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I was born at night, but it wasn't last night

Two days.

Two days Sam and Dean had been crashing in the guest bedroom upstairs and it hadn't taken him an hour to realize there was a weird tension in the air. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he figured it was only a matter of time until it came to the surface. Stubborn idjits... every time he tried to ask about it, they'd try to brush it off like it was nothing.

Must've thought he was blind or something.

Not that he had time to be wasting on their feelings right now. There were people being picked off in a town up north from where they were and they needed to figure out what the hell was doing it. Bobby's money was on a water wraith, but you could never be too careful.

He sat at his desk, reading over a few texts he had spread out across it and only giving passing glances to where Sam sat, pouring over his own book. Dean had been sent off for a dinner and booze run... and as far as Bobby was concerned, he was taking too damn long.

"You find anything?"

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Dean was too busy inspecting every damn thing under the hood like it was impressive, like he'd never seen it before. Anything to stop from looking back at Bobby.

Yeah, they needed to talk about this... and soon.

He gave a look back at Sam, frowning a moment before he turned his attention back. Shit.

"Gonna head in for a minute, Bobby." Weird, yeah, but he needed a moment. Just thinking about having this talk had him on edge.

Sam sighs softly at that, watching his brother retreat into the house. He doesn't want to force Dean into this conversation, but he knows they're running out of time, here. They'd already cut it too close.

"Hey, can we take a five? Dean and I....we have to talk to you."

Well, that sure as hell wasn't usual. Normally, getting Dean outside, working with his hands, was a surefire way to calm whatever was eating at him. At least keep his mind off it awhile.

Bobby's jaw tightened a moment as he watched him head back into the house and looked back at Sam.

"You two finally gonna tell me what's going on here?"

"Yeah, Bobby. We are." Sam puts the wrench back in the toolbox, heading back inside. He sincerely hopes Dean is ready for this, because its happening. There's no stopping it now. And Bobby deserves to hear the truth. Even if it disgusts him.

Sam sinks onto the couch, but he doesn't relax back knot it. He's fidgety and nervous, wondering if this is the last time he'll ever be welcome in this house.

Dean had went to the kitchen to grab some water, even if he was craving something stronger. Way stronger.

He paused when he saw Sam sitting on the couch, eyeballing the door. Bobby hadn't ventured in just yet and he was kind of nervous about what'd happen when he did. "What's going on?"

Not that he really needed any clarification. He had a pretty damn good idea.

Sam looks up at his brother, expression serious. "You know what," he says softly. "I'm gonna tell him. You don't have to be here if you don't want to be." He knows his brother isn't thrilled about this, and he's prepared to give him an out if he wants to take it.

"Oh, yeah. Excuse me while I just run out and leave you with all the work, Sam. Sorry, it doesn't work like that." They do it together or they don't do it at all...

unfortunately, looks like they're going to do it and Dean isn't looking forward to that one bit. Still, he goes to take a seat, watching when the door swings open.

Damn...

Bobby didn't know what the hell he was in for hearing now, but he was getting damn sick of the wait. Heading inside, he looked at the two sitting on the couch.

Oh, yeah, that calmed his nerves.

Shaking his head, he went to take a seat in the chair across from them. "One of you idjits gonna start talking before I die of old age or what?"

Sam gives his brother a long look before turning his attention to Bobby. To the man who'd been more of a father to them than John Winchester ever had. How was he supposed to tell him? How could he handle the heartbreak if Bobby kicked them out?

He just had to remember that as long as he had his brother, he could handle anything else life threw at him.

"This isn't easy to say, Bobby," he starts, wringing his hands. God, where does he even start?

"Me and Sam..." Dammit, this was hard. He didn't know how to say it, especially with that look Bobby was giving them between worried and annoyed that they weren't just spilling it already.

"Something's, uh-- it's changed between us recently, not exactly in the most normal way either." He gave a look to Sam.

Dammit, he didn't know how to say he was fucking his brother.

Sam meets his brother's eyes. They're both floundering here, no idea how to fully breach the subject. How do you tell your father figure that you're sleeping with your brother? There's definitely no easy way.

