“Lucifer, you’re my brother and I love you. But you’re a great big bag of dicks.”

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jelly

xxkastielxx:

So Dean’s in Bobby’s kitchen, blunt butter knife in his hand, smoothing peanut butter over both slices of jumbo white bread.

“Keeps the jelly from making the bread soggy,” he mutters to himself, remembering what mommy used to tell him when he asked her, “why.”

He does a messy job, but he’s eight, he’s also a boy, he doesn’t really care. This is for Sammy.

He dips the knife into the raspberry jelly, the only kind of jelly Sam likes (even though Dean likes strawberry), and slathers it onto the slices. He tries to be neat because Sam is four and he doesn’t care about being clean. Dean wants him to stay clean, though. Doesn’t want to give him a bath for the second time today.

The TV drones on in the background, playing reruns of some old cartoon Dean can’t remember the name of, but what he doesn’t notice is Bobby leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and tears in his eyes. To anyone else, they’d think he was just being a good brother. To anyone else. Bobby knows more than anyone else, knows that since the boys got here a day and a half ago, Dean hasn’t let Bobby do a single thing for Sam. Won’t let Bobby give him a bath, read him a book, make his lunch, get him crackers, pour him a glass of milk, make his sandwiches, all because Bobby won’t do it right.

The eight year old has said it over and over again—“Bobby, you won’t do it right. I have to do it.”

Bobby just sighs. Dean is eight. He shouldn’t be like this, shouldn’t think he’s the only one responsible for Sam.

Bobby watches as Dean cuts the crusts off the sandwich. His little lip is pulled between his teeth with hard concentration, making sure that he cuts the sandwich in half just right. He sets the two pieces on a plate, moves over to the cabinet to grab a glass and fills it halfway with milk.

Bobby also notices that Dean hasn’t fixed himself a snack yet.

He grabs the glass and the plate and moves swiftly into the living room where Sam is. Since Dean left the room, Bobby didn’t notice how sad Sam had looked until Dean came back, and Sam’s face lit up.

“Here you go, Sammy. Just like you like it.”

Bobby wonders if John knows just how Sam likes it.

“Oh, Deans!” The little boy giggles and wraps his arms tight around his brother. ”Iss perfect! I wuvoo!”

Dean smirks, pride etched deeply into his features. ”Love you, too, Sammy. Now eat up.”

Bobby sighs. ”You want somethin’, Dean?” he says, speaking up for the first time.

Dean is almost too distracted watching Sam to notice what Bobby said, but he does after a few minutes. ”Huh? Oh, no thank you, uncle Bobby. I’m okay with Sam.”

Bobby sighs again. ”I know you are, kid.”