Supernatural fic: The Love Story of John Winchester and Bobby Singer, As Told by Sam

[jmtorres]

Totally unexpected fic I didn't know I was going to be writing tonight. My personal fanon about Daddy Winchester.

The Love Story of John Winchester and Bobby Singer, As Told by Sam by jmtorres

Summary: Dean sleeps around with hunters like he's carrying on a venerable Winchester tradition.
John/Bobby. John/Other. Dean/Castiel preslash.
PG-13.
~1000 words.

Thanks to everysecondtuesday and grey_bard.

Alternate viewing option: AO3.


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Sam had always known that Dean's bisexuality was a little fucked up, always figured it had something to do with having Dad, with his on-the-move lifestyle, for a role model, but he didn't really connect the dots until he overheard Dean trying to explain to Castiel that sex with other hunters didn't count.

"It's--it's like playing cards or getting really, really drunk after a bad hunt," Dean said. "It's just, you know, bonding. It's how you know the other guy's got your back. It's friendly."

Sam made the mistake of looking up from the laptop to squint disbelievingly at his brother. Castiel caught his eye and said, "Does he use this line on everyone? What is his rate of success?"

"What! No!" Dean protested. "I wasn't hitting on you! You're not a hunter."

"I don't sleep with other hunters," Sam told Cas.

"And nobody likes you, either," Dean said smugly.

"I don't really think it's common practice," Sam went on. "Just Dean practice."

"Dude, whatever," Dean said. "Dad totally did it, too." Like he was carrying on a venerable Winchester tradition.

"Yeah, but Dad didn't try to come off like he was straight, Dean," Sam said.

"What are you talking about?" Dean scoffed. "Of course Dad was straight."

Sam blinked at him. "Dad had sex with other men. Not straight."

"Hunters!" Dean insisted. "Totally doesn't count."

Sam turned to Cas. "In the real world," he said, "straight men don't cement their friendships with gay sex. Unless they're really, really in denial. Don't let Dean confuse you. If a person likes having sex with both men and women, it's not that some of the sex doesn't count, it's that he's bisexual. Okay?"

Cas nodded. "This is more in line with what I have observed," he agreed.

"What about locker room hook-ups?" Dean asked belligerently. "Pro athletes totally team-build with sex."

This was really deeper insight into Dean's sexual rationalizations than Sam had ever wanted. "Dean. Reality and porn. Not the same."

"Oh, come on," Dean said. "How do you explain Dad, then?"

"What do you mean?" Sam said. "He had sex with men. What's there to explain?"

"He had sex with hunters," Dean insisted. "It's not like he was dating them!"

"Oh, you mean his epic string of one-night stands?" Sam asked. "Dad was a deeply dysfunctional human being who couldn't maintain a long-term relationship to save his life, he was so damn scared of losing someone again, like Mom. I swear he picked that fight with Bobby on purpose."

"What are you talking about?" Dean said. "They were fighting about a hunt. Bobby thought Dad was going off half-cocked and wanted to do more research, and Dad said he wasn't gonna sit around the house and let people die."

Sam supposed it was possible to interpret the fight that way if you ignored about half of it. Maybe Dean hadn't heard everything Sam had, or maybe his denial was stronger than his observational skills. "No, Dean. Bobby asked Dad to move in permanently. Dad wasn't having any of it."

"No way," Dean said. He looked weirdly scared. "I mean, Bobby and Dad hooked up, whatever, they were hunter buddies, but they weren't--Dad wasn't--hell, Bobby's not--"

"Yeah, they were," Sam said. "Dean, if Dad sleeping with other hunters was about being buddies and bonding and whatever else you've got it in your head it's all about, then why do you think there's so many hunters out there who wouldn't give Dad the time of day?"

"Because he was kind of an ass?" Dean suggested.

"Yeah, he was," Sam replied. "He sucked at breaking up. He didn't know how to say he was scared of caring too much--that would have been too honest--and he didn't know how to do casual. He really did care too much a lot of the time. So he picked fights until nobody could stand him."

