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@halliwellauto liked for a lyrical starter; from my mess of a spotify be warned

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@hellsurvivr liked for a lyrical starter; from my mess of a spotify be warned

❝ turns out people lie. ❞

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@hellsurvivr liked for a starter from bobby singer

he was far too old for this shit. sitting back had never been his style, but his aching and creaky bones much preferred to be the fake fbi contact or researcher. things had been too crazy lately and he was there to help sam and dean in any way he could. that meant chasing any leads on information about stopping the breaking of all of the seals of hell... and payne seemed like the right person to consult on that subject. ❝ there's gotta be some way we can figure out more of these seals... or which ones are more attainable. seems like the bar was set pretty low if castiel says there's thousands of them an' only 66 need to be broken. ❞

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❝ har har. classic turnaround. congratulations on your elementary school boy intellect. ❞ the smile doesn't quite reach bobby's lips but there is a teasing glint in his eyes. in a similar fashion, he's reminded of their friendship before omaha -- and after he ran to japan after rufus helped save him from the demon inside of karen. those were some of the better years of his hunting career, even if their dynamic always played out close to a buddy cop movie. ❝ the salvage yard ain't got a lot layin' around these days for your car. what did'ja do? hit a wendigo with it? ❞

@bleakfated asked: Right now, I’m looking at a useless heap of rusted junk… and then there’s the car.

rufus turned around, acting as though he were looking intensely for something. "well, where is it?" he asked, continuing to look. "where's the mirror you were looking into? kinda rude to call yourself useless. you've got plenty of uses, bobby. rusted junk? that's more fitting." rufus let out a laugh at his own comeback, pleased with himself. even in his old age he could still clap back at bobby. it even felt like the old days; before everything in omaha had changed their relationship forever.

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❝ smiles aren't a reliable marker of sincerity. ❞ while he typically tried to be what other hunters needed of him, gaining his trust was no easy feat. even when someone had his trust, he would almost always slyly test them when they came for a visit or requested his help. it was a regular habit for many hunters, but it was a more commonplace paranoia for those that had been introduced to monsters through demons or at the very least had been royally screwed over by one since. he loved the winchester boys and would not change his relationship with them for anything, but it was no secret that they had been at the center of everything big and bad since azazel started to enact his plans and anyone close to them was by default often sucked into it right along with them. that was enough to drive his so-called caution into unmeasurable levels of paranoia. eyes narrowed as the book is held out to him, but the old grump took it and paged through a few pages of it with his rough fingers. it looked promising, desirable even after he had lost the majority of his books were destroyed by the leviathan. while he had retained copies of most of them, this appeared to have some lore in it that he had never read. ❝ an' what exactly am i tradin' this for? ❞

＂      YOU  MEAN  MY  MILLION  DOLLAR  SMILE  ISN’T  REASON  ENOUGH?      —      and  here  i  thought  that  could  get  me  outta  any  mess.      ＂          southern  american  accent  comes  so  𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢  to  him,    years  spent  perfecting  a  variety  of  disguises  and  he  opts  for  this  one  when  face  to  face  with  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝  that  is  robert  singer.      something  tells  him  it  may  raise  the  least  suspicion,    as  well  as  keep  his  identity  as  hidden  as  possible.      this  isn’t  just  an  everyday  player.      𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘪𝘴  𝘰𝘯𝘦  𝘰𝘧  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘵𝘰𝘱  𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴;      a  pivotal  key  in  locating  the  winchester  brothers,    as  well  as  one  of  their  fiercest  protectors.      the  more  distant  he  was  from  the  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕  anton,    the  better.          ＂      you’re  a  cautious  man.      i  respect  that.      it’s  always  good  to  be  prepared  in  our  line  of  work,    but  i  come  bearin’  gifts.      ＂          hand  lifts  an  old  occult  book.      some  one  of  a  kind,    not  another  like  it  edition,      and  it’s  bobby’s  for  the  taking,    holding  it  out  as  some  form  of  peace  offering.          ＂      everything  you  need  to  know  about  the  beasties  you’re  try’na  to  kill  is  in  here.      from  one  hunter  to  another,    i  thought  we  could  help  each  other.      ＂

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exhausted and feeling rather useless. it didn't make sense to have a contingency plan to break the literal devil out of imprisonment in the first place, but bobby had given up on the idea of a decent balance of good and evil in the world long ago. not in the sense that his suffering hadn't been fair, but that when the existence of angels was confirmed by finding castiel with dean he had recognized a pattern of apathy as it was unclear when god had last been in the picture. scanning through the last few pages of a book he was working on, he returned it to the pile of demon-centric books with a sigh and picked up another.

