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verucasalt123Title: Somehow
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Bobby
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #06, Tears
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: There’s always a reason.
No one just wakes up one day and decides they’re going to hunt the supernatural for the rest of their lives. Oh, no, not anyone sane, anyway. Not anyone Bobby had ever met. Everyone gets into hunting somehow.
His “somehow” had been so long ago, yet still seemed like yesterday. Moving to greet his beautiful wife, Karen, only to realize that she wasn’t really her. He wasn’t sure, exactly, how he knew she was possessed, hell, maybe he didn’t know. But he knew it wasn’t Karen. And that was why he stabbed her. That was why he used his own hands to kill his love.
These days, the tears were fewer and farther between, held off by a healthy dose of emotion-drowning bourbon. But they still came, from time to time. He wished he’d been one of those dumb sons of bitches who’d figured out shit like demon possession so he could have saved Karen instead of killing her, tears in his eyes even as he plunged in the knife.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Bobby
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #06, Tears
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: There’s always a reason.
No one just wakes up one day and decides they’re going to hunt the supernatural for the rest of their lives. Oh, no, not anyone sane, anyway. Not anyone Bobby had ever met. Everyone gets into hunting somehow.
His “somehow” had been so long ago, yet still seemed like yesterday. Moving to greet his beautiful wife, Karen, only to realize that she wasn’t really her. He wasn’t sure, exactly, how he knew she was possessed, hell, maybe he didn’t know. But he knew it wasn’t Karen. And that was why he stabbed her. That was why he used his own hands to kill his love.
These days, the tears were fewer and farther between, held off by a healthy dose of emotion-drowning bourbon. But they still came, from time to time. He wished he’d been one of those dumb sons of bitches who’d figured out shit like demon possession so he could have saved Karen instead of killing her, tears in his eyes even as he plunged in the knife.
