"Boys?" Bobby was in shock.
He never thought he would see his boys again. After everything that happened, he was sure they were either dead, or halfway across the country. It wasn't like they could keep in touch.
The last time he had seen them was right after their daddy died. They were both a mess, even if they didn't want to admit it. He had tried to help them through it, but all that touchy-feely crap wasn't one of his strong suits.
Bobby had been on his own for a long time, but he hadn't really minded. He had always worked alone. But out of everyone, he had only wished he could see the Winchesters one more time. It seemed God had granted him at least this one miracle.
"It's real good to see you, Bobby," Sam was the first to put his gun away, and go to hug him. Bobby leaned his shotgun up against the wall and hugged the kid.
"It's damn good to see you two. I never thought..." He let his words hang in the air.
He let go of Sam, and turned to Dean, who he had never seen look so close to crying. But he didn't. Instead, he grinned. And hugged Bobby without saying anything.
When he let go, he finally said, "I can't believe we ran into you. What are the odds?"
"I have no idea. What have you boys been up to this whole time?" Bobby asked, looking over at Megan who looked more than confused.
"Bobby... I... I think I remember them talking about you." She wasn't lying. The boys had talked to her about their old life, and she remembered Bobby being a significant part of that. "I'm Megan. We, uh, we met a few months ago."
"Pleasure to meet you," Bobby smiled politely, and then turned back to the Winchesters.
They all sat down in "Bobby's" living room, and exchanged stories.
Bobby had initially stayed in Sioux Falls, but soon that became impossible. The whole town became overrun, and Bobby had tried to manage it. People fled- going to where they heard were safe-houses and quarantine zones.
There were no such things, of course, so Bobby stayed back.
But eventually it became too much for him to handle by himself, so he hit the road in his pick-up truck, filled with books and supplies.
Unfortunately, just as the three of them had found out, living on the road was difficult. He had a problem finding gas for his truck, and was forced to move from car to car, until he finally found this place.
"Welcome to the new Singer headquarters, boys." Bobby scoffed, less than enthusiastically. "It's not as nice as my old place, and I don't have nearly all my old books. I don't know how helpful they are anymore, anyway."
Dean frowned. "They might be really helpful, Bobby. We've come across our fair share of the supernatural."
Megan shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
Sam glanced over at her. "Actually, Bobby, we could use your help with something."
Bobby waited for an explanation, and after a bit of hesitation, said, "Well, spit it out, boy."
"It's me." Megan blurted out. All three men looked at her. "I need your help, I mean. To... figure out what I am."
Bobby stared at her. "Come again? What you are?"
Megan nodded. "I, uh... I don't think I'm human. I mean, i thought i was. But... i see things. And i kinda blew up a door."
"And she's immune." Dean added.
Bobby's eyes widened at that. "Immune to..." Dean nodded. "Well, now, that's something. I'll see what I can do."
"You two picked up a weird one," Bobby commented, searching through a pile of books. Sam and Megan were off searching for supplies in some of the other houses. Bobby had been through most of them nearby, but he never liked staying out for too long, alone.
Dean frowned. "She's not... well, yeah she's weird. But it's not her fault."
"I never said it was." Bobby searched Dean's face, and he could tell something was up. He had a look on his face that Bobby couldn't quite place. There was definitely something wrong with him, and not just the obvious.
"I don't know what kind of... thing she is. But she's good, Bobby. I swear. She's safe."
Bobby nodded, although he didn't entirely trust Dean's judgment. He could be too trusting when it came to people close to him. But he did like the girl. She seemed good-hearted. "You haven't hooked up with her yet, have you?"
Dean dropped the book he was holding. "What the hell, Bobby? No, of course not..." Bobby gave him a look, and dean sighed. "Alright, no. I tried, but... she wasn't interested. "
"She seemed interested." Bobby remembered how she was looking at him earlier.
There it was again. That look.
"Dean, be honest with me, boy. What's going on with you? And don't give me none of that It's the end of the world crap, because it's the end of the world for everyone. We're all gonna die sooner or later."
Dean clenched his jaw, not meeting Bobby's eyes. He spoke so quietly Bobby could barely hear him. "Some of us sooner than later, Bobby."
Bobby felt his heart skip a beat. "What does that mean?"
"I... I did something, Bobby. Something stupid."
Bobby sat down across from him at the table. "What the hell did you do, Dean."
Now Dean looked straight at him with tears in his eyes. "Don't be mad at me, Bobby. Please... just... don't be mad at me."
Bobby loosened his grip on the table when he realized his nails were digging crescent-shaped marks onto the wood.
"Sammy was dead, Bobby. It was the demon." Dean took a deep breath. He never thought he'd have to explain this to Bobby. Not to Bobby... "I couldn't just let him die..."
Realization hit Bobby like a wave. "Dean, did you... you didn't make a deal?"
Dean's silence was enough of an answer.
"God dammit, Dean." Bobby wanted to be mad at the kid. He wanted to scream and yell at him for what he did. He sacrificed his own life for his brothers. He gave up his own soul like it was worth nothing. Didn't he realize how important he was? How much he was worth?
He wanted to shout all these things at him- to make him understand. Instead, he settled for, "How long?"
Bobby nodded, remembering Dean's plea not to get mad. "Well... we're gonna fix this, Dean. I swear to you. We will."
"It's not that simple, Bobby... I-"
"I know it's not simple, boy. Nothing with the Winchesters are ever simple..." Bobby sighed. You would've thought he'd learned from his daddy's mistakes. "But that don't mean we can't try. I won't let you go to Hell, and neither will your brother, I'm sure."
Dean nodded, and was going to say something when Sam and Megan came back.
It was hard for Dean to tell Bobby about his deal. But it wasn't nearly as hard as it would to explain to him, or anyone, the secondpart of his deal. That, he would quite literally be taking to his grave.