Bobby wasn't about to keep living the student life now that he was visibly in his twenties, so he'd set out to find a place that wouldn't break his bank -- he still had money coming in from Caleb running the salvage yard, but expenses in South Dakota meant it wasn't that much ( Read more... )

Bobby woke up to Rumsfeld licking his face and whining. He muttered something about a "stupid mutt" under his breath and pushed him away, then reached up to scratch at the edge of his mustache ( Read more... )

Bobby was off doing whatever it was Bobby did when he wasn't hanging around or walking Rumsfeld.

Rumsfeld was slouched on the bed, snoring softly into the comforter.

It would seem it was the perfect time for someone to sneak their way on in. . . .

[ooc: for Meg. NFB, please.]

Bobby had been keeping to himself, mostly, after Dean had gone swanning off after Sam again. He figured the idiot would call him if he needed him, and there was another Bobby in town, anyway, who could do all the leg work for him, for once. He'd handwavily seen Dean after the exorcism the night before and forced the kid into a sling, so at least ( Read more... )

For the ICly and OOCly contacting of the belligerent demon hunter turned teeny-bopper. Please to be using the OCD threads.

Bobby was here entirely under protest. Not that he could complain too loudly without John telling him he was just being a teenager ( Read more... )