pain in his ass). They had a spirited debate on the upcoming Brad Pitt dream heist movie (Ellen is a fan of Pitt, but Bobby wasn't impressed by his voiceovers in the trailer). Ellen talked about her first dorm mate from college, Bobby talked about the boss at his first mechanic job.

It had gone well, up until five in the morning, when Bobby asked about Bill's parents, which lead to Ellen asking about Karen's, which lead to Bobby talking about Ellen's mother.

(Although she likes him more than Karen's mother did, she still doesn't like him, and it's a shared sentiment. He had then suggested they sit silently for a while, lest he end up saying something that would have him sleeping on the couch for the foreseeable future.)

Still, asking when he last pulled an all-nighter is a harmless question, even if Bobby's having trouble thinking of the answer. "Last time I can remember was back when Jo was in the eleventh grade," he says. "She had that one research paper due, and she had missed that week of school because there was that demon infestation, out in Iowa, that we needed her help with."

"Down in Nebraska," Ellen idly corrects. "And I remember that. Her asshole of a teacher refused to give her an extension. And she didn't tell me about it, afraid I would give him hell."

"You did give him hell," Bobby reminds her. And quickly adds, "Not that he didn't deserve it."

Ellen grins. "What was it on, again?"

"The annexation of the Dakota Territory."

"You and your westerns."

"Me and my westerns were what got her through the paper, and got her the highest grade in her class." Quietly, he admits, "I still got that paper laying around somewhere."

They fall into another silence. The sky has lightened to a pearl gray, and it's light enough out now that Bobby can see Ellen clearly, and see that she looks troubled about something.

He waits.

"Mine was July 19th, 2007," she finally says, softly.

The date sounds familiar, but it's well past six in the morning and he's been up for nearly twenty-four hours. "What was in July?"

Ellen raises an eyebrow at him.

And then he remembers. "Oh."

"You and Jo and Sam were off dealing with a small outbreak of demons up in Montana. Me and Dean stayed here and celebrated together."

"Sounds like a real party," Bobby replies. He drops the sarcasm and asks, "How was he?"

She just sighs, and stares at the pale clouds gathering at the horizon. "He was in a bad place. Mourning John from the year before, mourning Sam from Cold Oak, mourning himself."

"And?"

She shrugs. "I managed to get him to talk some about it, but mostly we just ended up watching the Dollar Trilogy."

"You and your westerns." She huffs a laugh, but in the dawn light Bobby can tell there's something bothering her. "And?" he prompts again.

"I liked John. Even after what happened with Bill, I never wanted to see him again, but I did like him. He was a better hunter than most, and he did the best he could. But as a father..."

"John wasn't exactly a candidate for Best Father of the Year, but that ain't exactly news." She still looks annoyed, though, and he asks, "Why does it bother you so much?"

She rubs at her face. "Because it's nearly seven in the morning, I don't know."

It's nearly seven, and he knows now isn't the time to press the subject. Instead he looks towards the horizon. "You'd think the sun would have rose by now."

Ellen squints towards the horizon. "Maybe it has, it's just too overcast to tell?"

As if on cue, Bobby's phone vibrates, buzzing on the wooden porch. He flips open his phone. "Tell me you've got some good news."

"I've got good news," Rufus replies. "I ganked your demons, and have taken the extra dream root they had."

Inside the Mustang, Bobby can see Sam stirring.

"I owe you one," Bobby tells him.

"I'll add it to your tab," Rufus says, before hanging up on him.

The back door of the car opens, and Jo stumbles out, giving the two of them a sleepy wave. Sam and Dean slowly follow suit.

"Everybody make it out okay?" Ellen asks.

"We're fine, Mom," Jo replies, stretching and yawning.

Ellen stands up. "Good. Now, we're old, we're tired, we're going to bed. You can fill us in on the details once we wake up."

"Thanks Ellen, thanks Bobby," Dean replies. "We owe you one."

"Then you can get the Johnny Walker I owe Rufus for saving your sorry asses," Bobby says, rising to his feet. His back gives an unpleasant crack, and he winces. "And if any of you wake us up for a reason short of fire and brimstone--"

"--you'll be grounded for a week," Ellen finishes for him, heading into the house.

"She's serious," Bobby tells a chuckling Dean. He manages to keep a straight face up until he gets to their room, where Ellen is already in bed, a half-smile on her face.

As he climbs into bed, she mumbles, "Shoes off."

"They are off," he replies, but she's already dozed off, and Bobby soon joins her.

Date: 2012-06-15 01:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marciaelena.livejournal.com
I enjoyed this a lot. Bobby and Ellen are so familiar with each other here (of course), and thinking about the five of them as a family with Rufus unwittingly playing the crabby uncle is heartwarming.

Date: 2012-06-15 03:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] boysinperil.livejournal.com
Oh! I never expected anyone to go with Bobby & Ellen and this is just lovely! They would so watch over their kids. And Ellen staying up with Dean, you know if she could get 10 minutes with John she'd rip him a new one. Thank you SO much!!

Date: 2012-06-15 05:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elliemurasaki.livejournal.com
This is so sweet.

Date: 2012-06-15 10:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kalymnos.livejournal.com
Mmm, this was lovely.To me, this came across very visually, and the image of Bobby and Ellen sitting outside, keeping watch and trying not to fall asleep, was very moving. Well done.

Date: 2012-06-16 03:54 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kalliel
I love how complete this one short scene feels--there s a past that stretches out from it, and a future you know is coming. The whole stretch of memories and conversations feels especially poignant when you think about the alter-reality of this, too. <3

Date: 2012-06-16 10:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cassiopeia7.livejournal.com
Oh, this was lovely. The dialogue was pitch-perfect -- I could "hear" Bobby and Ellen's voices as I read. Excellent work!

Date: 2012-06-17 02:05 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] downjune.livejournal.com
What a perfect quiet moment for these two--I'll take all the "My Heart Will Go On" fic I can get! I really enjoyed this!

Date: 2012-06-18 11:23 pm (UTC)
inalasahl: spn: brothers have gabriel trapped in ring of fire (ringfire)
From: [personal profile] inalasahl
I loved this fic so much. I love how much you touched on from the episode while still fleshing it all out and offering a stronger glimpse into Bobby and Ellen's relationships.

Date: 2012-06-22 09:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] scarletscarlet.livejournal.com
I liked this. Something warm, quiet and kinda comforting about it. S'lovely.
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