❝ castiel says the angels are tryin' to fight against this... they have seals they can break? ❞ maybe it wouldn't surprise him if castiel was lying about the angels intentions. while he was relieved the angel had saved dean from the dumb ass decision he'd made to sell his soul for sam, he still wasn't convinced that it was truly because dean was instrumental in stopping the apocalypse. logically, the apparent hoar of angels should have more power in stopping it, than a collection of even the best hunters. he had seen castiel's power for himself. ❝ even if they are lazy, how many of these things need to be done by demons? they've got their tactics to influence others to do their dirty work for 'em. ❞

          ❛   true.   ❜   words spat with distain. as she throws the latest book to the side and grabs another one. already knowing how strange it was, that she was a demon, abeit half, but was helping to stop the apocalypse. A SOLDIER WHO WASN'T FOLLOWING HER ORDERS. but she knew better than most, the havoc that would be caused if lucifer got free. not only would demons reign supreme. but her father and his brothers would be free. the knights of hell. the strongest soldiers in lucifer's army. free to reign supreme.

          ❛   the thing is, there are different ones. depending on who is causing the apocalypse. some just for angels, and some just for demons.   ❜   she starts. as hazel hues lift and drag to the aged hunter. one who bore the tiredness of someone who wasn't used to being a part from the fight. or one too keen on worrying. she felt for him. she truly did.    (   and knew he was a key player in this war   )    which is why she wanted to help, even if it would get her killed by the demons. in their twisted belief she'd betrayed her heritage.    ❛   and well demons are lazy. so they're not gonna go for the complicated ones!   ❜    a snort of irony drifts off her lips   ━   as one would never think, that those so destructive, would be lazy. but they were.

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his brain is barely registering that she's passed the first test before she's confessing. good to know, though he's still going to have her hold onto some silver -- just in case. ❝ hope you feel it out under normal circumstances before you admit to that. some hunters are more bloodthirsty than a vampire that's not fed in weeks. ❞ they saw anyone non-human as a threat that needed to be exterminated.

he's further surprised by the name drop of her father. ❝ good man. haven't heard from him in a while. this thing you need help with, is it urgent? or do ya have a second to tell me over coffee. ❞ a freshly brewed pot is waiting in the kitchen. he usually draining at least a pot a day himself, but today's already dragging on and it's barely eleven.

she followed him inside, easily passing through the doorway and unknowingly his first test. "i should mention that i'm a witch. i know there's a level of distrust with that, so i figure it's probably best to just get it out of the way." a statement given without much emotion, as though she'd grown use to her reality. "name is liv rooney. my dad is pete rooney, he's the one who said i could trust you."

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❝ sounds like you're already a few steps up from a lot of the ideas i've heard, then. -- as for rugarus... think wendigo, but more suburban dad that goes nuts after givin' in to a desire to taste raw meat. ❞

" right. definitely not getting anyone killed. and there are no flamethrowers involved, i swear. " pause. he doesn't mean to lose the plot so fast, but here he goes : " do i want to know what a rugaru is? "

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maybe castiel had a point about that. bobby had spent decades with indifference after karen. he had always had at least a friendly connection tethering him to an overall desire to keep pushing on, though. apart from those few months he'd hunted on his own in japan before returning to the states to join rufus on the road. trying to give sam and dean some stability in their childhoods, however, that was what reminded him of the good parts of love.

❝ god didn't care about carin' back then did he? he needed the angels to be his soldiers. ❞ a second large book was heaved out of the chest as bobby settled back at the table, his eyes scanning the text instead of lingering on thinking too much about god. if the guy was out there, bobby damn sure didn't like him. ❝ you're breakin the mold, you know? think you're walkin' proof that the capacity to care is in there. otherwise you wouldn't be here helpin' me and thinkin' about more about indifference.❞

                            HE THINKS THIS IS SARCASM. Bobby Singer doesn't seem too interested in whether sperm whales have internet access or not, or that they don't need gills because a special protein helps them bind enough oxygen to last for 90-minute-dives or longer. It takes all in him to not share this little tidbit, though, because Castiel thinks it's a very interesting feature, much more interesting than humanity's boring mouth-breathing.

                             "I'm sure it's still better than — indifference." He watches Bobby for a brief moment, sees the way dust dances in the beams of sun that shine through the dirty windows and illuminate the dark content of his book chest. Then he turns to walk over to one of the windows, looking outside. Dozens of banged-up cars everywhere. "Angels don't care about anything. They claim to love humanity, but they only do so because He told us to. It was not our own choice."

