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

Of course we're falling apart. I don't know why you're surprised. You were always the one who kept me and Dean from being at each other's throats. With you gone, how were we ever supposed to manage?

Boy, I swear if I have to hijack a pair of wings, I'm gonna kick your asses. Dean's the one person you can trust, idjit. So he screwed up. I don't see anyone lining up to go throwing stones.

He did a little more than screw up, Bobby. He tricked me into being possessed. I know he didn't know the angel was psycho. But that isn't the point. Dean has never been possessed. He doesn't understand how it feels to have your body taken over by something you can't control. And he still had the nerve to take that choice out of my hands.

You're tellin' me.

Son, I'm not here to go playing the blame game. I'm too goddamn old for that kind of crap. He's family and you don't give up on family. Dean didn't give up on you during the height of your screwup, remember?

Be pissed at him, that's fine. But you don't give up on family. In this crap ass line of work, it's pretty much all we've got.

Shoulda hired a damned babysitter. We exit stage right and it's like they forget that they're better together.

I could smack them all upside the head for this guilty sobfest. If those dummies stopped arguing over whose fault it is that the world is a hot mess and sacked up for two seconds, it would probably all be sunshine and rainbows and puppies by now.

Don't know if even you'd be able to fix this mess, Bobby.

I'd start by locking both of your idiot asses in the panic room until you started seeing reason.

Thinking you're poison to the people around you - the people that care about you most. [Screw it, he's hitting you anyway. A backhand upside the head might not solve things, but it does make him feel a little better.]

Jackass.

Pretty sure the line forms to the left for that particular honor. Spending all this time worrying about who wronged who when and they've got a job to do. A job that they can't do solo.

Think they would have learned that by now.

We've always had a few wheels missing, Bobby. Only difference is it's a little more obvious this time around.

What you've always had missing are screws, son. Not wheels.

I ain't saying that mistakes weren't made [and Christ on a Christmas tree were there some big ones] but I'm telling you that this crap? It ain't you two.

You've been gone a while, Bobby.

[ And he hates even saying that, but it's the truth. ]

Things change.

Yeah, you would, huh?

I mean, I get why Sam's pissed. I do. Dean's out of his damn mind over the prophet kid dying and still stupid enough to trust Crowley. Hell, Sam's probably better off with Cas, but they're still all better off together. But no, it's gotta be like pulling teeth to get them all to hold hands and cross the street together.

Oh, and one other thing. How on earth is Abaddon a bigger problem than Metatron? From where I'm sittin', demons aren't raising near as much hell as angels nowadays.

Thanks for the reminder, princess but that ain't the problem. The problem is you two need to get your heads out of your asses if you're gonna set things right.

Except there's no--

[hey, what the hell, Bobby?]

Can you really blame me for thinking that at this point? Look what's happened because I made selfish decisions, Bobby. I let Sam down, I let Kevin down. Hell, I let Cas down too. Just... everyone.

What do you want me to do, Bobby? Act like this didn't happen? I was ready to die. I was at peace with that. And then Dean had to go and take the decision away from me. How am I supposed to trust him not to pull crap like that again?

I'm gonna set things right. That's on me, Bobby.

[ That's the whole goddamn point of all of this. They'll work this out, but it's on him to fix, not Sam. He's gotta do this on his own. ]

The same way he trusted you to go straight after all that crap with Ruby went down. [Bobby drags a hand over his face, scratching at his beard.] I ain't sayin it's gonna be easy. But Dean didn't give up on you. I think you owe him that much, son.

Thought he would have learned by now not to trust that jackass after what he pulled. But Winchesters ain't never been ones to learn the easy way. No, it's got to be drilled in their hard heads with a friggin baseball bat most of the time.

[THANK YOU. At least someone else sees the problem with priorities here.] You're telling me. Angels are tear-assing all over the place and Dean's focused on his damn vendetta with Abbadon of all people.

[What the hell? You're being an idiot. So's Sam. He's not here, so you're getting whacked.]

