#gcddamnprcblem

Bobby eyed the young girl fondly. “If there was one person I’d want to keep me covered while I was dealin’ with all the crap in the attic, it’s you,” he said with a chuckle, ruffling Lucia’s hair before he headed up the ladder.

       “ i miss eating pineapple. ” what a RANDOM thought to possess. but then, he supposes, he’s had over four years now, he’s allowed to possess random thoughts now and then. “ did you know pineapple actually BITES you back? it’s scientific. look it up, if you want. ” he’s FLOATING, now, feet aren’t anywhere near the ground as he maneuvers around her. he isn’t even sure if she HEARD him --- sometimes it was hard for him to make his presence known and it SUCKED. stupid energy.

“You really wanna take back kickin’ my ass?”

“You hunters are all the same. Itchy trigger fingers, the lot of you.” He stood up, brushing the dust off his jacket. Alright, so it was his own damn fault for startling them, but that didn’t stop Micah from being annoyed at the inconvenience of being knocked onto his ass, “But please, go ahead shoot me, if you are so inclined.” { @gcddamnprcblem }

The beam landed on a familiar face, whose owner was secured tightly to a chair and gagged with duct tape. Bobby froze, checking the room cautiously, before hurrying in and kneeling beside her. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said gently, easing the gag away from Hana’s mouth. “Shhh... it’s okay. I’m here, I’ve got you. Just let me...” He began sawing at the tape hastily with his pocket knife.

"Wait, what are you about to do?!”

[text]: Hana are you sure you checked all the salt lines were down in the motel room?

“What -” The high-pitched shriek was audible right through the house as Dean, clad only in a thin t-shirt and jeans, was thoroughly drenched with ice-cold water.