in which Bobby gets a new ride

[ysobel]

... because I had to do something like this, before the show failed to...

(not a proper fic, because it's short and because I can't be arsed with naming it, but close enough.)

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"So," Bobby said, casual but obviously proud as hell, "what do you think?"

It was clearly a custom job, and equally clearly made for a hunter. The wheels were engraved with sigils of varying sorts; the frame looked laced with salt and iron; and it had secrets, which Bobby was all too happy to show off. Hollow armrests that served as spring-loaded knife sheaths, parts under the seat that could be assembled into a gun; reserves of salt and holy water.

Dean finally found his voice: "Dude. Bobby. You're Q." He prowled circles around it, fingers trailing along the frame, until finally Bobby stopped him by splashing one of said reserves in his face. Dean spluttered, then sighed. "I am getting so tired of--" A mid-sentence licking of his lips made him stop. "...That's not holy water," he said accusingly.

Bobby just scoffed. "'Course it ain't. It's not like I thought you were possessed." He passed the flask of whiskey over, and Dean drank.

"Bobby," Dean said, "you are awesome." He passed the flask back and rested one hand on the back of the chair. "Hey, can you make me one?"

"Lose your legs first," Bobby snapped, but the anger was more reflex than anything. He sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just--"

"Yeah," Dean said, "I know." He'd had the same sort of reaction earlier, when Bobby asked how Sam was. Without looking at Bobby, he said, "I'm kinda surprised you didn't, y'know, retire."

"Hunters don't retire," Bobby said with a wry grin. "You boys hadn't figured that out yet? Besides--" He motioned Dean to take a step back, then toggled two levers, twisted something on one wheel, and spun himself in a neat circle. Along with the movement came salt, fountaining out of a tiny chute in the center of the wheel. "Just 'cause I can't walk don't mean I'm useless."

And Dean, looking down at the wobbly unbroken circle of salt with Bobby at the center of it, found himself grinning in agreement.

Comments

[killing_rose]

*squee* This? This would be perfect. It is unfortunate that you can't replace the real writers.

[staranise]

<3! That sounds like an awesome wheelchair.

[alexseanchai]

I WANT TO SEE THIS SO BAD

[synecdochic]

OH MY GOD, PLEASE.

[cesy]

This is so awesome.

[azurelunatic]

I like this so much.

[trouble]

My friend linked me to think and I must send her a thank you note.

Wheelchairs: Still not a tragedy.

[jackandahat]

This ROCKS. I'm not even watching Supernatural any more, and I had to come read this because trouble Rec'd it, and it's absolutely ace.

[softestbullet]

*squeeeee*

and it had secrets

This is when I started grinning.

[exhausted_pigeon]

Yes. Fucking ay. This is awesome. Thank you.

Sporfle*choke*SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[melissima]

I love you.

ALSO The world needs to see this.

If I help you find a name for it will you publish it properly? Pweeeeeeeeeeeze? /pathetic sam!puppy eyes/

[grey_bard]

TRIPLE WIN. Bobby *so* deserves this on the show.