#post-finale

Still slowly working our way through the list - not sure if it's solved our plot problem, but @cecilyv and I have had fun with all the prompts. So, thank you to everyone!

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“You believe me, don’t you?”

He understands why Athena buried Bobby in Minnesota.  Appreciates it even. That Bobby finally gets to be with his kids again.

But he wishes there was somewhere in LA he could go to talk to Bobby. The place that feels most like Bobby is the firehouse, but there’s always someone there.  He wants somewhere he can go that’s private, where he can talk to Bobby one-on-one.  Somewhere that he can go and tell Bobby that he’s failing.  That he can’t do the one thing Bobby asked him to do, what Bobby told him he could do.  That Chim’s doing it instead. And, he’s proud of Chim. Is honored to work with him, for Chim to be his Captain.  But that doesn’t make him feel less alone, less on the outside, less like he’s falling farther and farther behind as everyone else moves on.

He ends up at the diner he used to go to with Bobby sometimes after shift.  Is surprised when he walks in and sees Athena there too. He hesitates in the doorway, doesn’t want to intrude on her.  But he leaves it too long, and he takes up too much space, and she sees him, waves him over.

He sits awkwardly in the booth across from her, gives his order when the waitress comes back, fiddles with fixing his coffee. Looks up to see Athena watching him, face sharp and evaluating.

“How’re you doing, Buckaroo?”

He shrugs. “You know.”

She tilts her head. “No. That’s why I asked.”

He sits up a little straighter. “Right. Sorry.”  Resists the urge to say ma’am, if only because she’d give him shit about it. He tries to think of what he can say that’s honest, but won’t make her ask him anything else.  He’s not sure how far he can get in a conversation with Athena that doesn’t end up with him metaphorically bleeding all over the table in front of her, and she doesn’t need that. “Getting by,” is what he comes up with.

She makes a skeptical noise, but seems to take him at his word. They make small talk, about the station, about baby Bobby, how Maddie’s doing, how Chim’s doing as captain, about Eddie coming back. They don’t talk about the elephant in the room – about how none of these questions would need to be asked if Bobby was still here.

“I’m sorry,” he finally blurts out. “If I could have traded places with him I would have.” She doesn’t say anything, and he says a little desperately, “You believe me, don’t you? That I’d give him back to you if I could.”

Her face twists. “Honey, I believe you. I also know that Bobby wouldn’t want that. That he’d smack you upside the head for even thinking that. He wouldn’t have traded places with you in a million years, so don’t wish that for him.”

He swallows hard and wishes he’d kept his mouth shut.

“Baby,” she says, “how you really doing?”

He shakes his head. Can’t answer that honestly. Not to Athena.

She takes a sip of her coffee and considers him. “You talking to anyone?”

He shrugs, uncomfortable under her scrutiny.  She shouldn’t be trying to solve his problems. “Everyone’s busy. Maddie and Chim have a new baby. Hen’s got her family.  Eddie–” well the less said about Eddie the better. “He’s busy too,” he says lamely.

“Hmm.  What about Tommy?  I seem to recall Bobby talking about you and him once or twice.”

“We broke up.”

Golden Hour

Commission from @hostbusters !!!

this is Ollie from my tadc fanfic The Daughter of Funnybunny. Idk why I gave him a death stare lol

ps: excuse the lack of feet, I got lazy 😅

It's a post-finale finale so there are spoilers if you haven't finished TMA!

If anyone might be interested~:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85037801

Bucket List Item #5

The display put on for them by heaven was rather spectacular. The bright greens and blues danced across the night sky above them and Baby. Sam looked over at Dean with love, who was fully absorbed in the magnificent display. His green eyes reflecting the undulating brighter green made him look ethereally beautiful. Northern Lights were something neither of them managed to get a chance to see, while alive. So, it was just about perfect to have this moment. He wrapped his hand around Dean's and turned his gaze upward again as they enjoyed another day of their happily ever afterlife in heaven.