So Sam bites the bullet.

"It's turned sexual," he says. He holds his brother's gaze, too scared to look at Bobby. He's ready to be kicked out. Ready to be told he never gets to see Bobby again. Even ready for him to kick the crap out of the both of them. But Dean is right here beside him, and that makes everything okay.

Bobby's quiet -- he's got no choice. He's stunned right into it. How the hell are you even supposed to respond to it? His first instinct is to jump to some outside influence... curse or something because how the hell would that have happened otherwise?

He looks between them, but Dean's got his eyes locked on Sam's and Sam's got his on Dean's like they think that'll make him fade out of the damn room or something.

"What the hell are you two talking about?" he demands, not sure what else to say.

Sam looks away from his brother, finally looking at Bobby. He hopes that the confusion doesn't melt into disgust. He isn't really ready to handle that.

"Dean and I....we're sleeping together." And he would give anything in the world to not have to tell Bobby this. But it isn't fair to keep such a big secret. Especially when he and his brother aren't just fooling around. It isn't just sex, and that's why Bobby deserves to know.

"For awhile now," Dean finally added, eyes dropping down to the hands he had folded on his lap. He just didn't want to look at the disappointment on Bobby's face -- or worse, the disgust.

"It's not just about the sex either, Bobby..."

"Then what the hell is it about?" Bobby didn't even know what to feel yet, how to process it. It was a lot to take in.

Dammit, their lives just got weirder, didn't it?

"What do you expect me to say?"

"We love each other, Bobby," he says softly. "It's always been me and Dean against the world. We've been everything to each other for our whole lives. It just...grew into more."

It's the best explanation that Sam can come up with, and it's true. Moving onto this kind of relationship felt completely natural with how close they'd always been.

He doesn't answer the second question. He doesn't expect anything. He and Dean will take whatever the man gives them.

"The hell are you talking about?" Bobby was getting an earful and most of it was crap he didn't want to know about... could've gone his whole like without knowing.

He looked between Sam and Dean, eyes narrowing briefly on them both.

"How'd it happen?"

"It wasn't like we planned it, Bobby... it just happened." Dean still couldn't quite look up, didn't want to see Bobby's expression really.

Sam reaches for his brother's hand, hoping it's enough to soothe his worries. They've told him now. All they can do is wait for Bobby to decide how he feels about it. This could be their last time in this house, but no matter what, they have each other.

Bobby was having a hard time processing it enough as it was without them holding hands like this was all normal here, all okay. Maybe, given some time, he could learn to handle it, but right now? He clears his throat and shifts in his seat. "Gonna have to ask you don't do that under my roof right now."

Sam's sure he hears his heart break at that, but he slowly releases his brother's hand. He feels so guilty. Like this is entirely his fault. He's just taken the last bit of family Dean has from him.

"I'll pack my things," he says quietly, pushing up from the couch.

Dean tenses at that, jaw clenching painfully tight... but he doesn't argue since he kinda figured that'd be the response. "Right... we'll pack our stuff. Think you can handle the Wraith on your own?"

Didn't want to leave Bobby alone with it, but he'd understand. Hell, Bobby was a capable guy, he'd be fine on the hunt anyway.

"I didn't tell you two idjits to pack up and head out," Bobby said, shifting a little, uncomfortable. They both looked like kicked puppies right now, damn.

"I ain't tossing you out." Like he'd ever do that to boys he practically raised.

"Just asking you keep the PDA to yourselves for a bit while I try to figure out what the hell to say here."

Sam's entire body relaxes at that. He can handle this. He can handle keeping his distance from Dean for a little bit if it keeps Bobby in their lives. The relief is obvious on his face as he looks at the man who was a father to he and Dean their entire lives.

He doesn't know if there are words. If there's any way to express how much this means to him. To Dean.

"Okay," he says softly. "Onto the river wraith then."

"No offense, but the wraith isn't exactly something I can focus on right now." he pauses, looking between the two.

"We know how to handle it anyway, got a clue what to look for. You two should get some shut eye."

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