Indie semi-selective RP blog for Bobby Singer: mechanic, town drunk, paranoid bastard, hunter, and surrogate father to Sam and Dean Winchester. Face claim: Jim Beaver. Mun and muse are both of age. Time zone: Mun lives in UK so will be running on GMT/GMT+1 (British Summer Time). Please read the RP Rules & Info page if you want to interact!
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You know what I think its grossly under-rated in fandom? Second loves.
What it's like to love and lose and then love again. To suffer through either the death of a loved one or the death of a love you used to share. To know that loss, to know that hurt, and to still make yourself vulnerable to someone again. To love scared, to love wounded, to love anyway.
#bobby found more than one#everyone knows about karen of course#but there was Ellen too#and Jody#and I have a headcanon that he had someone before Karen#that one was never intended to last but he still thinks of her sometimes#feel free to ask and I will tell you#of my Bobby's first love
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With the kids all being a bit older, Father's Day could be a little more planned out affair this year. It took a bit of doing, but between her and the boys, the phones were covered for the day and plans were put in motion. A spot was cleared out by the lake and chairs set up along with a grill that Dean was all too happy to man. Sam was in charge of the AV set up, something that Dean had found endlessly entertaining. That left Faith in charge of the kids - Mostly of keeping them quiet so they wouldn't ruin the surprise. Hazel helped keep an overly excited Rowan from spilling the beans, while Lily gave Faith a hand "cooking". (Adding finishing touches to store bought side dishes and cupcakes.) Once at the lake, the kids were set loose and the adults cracked open a beer. They had "Easier Rider" and Bo Derek's "10" ready to project onto a sheet suspended between two trees for entertainment (and a spread out sleeping bag with an iPod all queued up with endless Bluey for the kids),
There were little homemade gifts for Grandpa, Sam and Dean, along with a little something extra for Dean later from Faith. As for Bobby, Faith made him his very own mixed tape of with songs from Joanie Mitchell, Kenny Rodgers, Patsy Cline and all the others she remembered him playing on the old record player growing up. Happy Father's Day to Bobby, Sam and Dean!!!
//I have no words. There's too much joy!
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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
🧑🤝🧑🧑🤝🧑how do they feel about having multiple partners at once? have they ever done it? 🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it? 💸have they ever or would they ever accept money or gifts in exchange for sex? 🍆how do they feel about toys? do they have any? what’s their favorite? do they use them with partners? 🌙do they need an emotional connection or are one-night-stands an option? 🫂how do they feel about friends with benefits? 🍒how old were they when they lost their virginity? to whom? was it significant? 🏳️🌈what’s their sexual orientation? have they ever experimented outside of that [for more binary orientations such as heterosexual/homosexual]? 👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more? ↕️are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch? 🛏️what’s their favorite position? 🔢what’s their body count? 🕒what’s the longest time they went without engaging in sexual activity with a partner? [masturbation doesn’t count] 👀how do they feel about voyeurism? exhibitionism? 🏬would they have sex in public? if so, how public is too public? 🤪what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual? ❤️🔥what’s their most erogenous zone? 💋do they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward? 💦what’s their immediate post-orgasm reaction? 🫶what does after care look like for them?
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What is Your Underlying Motif
Your Result:
the dog
whether it’s the way you bare your teeth when backed in a corner, your loyalty, or your tendency to act on instinct, your reoccurring theme is the dog. like mitski said “i get mean when im nervous, like a bad dog” or how halsey said “i won’t smile but i’ll show you my teeth” even when migos said “dance with my dogs in the night time” the essence of the dog runs through you. you’re tough and a quick draw on the outside, but if we got down to it we’d see you’re acting the only way you’ve ever known how. it doesn’t make you bad, survival is natural, your loyalty and determination is commendable. i don’t blame you for the way you act when your back is against a wall, but please remember to not bite the hand that feeds.
tagged by: @faiththesinfulslayer
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I’m a sucker for characters who see troubled kids in dangerous situations and basically go “they need parents, guess that’s me now”
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righteousmandownunder
Dean whined a little at Bobby’s comment, letting out a sharp huff of air through his nose since his mouth was preoccupied with his fingers. When he felt himself get picked up, Dean flopped his head onto Bobby’s shoulder, still staring at the door.
Dean had adopted separation anxiety towards his father since his mother died. Whenever John left Sam and Dean with Pastor Jim or Bobby, for the first day or two, Dean would just stare at the door and he’d have crying fits. Luckily, he wasn’t at the crying part yet.
