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There was a lot on John Winchester's mind. He felt restless, uneasy. More than he ever had since they'd taken care of the demon on Halloween. After that night, John hadn't known what to do with his life. So much of it had been spent tracking that bastard down. And now that they had and they'd gotten rid of him, what the hell was he supposed to do? All he'd known for twenty-plus years was revenge.
It seemed as though he'd lost some of his focus lately because there wasn't a pressing need to be so sharp any longer.
That was a mistake. The biggest one he'd ever made.
Now he'd fucked everything up to hell and had to pay the consequences.
One of said consequences was going to do what he was doing now. Walking to Bobby's to have an awkward conversation John wasn't interested in having but knew needed to happen.
Walking up to Bobby's door, John pounded on it and called, "Bobby, you here?"
It seemed as though he'd lost some of his focus lately because there wasn't a pressing need to be so sharp any longer.
That was a mistake. The biggest one he'd ever made.
Now he'd fucked everything up to hell and had to pay the consequences.
One of said consequences was going to do what he was doing now. Walking to Bobby's to have an awkward conversation John wasn't interested in having but knew needed to happen.
Walking up to Bobby's door, John pounded on it and called, "Bobby, you here?"