This isn't all on you, son. It's not. You made a bad call with the angel- but you had no way of knowing he was gonna fly off the rails like that. Near as you could tell he was sticking to the deal.

[And just like old times, you're getting whapped upside the head for being such a thickeaded idjit] So you're gonna go all lone wolf like your old man, huh? Because that worked out so well for him, didn't it?

I should have known, Bobby. I mean, angels... they're pretty much all dicks, right? I should've known better than to trust one just popping up out of nowhere, but...

[He couldn't lose Sam. He couldn't watch him die after he just barely talked him down from the ledge.]

But you loved your brother too much to watch him go. [Not that Bobby can blame him for that. Dean lived and died for his brother - of course he's going to pull out all the stops to keep him alive.]

Last I checked though, you ain't psychic son. You were desperate, you wanted to keep Sam safe.

Kevin ain't on you, boy. That's on the angel.

Come on back here and I'd be happy to hold them down while you hit 'em.

Funny you should mention that. Been watching that app of mine get kicked around and touched up the last couple of days.

Hold down the fort a little while longer. Backup is on the way.

And that's my problem, Bobby. I can't let him go... even when he wants me to. [He pauses, swallowing against the rise of guilt in his throat.]

I tricked my brother into getting possessed by a freakin' angel again, Bobby. I knew he'd hate me for it. I knew he'd never go along with it and I did it anyway.

And yeah, well, I should've been there for Kevin anyway. Maybe I could've stopped it.

Hell, I told a Reaper to kiss my ass because I couldn't leave you boys.I get it. But maybe if you tell Sam why you can't let him go. Don't fall back on that 'we're family' - that's the same shit excuse your old man used all the time.

I know it's a touchy-feely moment and you ain't gonna like it - but you've gotta tell him.

[He will smack you again, Dean. Don't make him do it.] And maybe I coulda Matrixed out of the way of that bullet that took me down, but that's just not how it went. Sometimes you can't stop it, son. Don't matter how much we might want it to be otherwise.

Yeah, that'd mean I'd have to get him to talk to me again.

[But maybe Bobby's right. Dean's not gonna get his hopes up or anything though. But getting to talk to Bobby about it? It makes it seem a little less overwhelming and hopeless at least.]

Wish we had you back, Bobby.

Me too. [He didn't want to go, even at the end. The boys needed him. Still do, as a matter of fact and it hurts to see them suffering like this because they were just too boneheaded to sit down and talk to each other.]

But what's done is done. You've still got Sam - you just gotta make him listen to what you have to say. If anyone can, son - it's you. [He's always had faith in you Dean. You can do this and he knows it.]

We could sure use you around to, Bobby. [He says it with a sad smile.]

Yeah, I'm getting that, son. I go and retire and the damn wheels fall off. [And don't think he isn't angling to find some way out now that no one's minding Heaven.]

To be fair, the wheels were already off long before you were gone. [Say, when he was six months old.] We'll...figure it out. It'll take time, but we'll figure it out.

I'll try, Bobby. [And he's actually smiling a little. He doesn't think he really deserves Bobby's belief in him, but it's nice to have anyway.]

[Like he's ever had to earn it. Bobby squeezes his shoulder.] I never got a chance to tell you.. before, but I'm proud of you, boy.

Always have been.

You're hunters. Kinda means you've got a few screws lose as it is, son.

Dean loves you, Sam. He's just crap with words.

[Dammit, Bobby. Why do you have to say stuff like that? For a moment, Dean's quiet because his throat might be just a little bit tight. He doesn't see what he's done at this point that anyone could be proud of, but...

It gets him to smile a little wider anyway.]

C'mon, if it hadn't been for you, Bobby... no telling where I'd be. Or Sam for that matter.

[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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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...

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.

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?

[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.

[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?

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

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WHAT'S UP LOVE (sam needs papa bobby rn)

OMG. YOU! <3 /glomps forever

/glomps back

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