“You’re gonna be fine, champ,” Bobby said gently, coming back over to the sofa and sitting down. “You ain’t gonna cry an’ wake Sammy up, are ya?” He motioned to the sleeping baby.
“Went to see Pastor Jim, huh? Had a good time then, lookin’ at you.” Bobby tousled Dean’s hair and set him back down as John clumped up onto the porch. “I got the stuff you asked for in the study.”
“Thanks.” John followed him through, setting Sam’s seat down gently. The baby boy was fast asleep and looked set to stay that way for a good while. “They’ve both eaten,” he added, putting down the duffle of clothes and toys by the desk.
Bobby nodded slightly, readjusting the oil-smeared cap and scooping up the notes. “Just - keep in touch.”
“Will do. Be good for Bobby, Dean, and look after Sammy.” John smoothed his older son’s hair briefly. “See you soon, bud.”
With that he was gone, and Bobby let out a wry huff. “Guess it’s just us again, huh?”
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“Then I guess we better start by tryin’ to track him down. Maybe he’ll answer me, if he won’t answer you.”
Bobby reached for his phone and began looking up Sam’s numbers. It was worth a shot at the very least.
“Mmhm. You couldn’ta called me back? Not once? I tried to call you, Dean.”
Bobbly slumped back with a heavy sigh, resisting the urge to reach for the whisky. “An’ no matter how you’ve fought before, ain’t never taken this long for him to show back up. You’re grown-ass men now, not squabblin’ kids or teenagers. What was this stupid fight about? ‘Cause if you can’t even recall, then that’s even stupider.”
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It was heartbreaking to see the kid stare off after his dad like that, but there wasn’t much Bobby could do other than give him a little squeeze on the shoulder. He didn’t know jack about parenting himself, other than what not to do, but he could at least try his best for a man who’d just lost the centre of his world.
“Hey, you’re a big boy now, don’t go stompin’ around an’ wakin’ Sam up,” he said, picking Dean up again. “Your daddy’ll be back as quick as he can. Wanna watch TV or get your toys out?”
“Went to see Pastor Jim, huh? Had a good time then, lookin’ at you.” Bobby tousled Dean’s hair and set him back down as John clumped up onto the porch. “I got the stuff you asked for in the study.”
“Thanks.” John followed him through, setting Sam’s seat down gently. The baby boy was fast asleep and looked set to stay that way for a good while. “They’ve both eaten,” he added, putting down the duffle of clothes and toys by the desk.
Bobby nodded slightly, readjusting the oil-smeared cap and scooping up the notes. “Just - keep in touch.”
“Will do. Be good for Bobby, Dean, and look after Sammy.” John smoothed his older son’s hair briefly. “See you soon, bud.”
With that he was gone, and Bobby let out a wry huff. “Guess it’s just us again, huh?”
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“Went to see Pastor Jim, huh? Had a good time then, lookin’ at you.” Bobby tousled Dean’s hair and set him back down as John clumped up onto the porch. “I got the stuff you asked for in the study.”
“Thanks.” John followed him through, setting Sam’s seat down gently. The baby boy was fast asleep and looked set to stay that way for a good while. “They’ve both eaten,” he added, putting down the duffle of clothes and toys by the desk.
Bobby nodded slightly, readjusting the oil-smeared cap and scooping up the notes. “Just - keep in touch.”
“Will do. Be good for Bobby, Dean, and look after Sammy.” John smoothed his older son’s hair briefly. “See you soon, bud.”
With that he was gone, and Bobby let out a wry huff. “Guess it’s just us again, huh?”
@noditchablepromdate x
Since his mother died a month ago, Dean had suddenly fallen mute, only talking when he wanted to. When he did communicate, though, it was through pictures or he would use his hands to make shapes.
When Bobby asked if he went anywhere exciting, Dean thought for a moment when his small hands gripping Bobby's shirt. Dean suddenly grinned and put his hands together to make a shape like a steeple for a church, indicating that they went to go see Pastor Jim for a few days. Dean always liked to play out in the back garden with the other kids under the supervision of Pastor Jim himself of course.
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"Uncle Bobby!" //have a 4 year old Dean because I need fluff
"Hey, champ!" It's only his - third? - time watching the boys for John, who's currently dealing with the kind of grief Bobby knows all too well in not-too-healthy ways.
Still, after that first couple of days (where Dean had managed to break his arm just a couple of weeks before they showed up, and barely trusted Bobby to be in the same room as Sam), they'd taken to each other famously. Even with the addition of a baby under a year old - not Bobby's area of expertise - they settled in easily whenever they showed up.
