001: [holo] what in sam hill?

[ditchabledate]

Bobby was pretty sure he'd simply fallen asleep watching the game on television with Dean. However the lack of his recliner (the one that had his ass-print comfortably in it) under him was a glaring hint at otherwise

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[has_thateffect]

John was tinkering with a car. He had that stupid tablet thing next to him because it helped him keep track of the boys and Mary. Honestly, he didn't mind this place much. He had Mary, he had the boys and nothing had tried to kill them so far--that alone singled it out and made it better than...well pretty much any place he'd ever been. Things were still a little off but off he could handle.

He was working on the engine's timing when he heard a familiar voice--a voice that shouldn't be there. But then that had held lots of water here lately.

"Bobby...what in the blue hell?" John said as he picked up his tablet, started pushing buttons and trying to figure out how to get this thing visual.

[ditchabledate]

Bobby had reached the outside of the building when the map with the dot was replaced with a face he'd thought he'd never see again.

"What the --" Bobby's what-the-fuck face was firmly in place as he scowled down at the tablet. Why was John Winchester in his mini-computer? He stopped short on the sidewalk where he'd been making his way toward the homing signal.

This struck too close to the Cold Oak incident that Sam had described to Bobby after the dust had settled. John Winchester was supposed to be dead - the list of unsettling was getting longer.

[has_thateffect]

"Yeah, I'm not dead. 'Least not here," John said with a smirk. "It's this place so you're stuck with my ugly mug." He slammed the hood on the car down. He could work on it later.

"M'headed your direction. I'll fill you in on what's going on here. 'Least what we can figure out," he said as he started walking.

[ditchabledate]

"Uh huh," Bobby grunted, doubtful that it was such a good idea. Hell, it wasn't like he had much of a choice here.

"Yeah all right," he agreed finally as he rounded a corner. He'd begun to follow the path again and now he was stopping, the confused look back on his face. "Any reason my Chevelle would be here, John?"

Bobby didn't think he could get more unsettled if Queen Elizabeth I greeted him next.

[visual]

[fudgingkillyou]

Man, they just keep on coming. Dean's actually passed out on Bobby's bed, having crashed after spending time with Jimmy, when Bobby's hologram pops up. Dean groans and rolls over to look at the tablet, and then stops dead, blinking.

A wave of excitement runs through him, and Dean grins widely, fumbling for the visual setting on his tablet.

"Bobby, is that you?"

[ditchabledate]

Bobby scowled down at Dean's face, not sure he'd have enough holy water whiskey if this kept up.

"Well who the hell else would I be?" he questioned a little irately. He'd had a few fleeting ideas about where he was. His first was proved wrong when he'd met up with John, and now his second was wrong as well. Unless Dean was dead too and they were all hanging out in Purgatory together.

"Is that my headboard?!"

[fudgingkillyou]

"A demon, a shapeshifter, a revenant, a ghoul... the list goes on," Dean replies, rolling his eyes. It sounds like Bobby's normal, but Dean doesn't know, and just because Dad and Sam and Mom aren't supernatural creatures doesn't mean Bobby can't be.

But damn, is Dean glad to see him.

Dean flashes him a grin. "Yeah, where else was I supposed to sleep?"

[ditchabledate]

Bobby frowned back, happy at least to see Dean wasn't a complete moron. Though he didn't want to give him too much credit.

"Why is my bedroom and car here? Someone gettin' their kicks stealing my junk?" He complained at Dean. Abusing Dean would make him feel better and the boy bounced back from it like a cat on four legs.

As an afterthought, his grumbling continued. "Those sheets better be clean before I touch 'em."