Intervention
Bobby Singer was a pretty damn observant guy. Not much got past him, which was what had kept him alive as a hunter for near on thirty years. So naturally, he hadn't missed the fact that Pamela'd been drinkin' a hell of a lot.
Bobby wasn't no teetotaler by any means, but he knew too much when he saw it, and she was drinkin' too much. It was gettin' to the point where he was wonderin' whether she was ever sober. Bobby tried talkin' to her, but it didn't do much good. She wasn't ready to see that she had a problem.
It had been a while since that talk now, and things had only gotten worse. Others had voiced their concerns to Bobby about Pamela's drinking, and Bobby decided it was time to take the next step, which meant intervention. He stood at the foot of the treehouse Pamela shared with Bridge, the others gathered around him, and called up. "Hey Pamela, you home?"
Bobby wasn't no teetotaler by any means, but he knew too much when he saw it, and she was drinkin' too much. It was gettin' to the point where he was wonderin' whether she was ever sober. Bobby tried talkin' to her, but it didn't do much good. She wasn't ready to see that she had a problem.
It had been a while since that talk now, and things had only gotten worse. Others had voiced their concerns to Bobby about Pamela's drinking, and Bobby decided it was time to take the next step, which meant intervention. He stood at the foot of the treehouse Pamela shared with Bridge, the others gathered around him, and called up. "Hey Pamela, you home?"