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he has always appreciated sam's curosity. he was inquisitive in a way unlike bobby had ever seen and always eager to learn. back when he was younger, it had been a lot easier to get the younger winchester pulled back from the beeline for being a hunter that john had further ingrained in his older brother. and bobby had been happy to give him those happier and more normal moments. his vast book collection had been expanded on a few times for sam's sake. historical books, textbooks for when school had lapsed, even a philosophy book or two. bobby had wanted his place to be an escape where the boys felt comfortable developing their own interests.

he liked to hear him laugh too. those would always be his favorite moments, when he saw any fraction of happiness shining in sam's eyes. rare, especially given how much everything had ramped up since he had gotten pulled back into the hunting world. that was something to grieve... sam losing his grip on the kind of life he had wanted for himself. ❝ good idea there. hell, i've been on this job for decades and still ain't got a clue what to tell a guy chasin' his tail in nebraska. ❞

there were too many types of monsters here on earth and plenty that liked to remain hidden for decades or even centuries before rearing their heads again. bobby wasn't even sure he wanted to imagine what kinds of things might be running amuck outside of the little blip earth was discovered to be in the grand scheme of things. ❝ think evil's likely universal. there's gotta be life a hell of a lot more intelligent than us. like to believe that breeds a chance for something more civilized, but it's also a lot more brain power for the conniving sort. tell you what, if star trek got any of their alien acid trip designs right, i don't want any part of it. ❞

sam's been sharpening some of the knives that dean left. couple belong to him. the bulk of them belong to them. to the trunk of the impala where their arsenal is kept for any case that might deem whatever necessary. that was about thirty minutes ago. right now? he's pulled some random book off bobby's shelf and started thumbing through it. there was a section about the universe. flying saucers. theories that looked like they were dated from the 50's when space was all the rage and everyone had theories about little, green men or what might be lurking up in the moon and beyond that. sort of an interesting read. humorous at times.

the quiet that's laid between the elder hunter and sam was comfortable. nothing that he felt like he HAD to break up. throw a wrench in. for one of their mind's sakes or anything. but.. here's the thing? talking to bobby about this stuff is one of his favorite passtimes. there's always a theory or two of bobby's that is as entertaining in wording as the pages of this book are. actually? bobby's even better. and it's comforting. in such a way sam could never put into words. to have someone he looks up to this much. to have someone familiar that treats him..like family. like a son.

sam's pitch doesn't land on deaf ears. there's a light amusement dancing in the younger winchester brother's eyes as bobby looks over and gives him his two cents. his follow up question brings a laugh from sam. one that's not forced or fake or anything but--genuine. "uhhh. nah. i think i'll stick to earthbound issues before i start looking at outer space for problems to solve. think we're busy enough here." he lifts the book up, flashing the cover to show it off. "just got me thinking. wonder if whatever's up there's ended up having monsters to chase? their own kind. think there's alien versions of hunters on those planets?" lips purse in thought. "wonder what that'd look like.."

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eyebrows raise and mouth slightly agape briefly as he turns to face dean as he's cracking open his beer. but -- given the circumstances -- castiel's gone, they're stuck in a blackout, and facing an army of monsters that hadn't been topside since before humans were even a thing -- he will let it slide this time. but not without a half-hearted sour comment as he slides the beer over to dean. ❝ rockstar treatment stops there, bonham. you'll have to walk your ass over to get the next one. ❞ without another word, bobby has one of the rusted candle holders in his hand to light up the small kitchen as he paws through the drawers for the aforementioned (potentially existing) can of chili.

as he does, he mulls over the position they are currently in. as far as bobby's lore books had proven so far there wasn't much information about the damn things recorded. without an angel on their shoulder, bobby knew none of them were about to trust another one, not after the one they had put their faith in was the very reason they were in this situation in the first place... there really only seemed to be one other option since god was still mia and a real dick to boot considering all of the suffering he assumedly sat back and watched kick off. projecting the voice through the small cabin with his back turned to dean, he hopes the elder winchester is listening instead of mentally checking out for a bit. ❝ i have an idea, but i know you're going to hate it. ❞ at the very least, he finally found the can of chili and a can of spam that probably expired in the eighties.

oh great, that's the last thing they need.

he's been staring at the same page of this book for the last half hour, trying to piece together any tiny scrap of information that might be able to help them out, only to realise that the book is in goddamn latin, and his eyes had been tricking him into thinking that they were words that he actually understood. with an annoyed grunt, he pushes the book away from him, only a little disappointed when it doesn't careen over the edge of the table and clatter to the floor. though he supposes that all he would accomplish then would be to annoy bobby by ruining one of his fancy, old books.

at the mention of food, dean's stomach grumbles at him impatiently, reminding him that he hasn't eaten for a good few hours. maybe since the morning, even. he can't remember exactly, but it's definitely been longer than he'd like. ‘ i could eat. ’ he reaches for his own beer and his irritation only grows when he takes a sip to find that it's now room temperature. if one more mildly annoying things happens, he might just go ahead and lose it, and then where would they be? ‘ could do with another beer too, if you're offerin'. ’ the offer hadn't been there, but that doesn't mean that dean isn't going to extend it to himself anyway.

