Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 20, 2015 20:55:10 GMT -5
Dean, as was pretty typical for him, changed the subject, ignoring Bobby's question. "Place looks a lot cleaner than last time. You make a decent maid, Bobby" he teased, noticing Zanna's failed efforts to open her beer bottle and leaning down over her shoulder to quickly twist the cap off and toss it aside. "Don't make me put these back on you" Bobby threatened gruffly, holding up the cuffs he'd just removed. Dean's lips twitched, staring Bobby down for a minute before caving. "Alright fine. Leviathans, hospital, jail" he listed. "Same old stuff. Nothing we couldn't handle."
Now it was Bobby's turn to stare Dean down for a minute before caving. "Good to know." He nodded curtly. And though his expression was still rather gruff, there was a definite fatherly affection in his eyes. "I've got some research I'm working on in the basement. Holler if you need anything" he finished, turning to vacate the room. Dean lowered himself into one of the two plush arm chairs across from the couch, settling back comfortably and taking a long refreshing swig from his own beer. He tipped his head at the half sleeping Zanna who was resting her head on Sam's shoulder. "Cute. Not sure how your wife would feel about that though" he teased with a straight face, referencing Becky whom Sam had briefly been married to a few months ago after being love potioned into it. Sometimes Dean wasn't sure why he said things like that. And other times he knew he did it just to see the look on Sam's face.
Which was priceless.
Now it was Bobby's turn to stare Dean down for a minute before caving. "Good to know." He nodded curtly. And though his expression was still rather gruff, there was a definite fatherly affection in his eyes. "I've got some research I'm working on in the basement. Holler if you need anything" he finished, turning to vacate the room. Dean lowered himself into one of the two plush arm chairs across from the couch, settling back comfortably and taking a long refreshing swig from his own beer. He tipped his head at the half sleeping Zanna who was resting her head on Sam's shoulder. "Cute. Not sure how your wife would feel about that though" he teased with a straight face, referencing Becky whom Sam had briefly been married to a few months ago after being love potioned into it. Sometimes Dean wasn't sure why he said things like that. And other times he knew he did it just to see the look on Sam's face.
Which was priceless.
