trans_9 | See How My Garden Grows [Very Open]

He hadn't done much laying around as a teenager. He'd always been too busy, one social event to another.

After the Yeerks...well, Temrash had less love for being lazy than Iniss did, but neither of them were really set on protracted periods of inactivity. And there was always something Sharing related, or feeding related, or just...something. Rank play had been a major time suck in his youth, and needing to be somewhere every three days made planning anything else a bit of a suck.

He'd flopped down on the hill next to the garden he had spent so much time losing time in, one hand gripping Bobby's leash to keep the dog from running off, but eyes closed and body relaxed.

Too much stuff was happening, lately. He wasn't used to keeping up with it anymore. Jake was back and Sam was dating Xander and Dean and Kaylee had broken up. He wasn't even sure how to handle half of that, much less all of it at once.

No wonder the garden looked so well tended, the neat rows gave him something to do, something to think about, something that made perfect sense because plants needed like...two things, water and weeding, and they weren't much on demanding an emotional investment beyond that.

Bobby shifted, licking his hand and resting his head on his shoulder, watching the chickens and their chicks poke around nearby.

Why couldn't life just be this simple?

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Bobby made a beeline back to the boy, and Tom, hearing Dean's voice, didn't even bother to open his eyes.

He'd come a long way since the Winchester brothers had first taken him in.

"I'm over here, Dean. Taking a break, all of the weeds have been concurred for the day. Did they finally let you out of security or did you just hand it off to Nightwing and run?"

Dean snorted as he wandered over to him, "I'm off the clock, kid." Even if he pretty much did the latter to poor Dick. He hadn't even stuck around to ask about the mission, figuring he'd hear about it later.

"Yeah, and how startled did Nightwing look when you handed him said check out report?" He cracked an eye open, grinning with some semblance of normal teenage glee up at Dean.

He yawned, reaching up to rub Bobby's ears when the dog laid his head on his stomach. "We've almost got tomatoes. We're like...one fourth of the way to a salad."

"A little, but he's probably still rattled with whatever shit went down planetside," he commented back not missing a beat.

"Good, Sammy can have his rabbit food again."

"And you left him? That's mean. Did you at least get him some coffee or something?" Tom snorted, shaking his head. Talking to Dean and Sam was almost easier than talking to anyone on the ship, except maybe Eva or Kaylee. It was a weird family, but it was his.

"Hey, even rabbit food is better than slop."

"I left him some notes, and more information to work with than we had before. He can deal for a few hours." Guy used to work with freaking Batman back in the day after all.

"Yeah though still love a good burger. Garden means extra onions though."

"While you wind down? Have you slept yet?" He turned to look at Dean, rolling to rest on his stomach and settling comfortably.

"Yeah, I got lots of stuff. And we can make like...sauces and stuff with tomatoes, right?" He plucked at a strand of grass, letting his eyes slide closed.

"Sure." He slept. Though it was more pass out, or sleep a fitful one-two hours if you call that sleeping.

"Yeah, can make our own version of Spaghetti-Os, no can needed," The guy was something of an authority on cooking instant and cheap food since that was a main meal source for him and Sam growing up. Plus, usually Dean was the one doing the cooking, particularly while their old man was on the road during a hunt.

"What would Sam say if I asked him?"

He laughed. "Well, we need noddles or something. I guess we could do it with potatoes, right? Or something." He hadn't cooked in a long time. It would be fun to try to figure something out.

"Something else, but Samantha's always got his panties in a bunch about something or another."

Dean glanced around to the other plants nearby.

"There's garden and all this. Somebody's got to have wheat or something like it. Guess you could with potatoes though."

"He'll yell if he hears you call him that." Tom snickered, grinning. By now he had gotten used to Sam and Dean with each other. It was almost soothing.

"Yeah, probably. But do you know how to get from plant to noodle? Cause I haven't the slightest."

"No he won't. He'll just do another of his hundred bitchfaces like the bitch he is," He smirked back. It's the brotherly way really.

Dean then shook his head, "Not a clue, but somebody around here will figure it out." He vaguely knew grinding was involved to turn it to flour, but the whole process wasn't that clear.

Tom laughed, shaking his head. It had bothered him at first, before he caught what it really was. "Yeah, yeah. Sure. I know, you're the cool brother."

He shook his head. "I think we have a lot of soldiers and not a whole lot of noodle makers, Dean."

He figured somehow you got from wheat to flour and then there was some sort of device....like play-dough.

"Older brothers are always the cool brother," he gave Tom a pointed look.

"You'd think Stacy should have realized that though. Then again she thinks slop's the height of ship cuisine so guess not."

"Jake's older than me now." His hand flexed against the grass, curling into fists briefly. "So does that make me the less cool brother? Or just the more pathetic one?"

He shrugged. "I guess the GIA don't have a whole lot of care for what their food tastes like so long as it provides what they need to survive? That or Stacy just understands what we need and never really considered what it tastes like."

"So? When I was aging backwards I was younger than Sam. Still the older brother. And I bet Jake still thinks you are too."

Dean shrugged, "Could be either, GIA don't seem to give a crap about a lot of things. Not sure about Stacy either. Good thing we're getting better options."

"Yeah, I guess." He rolled, resting on his stomach and looking at the garden.

"Yeah, there's the stuff in Hydro, but not enough to be sustained. Lash and Zetta brought me back seeds, from their mission? That's pretty cool. I might have to break up more ground but it gives me something to do."

Bobby's tail thumped against the ground, calm and content to lay next to him.

"Yeah, what did they bring?" So, he's curious, so what? Not like he's farming it. Even if the idea didn't sound bad at all.

He reached over to scritch Bobby behind the ears, and got a few licks as thanks from the happy dog.

"Lots of flowers, mostly. I guess it was hobby stuff, some really weird vegetables. Like purple tomatoes and mathematical broccoli. It's all cool, and fast growing. It should end up ripe almost faster than what I've got already." Relaxing with Dean was sorta like relaxing with Sam. He didn't have to watch what he said or pretend to be normal.

See How My Garden Grows [Very Open]

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