#papabearsinger

//ok! the only thing left to do now is make a promo. other than that, the move is complete, there’s 301 posts in queue from the old blog. i’ll reply to the moved threads first, then see about new threads.

“And there was no cellphone reception anywhere?” He asks, arms crossed in front of his chest. He does his best to stare the other down, because he had been worried, damn it!” “If you do this again I will follow you on every one of your hunts!” 

w H Y TORTURE MY PRECIOUS SON LIKE THIS (i’m kidding briNG ON THE ANGST GUYS I LOVE IT)

Bobby Singer is the best. He’s hard to portray, I’ve played him before for various threads, and he’s pretty hard to work with. Because he’s a beautifully complex character. But this blog is A+++. I recommend you all follow this grumpy old man because he is spot on. Can’t not read their stuff in his voice. As soon as Sammy saw this blog he was like ‘this one is mine thanks.’ and wouldn’t let me not follow. Also, did I mention I’m super excited for the Mystic Gen. verse yet??? (p sure i have a million times but i won’t stop) Doctor Bobby is amazing I’m so excited. Like, i didn’t know I needed that until now but now that I know, I have to have it like... just... for a moment imagine Sam and Bobby as doctors working at the same hospital and Bobby still continuing to be all up in Sam’s life and bug him about things while Sam complains and groans but also is super grateful for having someone care about him that much. Anyways, I love this Bobby so much and we haven’t done much, but I’ve been stalking them for a while and I’m glad we have more chances to do things together within this verse. I wouldn’t mind doing about a billion things with them in main verse as well as this one. Can’t get enough Bobby in my life. He’s so great. Anyways, keep it up, friend. You’re awesome.  

But both responses were ‘could kill you, but is still a cinnamon roll’, and this makes me happy because it’s exactly my thoughts on the matter. xD}}

His father is furious and Gavin is honestly terrified, shaking under as he pushes himself under the bed. All he knows is this isn’t his home. This isn’t where he went to bed. Maybe the sounds of his father screaming were all in his head, maybe it was a nightmare. He cant tell the difference anymore, all he knows is there are heavy footsteps coming toward the door, and his heart is working overtime in his chest. Gavin puts a hand over his mouth to silence his hyperventilating. Panic filling his body again, he curls up in a ball, his entire body trembling. “Leave me alone.” He pleads, closing his eyes tightly.

               “...how drunk are you, Singer~?”

Sam rapped on the door with his knuckles, peering into the office to make sure the other man was alone. “Hey, you free? I got coffee so black it’ll make tar jealous.” he held up the carrier with the two large cups. “I’m not due in surgery for another hour.”