"You been anywhere excitin' since last time?" he added, scooping the little boy up as John followed with Sam in his baby seat.
#righteousmandownunder#dean: my favourite idjit#//I have several headcanons about Bobby's early days with the boys#hope that's ok
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“Mmhm. You couldn’ta called me back? Not once? I tried to call you, Dean.”
Bobbly slumped back with a heavy sigh, resisting the urge to reach for the whisky. “An’ no matter how you’ve fought before, ain’t never taken this long for him to show back up. You’re grown-ass men now, not squabblin’ kids or teenagers. What was this stupid fight about? ‘Cause if you can’t even recall, then that’s even stupider.”
Once they pulled up and headed inside, Bobby tok a minute to put his revolver away and put some coffee on before sinking into an armchair and fixing Dean with a steady eye. “Okay. You disappear for how long an’ not a damn word, an’ then show up to tell me Sam went AWOL? What the hell’s been goin’ on, Dean?” His voice was firm, but missing the bite of the immediate anger and shock.
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faiththesinfulslayer:
Turning a warm smile and bright eyes up to her father, Faith found herself appreciating the way he tried to protect her from the chill beginning to creep into the air. Faith knew a lot of kids her age would be outrageously embarrassed or annoyed at such a display, but being swallowed up by her father made her feel safe.
Not that she didn’t appreciate her freedom; it’s not like she wasn’t a total psychopath!
“I’ll make sure to close up everything good and tight when I’m done,” Faith promises, disengaging from her dad while casting a suspicious eye towards the sky again before hurrying off towards the large garage where he father worked out of when he had legitimate work.
She’s about halfway through the oil change, chest deep underneath the old pick-up with her hands and cheek smudged with old, black oil when the first heavy gust of wind struck with enough gusto to rattle the doors. Faith slides out from underneath the vehicle, glancing at the lights to see them already flickering. “Shit,” she murmurs to herself, already digging her mobile from her pocket to text her dad.
[Text: Dad] I’ve got about 10 -15 more minutes and then I’ll be in
The phone slides back into place with a snap and Faith as she rubs at her arms, deciding against firing up the space heater for such a small period of time. It was kind of early in the season for a big storm, but then again, she wasn’t exactly predicting weather on the evening news was she? Faith reasoned to herself before picking up a clean-ish shop rag to get back to work before her dad can worry too much.
@noditchablepromdate
“Thatta girl. “Bobby knew full well that he could trust her to look after the workspace as well as he could himself, and smiled slightly as she raced off to prove how good she was at the job. Leaving her to it, he went off to fetch more wood for the fire and make sure they were properly prepped for the incoming bad weather.
He was just getting to work on the house when the first gusts struck, and the lights flickered. A moment later, after a brief check to reassure himself it was just the weather, he went rummaging for the big old heavy flashlight.Although he was sure she would protest furiously at the idea she needed to be walked back from the garage, it was gonna get much darker real quick.
When his phone went off, he chuckled at the message and went back to finding the flashlight. He’d go meet her.
Accordingly, after making sure the batteries were fine, he wandered across the much darker yard and poked his head in the garage door. “Wasn’t sure if we’d left the flashlight in here,” he said. “You about done, sugar?”
“They love me, they love me not, they love me …”
“Do I even wanna know what you’re doin’ to that poor flower?” Bobby remarked, amused, on coming across the scene.
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Once they pulled up and headed inside, Bobby tok a minute to put his revolver away and put some coffee on before sinking into an armchair and fixing Dean with a steady eye. “Okay. You disappear for how long an’ not a damn word, an’ then show up to tell me Sam went AWOL? What the hell’s been goin’ on, Dean?” His voice was firm, but missing the bite of the immediate anger and shock.
With a sigh, Bobby tramped back to the truck, shouldering his shotgun. He hated getting strict with Dean, always had, but he’d had to make sure the kid knew where the boundaries were. He encouraged the boys to be kids, but... given how John’s mix of free-range parenting combined with absolute discipline worked, giving them a balance came with some tough rules. Kids needed boundaries to push against. It let them know where the safe space was.
And now Sam had disappeared completely? Yeah, this wasn’t fine.
“Don’t call me sir,” he added belatedly over his shoulder. “I ain’t your father, Dean, an’ I sure as hell never served in the military.”
Beyond that, there wasn’t much of a conversation as he drove them back to the salvage yard.
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