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Going on Hiatus

[[Real life stuff is kicking me in the butt really suddenly and I don't have enough time for all the various RP accounts I have so I'll be putting many (including this one) on temporary hiatus. I'll be back once I get my life sorted and I will reply to everything in my drafts then. Sorry for any inconvenience or anything.

You all take care now.]]

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[And now I'm going to lie down and try to get un-sick. I've drafted everything I owe so I'll get to all you wonderful folks later.]

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"Mind tellin' me what's goin' on here?" he asked, looking around. "I've been away for a while and I come back to this?" He said 'away' but he meant 'dead'. Not that he was going to say that aloud, of course.

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He can talk… Not a zombie. “You been bitten or whatever zombies do?” He asked still aiming at him.

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"Do you enjoy bein' infuriatin' or is it all unintentional?"

“I know you think you’re real funny. Can you just do me a favour and never bring it up again?”

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Bobby shook his head. "Don't think so. I'm just passin' through here," he said, then paused. "What's the gun for, if you don't mind me askin'?"

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“Hello.” said Hansel as he was oiling up a gun. “Can I help you with something?” he asked.

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Bobby looked up as he noticed the man. "Bow tie? Really?" he asked, then added, "Somethin' I can do for you or are you just passin' through?"

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He slowly reached for his pistol, shaking his head. "I ain't been bitten by no zombie either. You gonna put that gun down?"

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He looked the other over, seeing if he was bitten or anything. Finally he took his sunglasses off and threw them in his Caddie. He then took out his  sawed off aiming it at the other. Not saying a word.

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"Then I'll take that if you've got one. Otherwise just give me whatever you do have."

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“Just a beer or… whatever you’ve got around.”

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He blinked. "Hello, uh, Baby."

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“Hello, I’m Baby.”

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He nodded and let out a sigh. "All right. I guess I do."

She nodded and retrieved a beer from the fridge handing it to him. “There ya go. Dinner should be ready in about an hour. TV’s in the living room. Bathroom is down the hall, 2nd door on your left.”

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"Can you tell me what that was at least?" Bobby asked, the anger on his face replaced with something more like sadness.

“Just like I told Dean.” His smile was wide. “They may call me the Prince of Lies, but I never lie. Sam was always going to say yes to me.”

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He nodded. "Right. I guess that makes sense. Why'd you want nothing to do with the Apocalypse, though? All your fellow angels seemed almost excited for it."

He shook his head. “I don’t think so,” he said, then narrowed his eyes. “Hope you don’t take this personally, but I don’t usually like angels. Nothin’ but trouble.”

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He took a deep breath and shook his head, eyes on the floor for the time being. “I didn’t go anywhere. Dodged the Reaper, remember?” he asked, and there was a tired look on his face as he remembered it, or rather, didn’t. Because there was nothing to remember. It was as if he’d simply stopped existing. When he was returned to life, he sensed that time had passed but he didn’t know just how much until he’d checked the date.

 He laughed, humourlessly, and looked up at Dean. “Listen to me, boy. When it’s your time... Just go.” He didn’t say any more, just shook his head as if to clear it. “But... damn, it’s good to be back. Good to see you again.”

He's Not My Father (he's my dad) | [Dean/Bobby]

He could have demanded that Bobby slash himself with silver, splash himself with holy water, do some other crazy hunter trick that any monster worth their mettle would have figured out some way to get past it. Afterall, they were getting smarter now and trying to blend in. Yet, truth be told, he didn’t as Bobby to do that because if the man wasn’t really Bobby and instead was something walking around and looking like him, Dean didn’t want to know. He wanted a moment where he’d be able to hold onto the man and tell him everything that had been going on while he was going on, all of the chaos of the world and how he no longer had a place within it. He could say all that, but instead, he just held onto him. 

“I know you aren’t,” he said finally. There was something to be said about the way that Dean was. He was a bit quieter, but far more guarded. He was careful and watchful and approached the world like one of the African wild predators gradually infringing on the world of man. “Damn it, Bobby,” he said, when the man held onto him. John never reached out to hug him like Bobby was doing then, there was no comfort and certainly he had never been given much of an apology. “Tell me you went to Heaven,” he said, stepping back finally to look at the man. “If anyone in this damn planet deserves it, it’s you so — you got your own personal slice? Fifty virgins or whatever you wanted?” he asked, not wanting to ask about Bobby’s wife. 

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He nodded. "Yeah... I did."

“Sorry,” he said, holding out a hand. “Bobby Singer.”

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Bobby put his hands up. "I ain't here to cause trouble," he said, calm as anything. He wasn't exactly happy with the sudden gun to the face but he was armed as well and decided to try reasoning with this guy first and foremost. He wasn't exactly eager to be shot.

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He looked the other over, seeing if he was bitten or anything. Finally he took his sunglasses off and threw them in his Caddie. He then took out his  sawed off aiming it at the other. Not saying a word.

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"I know you think you're real funny. Can you just do me a favour and never bring it up again?"

Bobby just rolled his eyes. “I’d hoped everyone would have forgotten about that.”

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He looked around. "Suspicious?" he asked, wondering what could be suspicious in that area. He hadn't noticed anything. Though he also hadn't been looking.

“Hello there,” Sabrina replied, taking Bobby’s hand and gently shaking it.