"But that's," Dean said. "No. Come on."

"Bobby's like a second dad to us," Sam said. "You know that. Why do you think that is? It's 'cause he loved Dad."

"No, we were just around, for a while," Dean insisted. "Bobby's was home base for a couple of years. It was just convenient."

"Bobby's was home base because Bobby and Dad were a thing, not the other way around," Sam answered. "Bobby got around a lot of Dad's crap because he's a grumpy bastard and doesn't like to talk about his feelings, so Dad could pretend he wasn't in too deep. But then Bobby asked Dad to stay and it was too much of a declaration for Dad. He got scared, like he always did."

"This is dumb," Dean complained. "You're talking like they were, I dunno, life partners or something."

"Bobby calls us family," Sam said. "You hear him throw that word around with everybody? Think about it."

"You could," Cas ventured. Dean looked at him like he was surprised he was still there, and Sam felt vaguely guilty about airing the dirty laundry. Still, it wasn't like he'd said anything bad--he'd said Dad and Bobby loved each other, as opposed to Dean, who had been telling the angel about meaningless sex. "You could ask Bobby Singer about the relationship," Cas suggested to Dean.

"He won't say anything like Sam's saying, even if it were true," Dean protested. "Bobby's the original Mr. No Chick Flick Moments. Just--no way was he like that with Dad."

"He told me some stuff," Sam said, going back to his laptop. "Get him really drunk and ask him about Christmas of '91 sometime."

There was a long pause during which Dean was undoubtedly counting back in his head. "The amulet? The one Bobby wanted to you to give to Dad that you gave me instead?"

"What about it?" Sam asked, not looking up. If he looked up, he'd crack up, and it was funnier if Dean got there on his own.

"Dude, did you give me a token of their gay love for Christmas?" Dean demanded.

"You gave me a Barbie doll," said Sam smugly. "You totally deserved it."

Castiel pulled the amulet out of his shirt reverently. "Dean. I am honored that you would allow me the use of such an important family heirloom."

Dean looked gobsmacked. "You know I didn't give it to you as a token of my gay love, right?" he asked.

"Yes, Dean," Cas said kindly. "I understand that you are only interested in being friendly."

Comments

[scaramouche]

This fic is PURE CAPSLOCK JOY. I think my face kind of got stuck on an open-mouthed almost-grin while reading this.

Love the big gay love retcon of the amulet there. Very nice.

[jmtorres]

*grins* Thank you! I have had this theory about John Winchester, Don Juan of Hunters, ever since Dean and Sam tried to figure out if he'd slept with Ellen, and Bobby is so AWESOME that clearly he was John's true love.

[ktnb]

Hahahahahaha! I love it! It makes a lot of sense, and the amulet bit is just perfect.

[jmtorres]

Thank you! *grins*

Supernatural gives us lines like "Gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day." CLEARLY the amulet Cas wants to use to find God has some gay love mojo backing it up. Ahem.

[niqaeli]

*deeply amused*

I still want the fic wherein Sam and Bobby are like "Are you serious, we're having to point out to Dean that he is not straight? How is this our LIVES." and then proceed to fuck with him re: angelsex in revenge.

[jmtorres]

Yes, there's that version of "Dean hasn't figured out bisexual yet," too. But no. This story happened tonight because grey_bard said something to me about John/Bobby and reminded me of my Don Juan theory of John and then I started contemplating what John's gay sex life would do to Dean's daddy issues and. Yeah. Snowballed.

[azurelunatic]

*giggling madly*

[jmtorres]

*beam*

[polarisnorth]

This is both tragic and utterly hilarious, I love you. And I love emotionally stunted Winchesters!

[jmtorres]

Awwwww. You know, in my head, Bobby would have taken John back if he'd stopped being so damn stubborn. I mean, he would have taken a shotgun blast of rock salt in the chest, but Bobby would have taken him back. I am not sure if that makes it more or less tragic.

[polarisnorth]

Ummm... possibly more, actually. Now I want fic where Dean and Sam Have Two Daddies.

