Bobby Singer

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Dean watched as the cut bled but didn’t burn, giving Bobby a small satisfied nod. He honestly didn’t think that he was a shifter - no, this really seemed like the real Bobby to him - but it was still nice to see some confirmation. After all, unlikely as it might be, the possibility that he was a shifter was still real.

Going through the motions like this was something that wasn't new to Bobby at all. He'd tested himself thoroughly to make sure that he wasn't anything supernatural but his tests had come out as negative. It was really him and he was really back from the dead, for whatever reason. But that was something that he was going to worry about later, because right now, all he could be concerned with was making sure that Dean knew that he wasn't a demon or anything else.

"If yer here, it ain't fer no reason." Bobby responded, trying his best not to act flippant. The last thing that he wanted was getting his neck snapped again. "Whaddya want?"

Bobby chuckled softly at the note of sarcasm in the girl's voice, not responding to the jab. He figured that he would get more of those responses if this kept up but still that didn't make him hurry what he was doing. He kept it up, reaching for the beer when it was set down in front of him. "Thank ya kindly." He said, holding up the bottle in silent toast before taking a swig. "Ain't gonna be much longer. How 'bout ya start tellin' me what ya want?"

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“My name’s Bobby, honey. Who’re ya?”

“What’s wrong? ya hurt or somethin’?” Bobby gave the younger Winchester a concerned look, letting his sweep up and down in search for any possible injuries. 

“Ya tell me, kid.” Bobby responded, crossing his own arms over his chest. “Who’re ya?”

"Sam said to call you in an emergency. This is an emergency."

Odds were, if he knew Bobby well, that the older hunter had already been through this same drill himself, wanting to make sure that he was human. It was rather unlikely that he wouldn’t have noticed it, but one could never be too careful. What if a demon was laying dormant and letting him take the wheel for a while? It could happen.

Honestly, Bobby couldn't blame Dean for wanting to test him. He understood how shocking something like this had to be for Dean and so he didn't resist when Dean cut him with the silver knife. "Yeah." He hissed at the cut, watching the red blood bubbling up and reaching into his pocket to pull out a rag to press against the wound after making sure that Dean had seen it. "Ya got holy water, son?"