Bobby sees what you're doing. He does not approve.

[idjitminder]

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....

Those idjits.

I swear I go and kick the bucket and the damn wheels fall offa all three of them. That's it - you've gotta get me back in a game so I can knock their asses around proper.

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[idjitminder]

[Hey, for that smile? He'd tell him damn near anything. Dean hadn't exactly had good reason to smile the last few years. He was too young to be that goddamn careworn, that tired.]

You two idjits would have been just fine.

But I want you to promise me something son, and I don't want any lip service to the old man here. When this gets finished? When you and Sam handle this and you two meatheads are talking again?

Quit. No more hunting.

[onasteelhorse]

Bobby... you know I can't promise you that.

[He doesn't think he'll ever get out of it until he's dead and in the ground.]

Sam though, maybe.

[idjitminder]

Garth's outta the game. Someone's got to take everything I put together and make it mean something. If you can't outright quit, you take a step back. I don't want to see your ass up here until you're at least older than I was when I checked out.

Both of you.

[onasteelhorse]

So.... You want us to be the new Bobby?

[idjitminder]

Yeah, because I lived a model, well adjusted life. No, jackass. I want you two idjits to do it better. Live longer. Be happy. If you can't get all the way out, then get as close as you can.

[onasteelhorse]

Bobby... [He can't help a laugh.] When have we like, ever lived anything resembling well adjusted? I mean, maybe we can make it work. Depends on how this crap goes and if Sam quits it with the silent treatment, but...

[idjitminder]

I ain't saying you two are built for white picket fences and the Leave it to Beaver lifestyle. But I am saying that you two can do better. You should be able to do better.

.. both of you deserve better.

[onasteelhorse]

I'll try, Bobby.

[He lets out a sighbecause dammit, he'd love to do better. He's tired of hunting, he's tired of fighting and saving the world being entirely on them.

He wants a break.]

I'll try, okay?

[idjitminder]

[And now, he's coming in for a hug. Because goddamnit they both kind of need it at this point.] I know, son. That's all I ask.

You did good, boy. 'm always gonna be proud of you, you hear? Always.

[onasteelhorse]

[His arms come up because yeah, he's not gonna say no to a hug.

And it's been too damn long since he's heard anyone's proud of him, whether he deserves it or not.]

Thanks, Bobby. For everything, you know?