A/N: Hey there folks! I know, I'm late again and I'm really sorry about that. My RL is busy than ever. . *sighs* But hey, just four more weeks to go and then I'm off of work for a few days!
A/N: My hugest of thanks to Enkidu07! Honey you are amazing!! *huggles you*
A/N: For the timeline – this drabble plays shortly after Sam went to Stanford.
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Swearing loudly Bobby grabbed his rifle and shuffled wearily to the door. 2am. Fuck.
His blood ran cold when he saw Dean leaning heavily against the doorframe.
"Damnit, boy! You know what time it is?"
"Bobby…" The one word was just a shaky breath.
He reached Dean just in time as the boy's knees started to buckle.
"Shit! Dean!" Bobby felt the heat radiating off him, saw the blood seeping through the fabric of his shirt. "What the hell happened? Where's John?"
"'s okay. Jus' a scratch." Dean mumbled faintly. "An' Dad t-took off alone." Glassy eyes stared at him. The hurt in them made Bobby cringe.
"Bobby, Sammy's gone."
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