[jmtorres]

I'm sorry! You should sidle up to everysecondtuesday, she totally wants to write that story. *G*

[polarisnorth]

Yes, but the problem is, if I enable Tuesday, she gets to enable me back. And that way lies madness.

[jmtorres]

That way lies an abundance of awesome fic! I mean, aren't you glad she made me write this? And I personally am looking forward to the treatment of demon Dean she's writing me. *grins*

[polarisnorth]

I have this terrible feeling that I'm going to end up writing epic Gabriel backstory.

[jmtorres]

Dude, awesome!

[everysecondtuesday]

You can't make promises like this and not follow through.

[everysecondtuesday]

That way lies amazing things, and even though at this point my spn wip folder is huddling in a corner crying from all the expectations I've heaped upon it, I promise it can take it. *bats eyelashes*

[polarisnorth]

... are you online right now?

[everysecondtuesday]

I am!

[polarisnorth]

I'm on both gtalk (you have my email, I think? It's just my username and then @gmail.com) and AIM (as polarisstarz - I forgot the password for my other account, so I can only log in on my netbook, not my laptop).

[lizfu]

Wowwww, this is both sad and funny at the same time. Why am I imagining Bobby keeping one of John's shirts on a hanger over one of his in the closet a la Brokeback Mountain?

Dean, bb, denial is not just a river in Egypt.

[jmtorres]

Dude, it's Bobby, he's probably got a couple of John's guns or knives around for old times' sake. And the shirt, which he doesn't admit to.

*grins*

Thanks!

[echan]

I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW. You just have to write the crack so damn WELL that I'm currently in an epic fight with my brain about whether this is new personal canon or not.

[jmtorres]

IT'S NOT CRACK DAMN IT. I love you too.

[viridian5]

Angels don't count either!

[jmtorres]

Angels don't have traditional genders! The gay and straightness of sex with angels is a totally different question!

[viridian5]

Dean can't discriminate against angels when it comes to comradely bonding. It's just not right. He has to be friendly.

[jmtorres]

Yes, Cas does indeed feel Dean owes him friendliness.

[everysecondtuesday]

It occurs to me I am doing that thing where I am engaging with people in your comments without actually replying to your post itself. As I said at AO3, I love this lots.

[jmtorres]

Yes you already replied to a version of this story post. It is fine. ILU.

[ex_amphetamine50]

Ahhhh I love this! A nice gay love retcon and Winchester family tradition. Cas' last line just killed me XD

[jmtorres]

Cas: so deadpan you can never tell when he's hoisting you with your own petard.

*grins* Thank you!

[lunarwolfik]

This is amazingly awesome and adorable at the same time. ♥ ♥

I really like the rationalizing that Dean's gone through about hunters and hunter-sexing, it's an interesting (and Deanish) way to deal with things. That fact that Sam points out that Dean is totally not right in his rationalizing is great.

Plus, Dude, did you give me a token of their gay love for Christmas?" Dean demanded.

Favorite line EVER.

[somnolentblue]

This hits that awesome line between funny, sad, and really fucked-up that is perfectly Supernatural.

Also, "Dude, did you give me a token of their gay love for Christmas?" Dean demanded made me giggle, as did Castiel's response.

[azdaja_dafema]

I've so much love for this it isn't real. It has explainy!Sam, Bi!Dean. BI!JOHN. AMULETS OF GAY LOVE PASSED TO CAS. EEEE.

[helena-eternal.livejournal.com]

I usually don't subscribe to any pairing besides Dean/Cas, but the Dean and Sam banter here is just priceless, and Sam's 'duh, how are you so freaking blind' tone made me crack up. The way you describe John and Bobby's relationship makes a lot of sense, too, especially John's side of things.

Castiel pulled the amulet out of his shirt reverently. "Dean. I am honored that you would allow me the use of such an important family heirloom."

Oh, Cas. So formal and yet so inappropriate. I LOVE this fic!

[iamala.livejournal.com]

Nah Cas, he totally gave it to you as a sign of his bog gay love, he just doesn't know it yet. Man, Dean is just denial incarnate. Well done.