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Bobby was nominated for the Island Council, and he wasn't sure whether he ought to thank Sam and Dean or strangle them. It wasn't somethin' he'd ever thought he'd be in the running for, though after thinkin' about it - and decidin' to wait on the initial impulse to decline the nomination - he'd decided it wasn't that bad. He didn't think his chances for actually getting elected were all that high, but it really was kind of an honor to be in the running. Not that Bobby was ever gonna tell the boys that.
Then, a little over a week ago, Bobby'd found a mysterious package of cookies in his mailbox, with an unsigned note attached that just said 'For you to make your day'. Bobby didn't check his mailbox often, generally once every couple weeks, so he was expectin' the things to be damn hockey pucks from sittin' in there for who knows how long. They were fine, though, and good, but Bobby didn't have a goddamn clue who they were from, or who thought his day needed brightening with baked goods. There was the possibility it was someone who'd traded with him for somethin' of Bela's, but Bobby didn't think any of them would have done it anonymously. It was a mystery Bobby couldn't solve, and that irritated him.
Bobby'd been working all morning with the building crew, but now he was headed over to the Winchester for lunch. Jezebel was gettin' more independent the older she got, but today she'd apparently decided to grace him with her presence, and was walkin' alongside him down the boardwalk, occasionally darting off to chase an insect or investigate somethin' that caught her eye. Bobby was only half payin' attention to what the cat was doin' until she saw someone headin' down the path in their direction and decided to greet them - exactly how that greeting would go remained to be seen.
"Jezebel, quit bein' a goddamn nuisance," Bobby called to her, rollin' his eyes.
[Jezebel is Bobby's cat; you can read more about her at her Wiki page. OK to tag in through Friday.]
Then, a little over a week ago, Bobby'd found a mysterious package of cookies in his mailbox, with an unsigned note attached that just said 'For you to make your day'. Bobby didn't check his mailbox often, generally once every couple weeks, so he was expectin' the things to be damn hockey pucks from sittin' in there for who knows how long. They were fine, though, and good, but Bobby didn't have a goddamn clue who they were from, or who thought his day needed brightening with baked goods. There was the possibility it was someone who'd traded with him for somethin' of Bela's, but Bobby didn't think any of them would have done it anonymously. It was a mystery Bobby couldn't solve, and that irritated him.
Bobby'd been working all morning with the building crew, but now he was headed over to the Winchester for lunch. Jezebel was gettin' more independent the older she got, but today she'd apparently decided to grace him with her presence, and was walkin' alongside him down the boardwalk, occasionally darting off to chase an insect or investigate somethin' that caught her eye. Bobby was only half payin' attention to what the cat was doin' until she saw someone headin' down the path in their direction and decided to greet them - exactly how that greeting would go remained to be seen.
"Jezebel, quit bein' a goddamn nuisance," Bobby called to her, rollin' his eyes.
[Jezebel is Bobby's cat; you can read more about her at her Wiki page. OK to tag in through Friday.]