Bobby Singer~

//moving bobby to a side off my main. :3 same url, just new blog bc i’m on there most of the day and that way it’s fairer for bobby? and ye. 

//moving bobby to a side off my main. :3 same url, just new blog bc i’m on there most of the day and that way it’s fairer for bobby? and ye. 

//moving bobby to a side off my main. :3 same url, just new blog bc i’m on there most of the day and that way it’s fairer for bobby? and ye. 

Do you prefer baths or showers?

Write your lonely hearts ad.

Teeny tiny Dean Winchester, having spotted the mistletoe in the doorway, sneaks up to Bobby as he's sitting in his comfy chair, leans forward onto the tips of his toes and plants a kiss on his cheek. "Mistletoe, uncle Bobby~" [/rolls away snickering betchu didn't see that coming]

"Dada! Da!" The toddler came running in, almost falling because of his stubby little legs. He giggled, raising his arms up. "Da!"

Wed, bed, behead... three people.

What do you do to destress and relax?