Weekend At Bobby's. // Sam & Dean //

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Weekend At Bobby's. // Sam & Dean // Jul 12, 2016 20:49:51 GMT -5

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Post by NPC on Jul 12, 2016 20:49:51 GMT -5

-- "Bobby" --

Bobby watched in victory as Crowley lifted one hand, bringing the contract back into sight on his body, and then lowered that hand, the contract slowly starting to erase itself. Bobby felt his legs start to go slightly numb and hastened to add, "you can go ahead and leave in the part about my legs." Crowley scowled but made no objections, allowing part of the contract to remain in place and Bobby felt the strength return to his lower limbs. He bestowed a pleased smirk upon the sulking demon.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

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Weekend At Bobby's. // Sam & Dean // Jul 14, 2016 20:25:37 GMT -5

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Post by Crowley on Jul 14, 2016 20:25:37 GMT -5

Crowley set his jaw tightly, glancing to the ceiling where the still intact devil's trap was located. "Now if you don't mind..." Still smirking, Bobby climbed up onto his workbench, removed a switchblade from one pocket and scraped a portion of the outer circle's paint away, breaking the trap. Without another word, Crowley vanished.

Only to reappear microseconds later in his hometown graveyard, carrying a big black doctor's bag. Sam and Dean were standing by the pile of his bones, the phone still at Dean's ear. Crowley addressed the boys stiffly. "I believe those belong to me." The Winchesters turned around to face him, Dean pocketing the phone and then glancing idly down at his lighter. "You know, now that I think about it, maybe I'll just..." He clicked the lighter, producing a flame. "...napalm your ass anyhow." "Dean." Before Crowley could get in a word edgewise, Sam was placing one hand over the lighter, dousing it. "He's a dick, but a deal's a deal." "I don't need you fight my battles for me, Moose. Get bent." Crowley scowled, brushing past them and kneeling to very carefully pack up his remains. "Now if you'll excuse me..." He straightened up confidently.

"I have a little hell to raise."

"Hello Boys"

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Weekend At Bobby's. // Sam & Dean // Jul 14, 2016 20:34:33 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 14, 2016 20:34:33 GMT -5

"I appreciate you boys lending a hand." Bobby thanked them gratefully over the phone as the boys drove back towards their motel to start packing, Dean behind the wheel, Sam in the passenger seat holding out his phone which was set to speaker so they could both hear. "Hey, any time we get to punk Crowley works for us" Dean chuckled, trying to remember which side of the road he was supposed to be on. "Still, knowing how much you love flying the friendly skies, I guess a nine hour plane trip was no picnic" Bobby remarked with a chuckle of his own. "What'd you do, drink your way through it?" "No" Dean began defensively, trying to come up with a lie on the spot but Sam sold him out. "He white knuckled it through four puke bags" the younger Winchester informed Bobby, smirking teasingly at Dean. Bobby guffawed on the other end of the line. "Well at least I was sober" Dean reminded them both, gripping the steering wheel. "If some nutjob decided to try something, I was ready." He gave a confident nod.

"I had a fork."

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Weekend At Bobby's. // Sam & Dean // Jul 14, 2016 20:50:20 GMT -5

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Post by NPC on Jul 14, 2016 20:50:20 GMT -5

-- "Bobby" --

Bobby laughed appreciatively. Everything just seemed ten times funnier now that the burden of his demon deal was gone. And Dean's comment was just so...Dean. He'd always been able to make Bobby smile when he needed to. The laugh died in his throat, remembering how he'd reamed the boys out. "Listen." He cleared his throat next, figuring he owed them an apology for that. "Um – about the things I said earlier. I was in a tough spot and I – I guess I was"- "No, you were right Bobby" came Sam's voice, sounding apologetic. "We take you for granted." "Yeah, you've been cleaning up our messes for years, Bobby" Dean added in a humble tone. "Without you, I don't even want to think about where me and Sam would’ve ended up." Bobby swallowed emotionally at the admissions from the boys. They really did care about him as much as he did for them. Not that he really had ever doubted that but it was nice to hear some evidence of it once and awhile.

"Ok." He cleared his throat gruffly before the conversation got any more mushy. "Let's roll credits on this chick flick." He switched the phone to his other ear, heading for the kitchen. "You boys have a safe flight back and uh, try some of the local grub, I hear it's... exotic." "Oh yeah, no, definitely" Dean agreed. "We are. I hear they have an olive garden." It took all his willpower not to slap one palm to his forehead. "Yeah sure Dean, fly across the ocean to get food from a restaurant that is only every other corner in America" he thought with a wiseass smile but instead of voicing this, he simply rolled his eyes and bid the boys farewell before hanging up. Placing the phone down on his kitchen counter, Bobby reached into the refrigerator and pulled out the plate containing the slice of cobbler he still hadn't been able to eat. Sitting down in his favorite armchair in the library, he speared a piece of it with his fork, lifted it to his lips...

And the phone rang.

[THE END.]

Post by NPC on Jul 12, 2016 20:49:51 GMT -5

Post by Crowley on Jul 14, 2016 20:25:37 GMT -5

Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 14, 2016 20:34:33 GMT -5

Post by NPC on Jul 14, 2016 20:50:20 GMT -5

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