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“A cure?” A brief glance up at her as he finally put the knife down, his trust in Jody knowing no bounds. He trusted her with his life, with his heart even. The tone made him get up and bow his head slightly like a dog caught eating something he shouldn’t have, heading over to the bed which he now realized was a queen. During any other circumstance, he would have blushed.
“Shouldn’t you…tie me down or something?”
“What? No, I’m not gonna tie you up. I won’t be long, just… try and stay there. I mean, I’m sure every girl dreamt of meeting a vampire at least once in their life, but not like that.” She smiled a little, but tension was written all over her face. What if Bobby didn’t make it? Dean made it clear the cure might kill him, that it killed most people. Dean survived, though.
She grabbed her phone and opened up the instructions they sent her, mixing all the ingredients she picked up on the way together to mix it all into some… slimy.. black.. goo.. whatever. She felt sick just looking at it, but held out the glass. “Go on. The boys said you were gonna throw up lots, maybe you wanna go and stay in the bathroom.”
Bobby sighed softly and took the glass before standing up. The stuff looked just as bad as it smelled, which was dreadful. “If...something goes wrong Jody..I want you to know I love ya.” It felt bitter admitting that to her, but he almost died the first time he was turned, how was he to know that he wouldn’t die for real on the way back?
He tried to manage a smile at her before heading to the bathroom and started to drink the black goo. It had the consistency of charcoal and tasted so so much worse. The urge to gag was hard enough to resist, but hardly anything came up so he drank some more.
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Bobby’s eyes were wide with fear as he looked at Jody, only glimpses of memory filled in the gaps. Yes, he was talking with her on the phone, but then after…What happened after? He must have passed out, he can’t remember seeing her before then. He didn’t drop the knife, too afraid of hurting her to let her get too close. At the question he shook his head. “No. No, I ain’t stupid. Only been like..this for a day.”
He could smell Jody’s blood even from a few feet away, could hear it pumping and it was enough to nearly make him sick with disgust. “You have to get out, Jody. Get out and get as far as you can.” The idea of hurting her made him want to punch himself, but it was hard enough fighting this. This urge that was making him weaker and weaker by the second.
“Jody, please.”
“Would you stop bein’ stupid and listen for once?” Jody was growling now, obviously angry Bobby was considering killing himself when she had a cure that would most likely work and get him to be the same grumpy old hunter she fell for again. “There’s a goddamn cure, alright?” She raised a brow, “Now, put away the blade and sit.” She had that tone by now, the tone that said do not mess with me, mister.
“I’m gonna go mix it up, Dean and Sam sent me instructions - and then I want you to drink it all up, alright? Dean said it was gonna hurt like Hell, but if you survive you’re not a vampire anymore. Capiche?”
“A cure?” A brief glance up at her as he finally put the knife down, his trust in Jody knowing no bounds. He trusted her with his life, with his heart even. The tone made him get up and bow his head slightly like a dog caught eating something he shouldn’t have, heading over to the bed which he now realized was a queen. During any other circumstance, he would have blushed.
“Shouldn’t you...tie me down or something?”
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It was either late night or very early in the morning when Bobby came to, the sound of a heart beating waking him up from his forced slumber. It was too loud than it ought to be, the constant drumming in his ears, and tried to move himself away from the source of the sound. When he opened his eyes he cursed softly at the light coming from the bathroom, his eyes not seeming to adjust properly to it.
That’s when it hit him. The memory of hunting a rogue vampire nest, of getting attacked himself, bleeding out in the road.
He was one of them now. A monster. A threat. Not human.
With that in mind he started rifling through the bags, trying to find a blade or something. Some way out of this. Being a vampire was a death wish for a hunter, even one like him. He just needed to find…there it is. Bobby grabbed the handle of a machete and pulled it out, breathing deeply for a few moments as he contemplated how to do this well.
He couldn’t do this here. He had to take off somewhere. Grab the knife and run. That was before the bathroom door opened and he saw who had rescued him, flooding him with feelings of guilt and regret. “Jody…”
Jody woke sometime later, her eyes prying open against the light coming in through the windows and she groaned softly. The night had been far too short for sure. He rolled around to face Bobby, remembering she felt asleep next to him, but he was gone. Which was when she fully woke, eyes snapping open wide as she surged off the bed. Where was he?
She glanced around the room. Did he leave? Oh God, Bobby Singer don’t be stupid. Bathroom. Hah, gotcha - you stupid, old drink. She rushed over, ready to kick the door down but realized it wasn’t locked. Please be in there, please be in there.
He was in there and she visibly relaxed at the sight, although her brows furrowed and she glowered at him. “Put down the machete, Bobby. I ain’t gonna ask you twice. Put. It. Down. Now.” She held a hand up as she scooted closer, hoping to be able to snatch it out of his hand. “You’re gonna come sit down on the bed with me now and I’ll mix up a lil’ somethin’ that’s gonna help, alright? You … please, tell me you ain’t got blood on your hands yet?” She dashed over then, pushing the machete out of the way to cup his face, “Bobby, did you drink someone already?” A few years ago, she would’ve laughed at the idea of vampires and zombies.
Bobby’s eyes were wide with fear as he looked at Jody, only glimpses of memory filled in the gaps. Yes, he was talking with her on the phone, but then after...What happened after? He must have passed out, he can’t remember seeing her before then. He didn’t drop the knife, too afraid of hurting her to let her get too close. At the question he shook his head. “No. No, I ain’t stupid. Only been like..this for a day.”
He could smell Jody’s blood even from a few feet away, could hear it pumping and it was enough to nearly make him sick with disgust. “You have to get out, Jody. Get out and get as far as you can.” The idea of hurting her made him want to punch himself, but it was hard enough fighting this. This urge that was making him weaker and weaker by the second.
“Jody, please.”
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“Did you move the flathead screwdriver from the junk drawer in the kitchen?” She asked, digging through various items, making quite the noise. “Because that tool wasn’t just a screwdriver, and I kinda need it.”
“Screwdrivers don’t belong in the kitchen, kiddo. Don’t worry, put it somewhere safe.” Said place was a brand new toolkit he got for his daughter and left on her bed. It was only a few days til her birthday after all and he wanted to make sure that she never doubted his love for her.
“Maybe you forgot it in your room. Might wanna double check.”
#singersonlydaughter#V: Missing Tools and Birthdays#hope you didn't mind I went somewhere else with this#but this is totally something bobby would do#and yus#i've been reading over your headcanons page jsyk
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Bobby was definitely feeling it now if he wasn’t before and he ran a hand up and down her side as she straddled him again. A brief flick of his own tongue against lips to wet them a bit as he stared up at her. Nervous, lustful. “It is a yes. Though, interested to know what made you think of cuffing me.”
“I’m a cop.” She replied with a grin on her face. “Why wouldn’t I wanna cuff you?” She could do whatever she wanted then, watch him struggle a little, maybe. She hoped he would - yearning to touch her and wanting her closer. Anything like that. “Hands up against the headboard then, Singer.” She bit her lip.
Bobby moved down slightly on the bed and raised his hands up against the headboard, the intrigue outweighing any possible trepidation he could’ve felt. “I thought you got your share of cuffing me when you just thought I was a paranoid drunk.” He teased with a grin.
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Bobby did stay where he was but propped himself on his elbows to watch what she was doing when she got off him. He was at half-mast already, Jody seemed to have good instincts when it came to this and he definitely appreciated that. When he saw the cuffs, his eyes widened a bit, more out of uncertainty than actual nervousness. “Interesting proposition Jods. You’re more of a sexy cop though.”
She knew how to rile her hunter up, she knew what he liked and didn’t like. “I can still be a bad cop, can’t I?” She grinned, sauntering over again and dropping the cuffs on the bed so she could pull off her shirt. Underneath, she wore a laced, black bra. She dropped her shirt, too but grabbed the cuffs again as she climbed back on the bed to straddle Bobby’s hips. “So, that a yes?”
Bobby was definitely feeling it now if he wasn’t before and he ran a hand up and down her side as she straddled him again. A brief flick of his own tongue against lips to wet them a bit as he stared up at her. Nervous, lustful. “It is a yes. Though, interested to know what made you think of cuffing me.”
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Bobby was indeed a skeptic, but it wasn’t over the fact that magic existed and could work very well. He had gone up against one too many witches to ever be skeptical about their powers, and he even knew that most of their powers came from demons. One such demon was now sitting on his bed and touching him. Surprisingly enough a small shiver was sent up and down his spine at the hand on his cheek, the feeling only magnifying at the lips near the shell of his ear.
Was this really happening? Was a demon really flirting with him so brazenly? “I trust that you want something in return for that second kind of magic…” Bobby also favored that idea but dreaded the outcome, dreaded what Crowley would ask for.
“Oh, Robert darling. You don’t get it, do you? I’m the one offering you sleep without nightmares in exchange for a night of passion. Well, many nights of passion if you end up liking the first night.” Crowley never pulled away from the hunter’s ear, whispering to him in the lowest of rumbles he could muster up.
“So, what’s your final decision – hm? Are you… eager to find out just how many inches that Crossroads demon added or would you rather I get off and grab you that bottle of cheap whiskey?”
Bobby couldn’t help but raise a brow in some degree of surprise. What Crowley wanted was to bed him, nothing more apparently. Still, having him so close was nice enough to get blood running south and he was never a master of control. “’m not ...” He started to say before his mind went blissfully and uncontrollably blank for a minute or two. “I’m interested. Though I’m sure that experience makes up for size..”
#thekingsparty#V: Nightmares and Demons#nsfw#yey i found the tag again#and Crowley's on the way to rendering Bobby speechless
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The cap was in the road, abandoned and bloodied, and he was sitting, not more than two meters beyond that point off the road.Bobby was passed out at the tree where he said, his bloodied hand losing grip on the scrap of cloth on his neck and laying almost lifelessly by his side. If he were any paler, he could pass for a corpse.
It was a wonder that more vamps didn’t come to finish him off.
“Goddamnit, Bobby.” She hissed under hear breath, hauling him up so she could try and carry/drag/curse him back to the car. She just had to get him inside, then she could get a room somewhere and… well, do that stupid cure thing. Sam and Dean had found a shop for her in town (coincidence? probably not.) so she should get all ingredients needed.
Many minutes later, she had managed to push and tug Bobby into her car, glad she didn’t come with her truck but the police car and slammed the door shut before rushing onto the other side. She drove them to the nearest motel and .. well, many more minutes later she had Bobby Singer, the paranoid bastard who drank far too much beer on the bed and she flopped down on it next to him.
It was either late night or very early in the morning when Bobby came to, the sound of a heart beating waking him up from his forced slumber. It was too loud than it ought to be, the constant drumming in his ears, and tried to move himself away from the source of the sound. When he opened his eyes he cursed softly at the light coming from the bathroom, his eyes not seeming to adjust properly to it.
That’s when it hit him. The memory of hunting a rogue vampire nest, of getting attacked himself, bleeding out in the road.
He was one of them now. A monster. A threat. Not human.
With that in mind he started rifling through the bags, trying to find a blade or something. Some way out of this. Being a vampire was a death wish for a hunter, even one like him. He just needed to find...there it is. Bobby grabbed the handle of a machete and pulled it out, breathing deeply for a few moments as he contemplated how to do this well.
He couldn’t do this here. He had to take off somewhere. Grab the knife and run. That was before the bathroom door opened and he saw who had rescued him, flooding him with feelings of guilt and regret. “Jody...”
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The dinner had been frankly fantastic, and Bobby was no real slouch when it came to cooking but he loved it when Jody had a day off or a slow day and cooked up something. Of course, they had gotten a little bit flirty - the wine helped there - and a bit handsy even before they put the dishes away.
It wasn’t long until they started kissing and then in a surprise Jody had him pinned to his own bed with her ontop of him, her shirt undone to catch a rather amazing glimpse of her bra. “Mm? Won’t run if you tell me what you’re planning.”
“Well, it ain’t gonna be that easy.” She chuckled, leaning down to peck a kiss to his lips. “Stay.” She let go of his hands, but trailed her own down his chest and over his belly, past his hips and groin and down his thighs as he got up from the bed. “You’re gonna find out in a bit, Bobby.” Jody hummed, a small smile around her lips as she went to find her uniform and belt to grab the cuffs to return to the bed with her. She held them up, watching him closely. “Big no? Or.. you up for some bad, bad cop?”
Bobby did stay where he was but propped himself on his elbows to watch what she was doing when she got off him. He was at half-mast already, Jody seemed to have good instincts when it came to this and he definitely appreciated that. When he saw the cuffs, his eyes widened a bit, more out of uncertainty than actual nervousness. “Interesting proposition Jods. You’re more of a sexy cop though.”
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Bobby blinked at the fact that Crowley really didn’t seem to know what happened all those years ago. What haunted his sleep for what felt like an eternity. “If you’ve read the books you know that alcohol is a pretty good way to get it to stop.” He reached for the bottle again, letting out an annoyed huff when Crowley pushed him back into bed.
He kept his eyes on the demon, only moving a bit to rest on his elbows and glare at him. The Hunter didn’t know what he meant by magic and frankly, he didn’t want to know. “Don’t think magic is gonna help me sleep…” Bobby muttered to himself.
“Oh, Bobby. You’ve always been skeptic, I get it, but didn’t I prove you differently often enough? There’s more to magic than you know, there’s spells that could take your fears away forever. Or just for a good night’s sleep.” He hummed, sitting down on the bed next to the other, a hand cupping his cheek. “And then there’s another way, a …different kind of magic.” He was grinning at the idea, unable to contain he definitely favored that idea.
He leaned in close again, lips pressed against the hunter’s ear, “Do you trust me to make you feel good?”
Bobby was indeed a skeptic, but it wasn’t over the fact that magic existed and could work very well. He had gone up against one too many witches to ever be skeptical about their powers, and he even knew that most of their powers came from demons. One such demon was now sitting on his bed and touching him. Surprisingly enough a small shiver was sent up and down his spine at the hand on his cheek, the feeling only magnifying at the lips near the shell of his ear.
Was this really happening? Was a demon really flirting with him so brazenly? “I trust that you want something in return for that second kind of magic...” Bobby also favored that idea but dreaded the outcome, dreaded what Crowley would ask for.
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Bobby Singer had landed the spot to be the Limo Driver of more than a few celebrities, including one new man who went by Crowley. His job wasn’t lucrative but it was stable and he was able to see the other man without really much need for them to talk to each other. Being friends wasn’t exactly in the job description after all.
What was, however was standing by the Limo in the pouring rain while holding an umbrella to wait for Crowley to hurry up and get in so he could drive him to the newest party for the rich and beautiful.
Crowley owned the stock majority of a company and called the shots and one would think all he does is sit around in his office and play games on his phone (which he did, but that didn’t matter), but it wasn’t just that. Opening ceremonies, interviews, meetings. Crowley had to travel a lot and he didn’t travel like the rabble did, of course. Pfht.
He didn’t have an income like his to drive to work by bus. Or drive a car by himself. No, God no. He had a driver and a very nice limousine to take him from A to B. He’d seen the driver once.. maybe twice, but they hardly ever talked. The southern accent attacked his nether region so he avoided speaking to the man unless he had to. Tonight was one of those nights where he needed to. “Robert? Could you take me to the gallery on fifth avenue first, please? They’re waiting. I’ll just hop in and then we’ll be on our way to the meeting.”
When Crowley came out of one of the high-rises, Robert was waiting with the door open for him. He was never much for smiling but he did give a brief nod as he came by. They were definetly close enough now that he could smell the expensive cologne Crowley wore but he was determined to not let it affect his job. “Gallery on Fifth Avenue. Right away, Mr. Crowley.” He replied curtly before walking to the drivers side and getting in.
Within a few minutes they were on the way to said Gallery but traffic was horrendous up to a few blocks away from the destination. Robert almost swore under his breath but thankfully there was a partition between him and his guest. Hopefully the other man wouldn’t pay him any less for the traffic being the way it was.
Celebrity AU
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Crowley was far too exhausted to argue now, to tell Bobby he could see something was off and he really hoped that didn’t mean he was the Devil in disguise but actually just a revived, mad hunter who was slightly upset because Crowley just tried to strangle him. He laid back down when Bobby stood, watching him leave the room before burrowing into the pillows again. They smelled like Bobby. He’d always liked the way he smelled.
The Devil couldn’t know that, could he? Nah. He was safe. Safe.
Bobby dove back into the research with vigor, to the point where he often forget about the sandwich he had made himself to snack on. How he had got back to North Dakota, while a mystery in and of itself, was severely overshadowed by what happened to his once lover.
His hands found the imprints of Crowley’s hands on his neck and a well of sadness and regret had opened up inside him. Whatever happened down there was enough to strip Crowley of the person he once was and that was sickening to the old hunter. Bobby should have stopped it, should have tried to rescue him and death be damned.
A frustrated sigh left him as he stood up from the table and looked down to see a couple of tear drops were smudging his notes and he shook his head. They both needed something to eat, he decided as he wrapped his sandwich up and started looking around for someplace that did decent delivery.
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That day was just another day of looking after Sam and Dean for the next couple days, while John was off looking for some monster or demon. While Bobby had his own fair share of monster kills under his belt, he felt pretty damn strongly about having kids being brought up in all that. Not that John would have any of it.
He took care of the two little tikes anyways, taught them how to be kids and not miniaturized soldiers off to fight a holy war. That day had been pretty fun, even by Bobby’s standards, so he let the kids have a nice snack and gave them a nap. Then it was back to research for old man Singer.
As much as he was loathe to admit it, he didn’t hear the footsteps in his backyard - if it could be called that - for being too consumed in his book about Asian mythos. Even though supernatural hunting never came with prerequisite language skills, Bobby had picked it up anyhow. However, when the footsteps breached the creaky floorboards leading to his living room, he grabbed a nearby pistol, not noticing the rich color of brown that the stairs were or the off shade of whites and blues of the wallpaper. Bobby had never seen those colors before.
When he heard the swear uttered his eyes closed in on the man standing there and stood up properly, mouth tensed into a thin line. Bobby knew most of the people around this town and none of them spoke like that, certainly none of them dressed like that, and most hunters would ring before suddenly appearing in his damn house.
“Who the hell are you?” Bobby addressed the man as he walked closer to him, though still out of arms reach of him. He had a sneaking feeling this man wasn’t exactly human and if he was, Bobby didn’t want to be too close to him, color or not.
A joke, that’s what this was. It had to be. Of course, Crowley would find a hunter to be the one to grant him him sight. It couldn’t have been a normal person, a demon or maybe even a human. Hell, he would’ve been alright being paired off with an angel. At least those didn’t pretend they were something other than just that. Hunters and their egos. Yuck.
“I’d like to ask you the exact same thing, but … well, unfortunately I already know what you are.” Crowley made a face, glancing around the room and peeking into the kitchen. Well, at least he stood between the hunter and the salt. Heh. “Please tell me you’re not Bobby Singer? Kind-of father to Dean and Sam Winchester? Philosopher, hunter and …” His nose scrunched, “Alcoholic?” Please, say no. This could all just be a misunderstanding. Oh yes, it very well could be. Crowley could try and retrace his steps, maybe he met someone else before coming here. Maybe he found his soulmate in a rat in the yard or a cockroach. It couldn’t be a bloody hunter.
Bobby almost walked over to grab his shotgun, mouth tensing into a thin line covered by the beginnings of a beard. No human would have access to that kind of information about him and the boys, at least very few outside of himself and John. At the philosophy comment he did look a touch surprised, which thawed his grim expression somewhat but it didn’t last long. Sure, he might’ve read up on a couple odd philosophy texts at certain points in life but he wouldn’t use that word to describe himself.
“I am Bobby Singer. Now tell me why you came for th’ boys or I’ll shoot.” Bobby growled holding the shotgun, business end down. No need to risk shooting himself when he was trying to rid himself of a possible threat.
A possible threat that was supposedly the man he was supposed to fall in love with. His soulmate. It was bloody romantic nonsense.
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Crowley had a secret nobody outside of Hell knew. He didn’t want anybody to know, really. He wasn’t ashamed to be what he was, but he could imagine better. King. Not that he wasn’t already leading the Hounds, training them and making sure they stayed in line and did what they were told to, but he wanted more.
Although, currently he didn’t care about the throne. He’d come for an entirely different reason. The reason he was out there was a certain hunter snoring quite loudly inside a tent not too far from where he laid. He sneaked around him a few times, accidentally ran into things to make a noise and wake the hunter, but now he was just watching from afar, howling on occasion for the extra scare. Hunters were jumpy, he couldn’t help but want to use that for his entertainment.
Bobby’s group was rather small, and they were up in some unnamed forest trying to hunt down a Wendigo. Normally, Bobby wouldn’t come out on a menial hunt like that, he’d kill enough Wendigo in his time, but they came up with a few extra reasons why he should join them. So the older hunter shoved aside any grumpy feelings about the situation and met them at the location.
That was before he found evidence of something else warranting him coming here in the first place. And it felt more dangerous than a Wendigo. something that raised the hairs on his arms, even with everything he’s seen.
Throughout the course of the first day, Bobby could swear there was a pair of eyes watching the group, maybe even him specifically. Whenever he turned around, there was nothing but foilage for meters in every direction. Bobby’s paranoia was definitely getting to him. The other hunters could feel it too, he could practically hear the panic racing through their bones; the bad thing about panic was that it tended to be contagious. Even the best hunter in the planet could turn into a dangerous when panic leaked in. Then the towls would start, the first one seeming to happen exactly as the sun went down. The younger hunters huddled together like a group of scared schoolboys.
Bobby stood guard by the campsite for a few hours, to both put his and the other hunter’s frayed nerves to rest. Upon seeing nothing, and hearing the same amount of nothing, Bobby resigned to the fact that there was nothing out there. Just paranoia.
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Bobby was well aware of the impending apocalypse, was all too aware of the fact that Sam and Dean were on the outs with each other again. Those boys fought more than they could get along, and fairly often Bobby was the one to intervene. If noone did then both of them sat around sulking or actually tried beating each other up, and there was no way the apocalypse would be stopped if two of the best hunters were sidelined because they couldn’t stop bickering.
As much as Bobby dearly wanted to go out there and kick some ass, protect the few people he cared about and do some actual good, he couldn’t. Not stuck in this damn chair for what would be the rest of his life, he had that thought as soon as Cas told him that he couldn’t heal him. He couldn’t be a hunter anymore, he wasn’t fit to protect anyone.
He always thought that he would go out swinging, go out after killing all the demonic sons of bitches that he could, instead of spending most of his days inside of a whiskey bottle and trying to forget that his life was over. People still came by and asked for advice, but it was less enjoyable now. Everything had took on a duller shade, knowing that the world was ending and he couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it aside from giving advice to hunters that ended up getting their asses handed to them.
The old hunter didn’t look up when he heard a rustle of wings, half convincing himself that his drunken mind had hopefully gone to thoughts that maybe Castiel would come back to save him, to get him out of this damn chair. He still had those thoughts, and the drinking didn’t stop that any either.
Gabriel had been bored just idly flitting about when he decided to pay a certain cranky old ex-hunter a visit, having really nothing else better to do, so he took off towards Singer’s Auto Salvage, using the slower mode, which included gliding on thermal air pockets here and there. He took his sweet time getting there, enjoying the sight of the world below him and just how fascinating he found the human race even now.
Although they tended to fight amongst themselves, but so many were good and just wanting to live day to day and not get caught up in the drama of the world. It was nice really, how so many of them could get along, the dangerous ones always ruined the peace of the world though, and Gabriel found it irritating, but he had hope for these people, and he would continue to hold onto that hope.
After all, they were a lot better than his kind in so many ways, even though the impending apocalypse was making him somewhat upset that it would probably wipe this race right out, thanks to Michael and Lucifer being royal dicks.
“Well if this isn’t a sorry sight to see.” Gabriel spoke as he landed softly by Bobby, raising an eyebrow at the man in a wheelchair. “What the hell happened to you?” He asked curiously, looking him over.
At the words, he looked up at the trickster and then looked away, trying to grab a heavy book to bring over to his lap and start reading it. The last time he saw Gabriel was a better time, better than this anyways. He definitely couldn’t stab anything now, couldn’t hunt.
“Got paralyzed. Can’t fix it.” At least Castiel couldn’t and that was the only feather-head he knew of that would do him any sort of favours. Maybe it was worth looking into a demon deal....
No. That would just leave Sam and Dean high and dry and most of the other American hunters would have to find a new information hub. With the Roadhouse gone, Bobby’s was the only real physical place left. He kept an eye on them, made sure if there was a new one starting to sprout that they had the information they needed.
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So many people are devastated by last night’s election. We are too. Today, we thought some people might need a Happily Ever After. Even a fictional one.
So, we are offering four LGBTQ books for free this week, so that anyone, no matter their financial means, can read these stories of love and hope.
Please feel free to pick up, FOR FREE through November 16, ROLLER GIRL by Vanessa North (f/f contemporary with a trans lead), LEAD ME NOT by Ann Gallagher (inspirational m/m), PICKUP MEN by LC Chase (m/m cowboys), and WHEN TO HOLD THEM by GB Gordon (contemporary m/m). It’s not much, but we need all the hope we can get.
Our special thanks to the authors for eagerly volunteering to participate in this celebration of LGBTQ love. You can download these books from anywhere in the world, in any format (mobi, epub, pdf, html), for consumption on any device (kindle, ipad, computer, smartphone, etc.).
Stay strong. Take care of each other. Love yourself. And remember that you are loved.
It makes us incredibly happy to see so many folks sharing this post and getting these books–it warms our hearts but unfortunately it seems to be melting our servers O.O If you can’t load the site, please wait 15 to 30 minutes and then try again; it’s a CPU issue rather than a bandwidth issue, so it’s unfortunately not something we can permanently resolve in less than two to three days. But our host will be monitoring the server and mitigating the issue as best they can as it arises. If you can’t get on at all today, we’re so very sorry, and please come back tomorrow for your free books!
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Oh, wow. It's Munday already. Put some of these in my askbox, and I will respond OOC.
ᄏ: Play any instruments?
ω: Have you ever dyed your hair? If so, what color(s)?
△: Have you ever painted the walls of your room?
【・ヘ・?】: Ever tripped in front a bunch of people?
＊: When was the last time you tied your hair up? (if your hair is long enough)
旦: Last time you drove your car (if you can drive/have one)?
愛: Are you currently dating?
太: When it's New Year's, do you make New Year Resolutions and actually commit to them?
＠: Ever felt attracted to the opposite sex before?
(｀▽´)Ψ: Did you used to play hide-and-seek when you were little inside stores?
(づ￣ ³￣)づ : Have you ever had to hug someone you didn't want to?
空: Did you ever throw up after one roller coaster ride or a few?
☆: Have you ever played games such as 'Spin the Bottle'?
⊙: Are you happy with where you are in life right now?
ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ: Have you ever wanted to flip a table before? If so, why?
ピ: Did you like Pokemon as a child?
(⌒.−): Are there times where you wish to go back in time and redo or fix something you regret?
♪: Do you find yourself singing or humming to yourself sometimes?
☁: Ever wanted to learn a foreign language?
(;° ロ°): Have you ever lost your wallet or purse?
ス: Have you ever swallowed gum?
⅚: Post the link if your current favorite song.
ღ: Post a gif of what you're currently feeling right now.
≘: Have you ever watched the sun rise?
☄: Would you defend a friend if they were in danger?
➍: Ever been to a concert? Was it fun?
♛: Do you like group projects?
高: How often do you use headphones/earbuds?
ಲ: Headphones or earbuds?
♞: Showers or baths?
✗: Walks on the beach or in a forest?
⊙﹏⊙: Which horror movie scared you the most? If any?
^∇^: Has your best friend ever made you angry?
（．＿．）: Do you think you are an awkward person?
メ: Cupcakes or muffins?
(●´∀｀●): Ponies or Horses?
♯: Would you like to be able to fly?
ℝ: What color shirt are you currently wearing?
Æ: What color underwear did you wear yesterday?
☪: Have you ever flipped off someone?
♬: Cats or dogs?
礼: Would you swim in the lake or ocean?
の: Chocolate or Vanilla?
◐: Have you ever seen a meteor shower?
ᄇ: Have you ever broken a bone?
ℨ: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
.♔: Know the Duck Song? The Llama Song? Banana Phone?
۞: What shows did you watch when you were a child?
▼: Could you live without the internet?
Д: Strangest food you've eaten?
까: Cookies or brownies?
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