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there's no have to when it comes to dogsitting daisy. her company is always welcome, especially when he really doesn't have a lot going on. this other part of the conversation, however, is quick to get under his skin. he's seen the worst of hunters over his long career and he's sure with the state of things it's only worse out there instead of better. losing touch with one's humanity is pretty easy when the worst of the worst is seemingly ever present. ❝ just promise me you'll keep an eye on them. most hunters you shouldn't bring yourself to fully trust. ❞ partially, this is his paranoia talking. he's always been willing to lend a helping hand to others, but he likely couldn't fill all of his fingers with the name of a hunter that he would trust with his life. less so to trust with aiden's. ❝ anyone starts giving you a bad feeling, me or one of the boys are a phone call away to set them straight. ❞

"That is a fair trade. Though I honestly can't control what you feed her when you have to dogsit." There are some places she was not comfortable taking Daisy to especially when it came to hunts. She knew that Daisy was well loved and taken care of when she was with her dad. So she wasn't going to complain if she got spoiled every now and then. She went back to cooking food before letting out a chuckle at his words. "At first, they were a bit unsure of me. I think because of my name, they were expecting a man. Women as hunters is not exactly a normal thing. But when they found out I was your daughter, they changed their tune pretty quickly." Though that took some convincing as well considering she did not carry the Singer name. She kept her mom's maiden name to honor her memory. "You know I would have called you if there was a problem. You or the Winchesters."

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no doubt the certain winchester inhaled any pie within sight. even three day old mcdonald's pies that bobby didn't get around to eating after a trip through the drive through when he felt particularly ravenous. ❝ i won't make her her own plate every time she visits, but that's the best i can promise. ❞ a wink in daisy's direction. he's been helping the winchesters a lot lately, on top of the other hunters that are always calling for help even for him to be their totally legitimate fbi boss with his multitude of phones. it'll be nice to sit here and keep aiden company while she cooks for a while. he tries not to tense up when she mentions the hunters, but he can't help it. he knows how they are and she's his daughter, those fatherly instincts kick in, even though he knows aiden can handle herself. ❝ those rookie hunters behave themselves? i'm sure you vetted them, but you gotta keep one eye open when you let any of them in. ❞

"I know you're not. that's why I make sure that when I'm away you have some pies to snack on. Even if I make sure that some are hidden from a certain Winchester." She laughed as she started to prepare the stove to start cooking. Aiden was doing her best to return the favor on how much time and attention he put into raising her. He was the best adopted father in her life after all. "you don't need to apologize for it, Dad. But you can't always give her scraps either." She heard Daisy whimper in protest before she went to pet her furry companion. "I'm sorry, girl. You deserve some treats and food too." She smiled at her dad before going back to the stove. "thanks. The guys at work say I work too much. If I'm not working, I'm helping people that come by the shop. Had some rookie hunters visit me to check out the library a few days ago. they stayed with me a couple of nights before leaving again."

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❝ i'm definitely not worried about watchin' my figure most of the time. ❞ his diet could be better, but it could also be a lot worse, considering. not to mention, since he and the sheriff came to an understanding, she seemed to have some kind of fascination with dropping him off food from time to time too. but bobby allowed it. it was probably hard to adjust to cooking for one. ❝ daisy deserves it, i won't apologize for that. ❞ though, his tendency to slip her scraps was more than apparent by how close she sat to him at the table while they were eating. ❝ i'm glad to hear it. you deserve to have a break every so often. ❞

"You know I like cooking for you, Dad. I want to make sure you're eating right. I know how busy you can get." she had learned how to cook from cookbooks and cooking shows. A faint memory she had of her mother cooking was what motivated her to learn. "yes, probably so. I know how much you love to spoil her. that's why she goes to you and not me." she couldn't help but chuckle as she went to the kitchen to start prepping for food. "Luckily I have my best manager taking care of my shop while I took the day off. Putting all nighters for restoration work is starting to take its toll on me."

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❝ your cookin' is never expected, but always appreciated. ❞ bobby had learned to cook some things in his years of raising kids that weren't his blood. but mediocre bare minimum man cooking was far surpassed by aiden's. ❝ might better so i'm not slipping about as much under the table to her. ❞ less vet approved and reinforcing the innate interest of food that led to table scrap begging. he'd always liked dogs. missed rumsfeld like hell and loved daisy like his own.

"I forget how much he loves pie. I always try to make sure there's a few in the fridge so they don't steal the one I make for you." Which she didn't mind. She loved cooking for Bobby and the Winchesters. She laughed at the memory. "Good. I wouldn't want her to make a mess like last time. Though we might want to make her a dog friendly burger for dinner. Just so she doesn't beg for our food. You know how she is with her begging." Daisy was spoiled rotten, which Aiden didn't mind.