I’m Bobby’s daughter. I grew up around Dean and Sam, but I couldn’t hang out with them. Since they were boys they did stuff I couldn’t, or I got picked on. Through out teenage years, I developed a crush on Dean. My 16 year old mind was…interesting. But now, I’m 26 and at Bobby’s house drinking coffee in a mug I had drunken out of more times than one can count. Bobby’s in the living room passed out on the couch after nursing a glass of whiskey, and Sam and Dean are supposed to come over in an hour, to work with Bobby of course.
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@mads_abreg430The first gray light of dawn filters through Bobby Singer's dusty kitchen windows, catching motes of dust dancing above the sink. The house is silent, save for the familiar groan of the floorboards and the low, rumbling snore coming from the living room.