Dust settled. Bobby left the next morning.
Settling into the Impala, feeling Dean's anxious gaze, Sam sighed. "I'm fine, Dean."
"I know, it's just – our tats keep demons from possessing us, now we gotta worry about witches moving in?"
"Most witches aren't that strong. Besides, possession wasn't her plan. When I shot her – the transference crystal was her only option."
"What was her plan?"
"Whatever it was died with her," Sam said. "Listen, man, thanks. You saved me."
"That's what I do," Dean grinned cockily.
"Yeah, yeah. And Dean?"
"The next witch? We shoot first and ask questions later!"
Thank you so much, you guys, for hanging in through all this. You know who you are! Hope the ending worked. Like Chuck said, endings are a bitch! And he never had to do it in one hundred words!
I'm taking a week off from drabbles and then next week starting a new drabble series, which will be Bobby-centric. Why?
BOBBY SINGER FREAKING ROCKS!
Oh and guys, do me a favour. Anyone who's into it – tell me what you love best about Bobby. I'll do my best to incorporate it into the series.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR WONDERFUL FEEDBACK.
YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME!