game-of-reading

[game-of-reading]

sparking you guys imagination (Castiel's version)

[game-of-reading]

“You’re too good for me.”

Pairing: Bobby Singer x reader | Supernatural

Warnings: None I can think of

Spoilers: Technically takes place during season 5 episode 2 “Good God, Y’All!” but doesn’t actually include any lines from the episode

Word count: 690

You help Bobby, your boyfriend, come home and start his adjust after his recovery in the hospital.

*gif not mine, found it online so credit to who made it*

Bobby was staring out the hospital window as he waited for you to fill out his discharge papers to take him home.

He wasn’t sure how he was going to handle being in a wheelchair, or how he was going to handle not going on hunts anymore. He knew he was lucky to have you by his side, but even then he wasn’t sure if you’d remain with him.

“Ready to go, baby?” Your voice brought him out of his thoughts and turned his head to look at you as you approached his side.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Bobby grumbled in response before sighing.

“Want me to push you or are you gonna push yourself?”

Bobby contemplated your question, appreciating that you didn’t just assume if he wanted to be pushed.

“Probably be faster if ya pushed.” Bobby decided, managing a small smile.

You nodded and moved behind his chair, gripping the handlebars and turning him around to head out to the hall.

It was silent between the both of you as you pushed Bobby out of the hospital and to your car, stopping beside the passenger seat.

“Okay, do you want help getting in or do you want to try on your own?” You asked while unlocking the car and opening the passenger door, looking at him to see him staring at the car.

Again he appreciated that you didn’t just start to help, instead giving him a chance to decide.

“I want to try first,” He mumbled and you nodded, stepping back as he rolled closer before putting the brakes on the chair.

You watched as Bobby grabbed and moved each of his legs off of the chair and to the ground, bracing his left hand on the car you held a hand out so he could haul himself up.

“Okay?” You asked when he didn’t move.

“Just…” Bobby trailed off, looking at his feet before your face as you gave him an encouraging nod.

“Take your time, babe. There’s no rush.” You said, and Bobby knew you meant it.

With a deep breath, Bobby steadied himself before taking his left hand off the car to move it onto the passenger door, twisting himself and allowing you to ease him back into the seat.

Once he was sitting you let go of his hand and began to fold the wheelchair so you could put it in your trunk. Bobby took his time lifting his legs into the car and getting comfortable, closing the door just as you got in the driver’s seat.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” You said, looking at Bobby with a small grin.

~ later at home ~

You had spent time arranging a bed to the side of the library, upset that Bobby wouldn’t be able to just go upstairs anymore, so you decided to make sure he can still feel a sense of normalcy while being stuck on one floor.

“The hell are ya doing?” You turned to look at Bobby, slightly confused.

“What’s it look like?”

“Looks like ya brought down the whole bed set.” Bobby clarified, pushing himself closer. “Ya plannin’ on sleeping on a bare mattress?”

“I plan on sleeping beside my boyfriend.” You stated, sitting on the edge of the bed, grinning at Bobby’s reaction.

“No, I can’t ask you to give up that bed.” Bobby shook his head.

“Good thing you’re not asking, Bobby.” You said, leaning forward to grab the armrests, pulling him closer so you could place your hands on either side of his face, forcing him to keep his eyes on yours. “I’m going to do everything I can to help you, I will take care of you however you need me too, because I love you. So if you want me to, I’ll sleep up-” Your speech was cut off by Bobby’s lips on yours, your eyes automatically closing as you kissed back.

Bobby broke the chaste kiss, a smile on his lips as you moved your hands to rest on the chair’s armrests.

“I love you, too.” Bobby murmured, bringing his hand up to cup your face. “You’re too good for me.”

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