
Bobby Singer.
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Bobby Singer.
@ExtemporeDole
⠀ ✧*̥┊❛ #lazuli. —— i can see you’re out of aces. for a taste of your whiskey, i’ll give you some advice. ⋯


“Of course I will —..” Pressing the clean patch along her upper side , groaning a bit before hanging up on him. Soon texting him the motel she were staying at.

“ of course, of course, ” balling up some discarded clothes off the couch ( fake fbi suits she had to take to the cleaners and the likes ) “ here, sit down. i’m so happy you’re here. seriously. ” there’s a framed photo of them from her early hunting years on the coffee table,


She takes a second to rip open a gauze patch with her mouth, soon speaking again. “ Would you mind picking me up? I crashed my truck last night ..”

She won’t mention the one hospital visit then, it’ll definitely worry him. And she worries about him just as much. “ Surprisingly .” A nervous laugh.


Hey, she’s survived this long. Hearing her phone she answers , tucking the phone between her shoulder and ear. “Yes, Bobby?”

Of course she’s safe , for now. She’s not too far from him. Give her a call.

i am someone who did not die when i should have died.

Motel room .. patching herself up like usual. Always getting into trouble.

“ okay, perfect. that’s … reassuring. come in, come in. ” her little apartment is a bit of a mess, different weapons and lore books open as well as halfway-done potions and hex bags all over the coffee table. “ want a beer? ”

She hasn’t seen @ExtemporeDole in forever ..

checking through the peephole, gun in hand just in case … “ BOBBY!!! ” happy squeals as she jumps in his arms for a big hug — until it clicks that bobby’s at her doorstep. “ who’s dead? ”



