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[steel_singer]

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

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[1000_cranes]

"Oh, you leave that beautiful girl alone, you mean old man," says Charlie, crouching down and holding one hand out to Jezebel. Behind her, Bill crouches down low and watches the little cat with wide, curious eyes and a bit of a growl in the back of his throat. He's still a baby.

"You know I don't mind her."

[steel_singer]

"Hell, no wonder she likes ya, Charlie," Bobby said, as Jezebel butted her head up underneath Charlie's hand as a not-so-subtle hint to be scratched. "She has a soft spot for people who call me a mean old man."

[1000_cranes]

Charlie lifts Jezebel off her little feet and cradled her against her chest, scratching her between her ears with her free hand.

"Oh, she's a stickler for the truth?"

[steel_singer]

"Hey now," Bobby said, trying to sound gruff even though he was smilin'. "How you been, Charlie?"

[heartlikesteel]

"She doesn't know how to be much else." Ellen grinned, bending to scratch behind Jezebel's ears, smiling as the cat rubbed up against her leg quickly, half interested, half bored, before she turned and headed back to Bobby. Ellen chuckled, straightening up. "That girl loves the crap outta you, Singer."

[steel_singer]

Bobby chuckled as Jezebel sprang nimbly into his arms and bumped the top of her head against his chin so he'd scratch behind her ears. "Yeah, she just loves me for my comfortable mattress," he said, though he was clearly fond of the little furball.

[heartlikesteel]

Ellen shook her head, grinning at him. "And you love her right back. Lookit you, she's got you wrapped around her little paw." He had every right to be; the grumpy old bat deserved a little affection. And Jezebel was right up his ally-- his cranky little partner in crime.

[steel_singer]

"Knows it, too," Bobby replied gruffly, lookin' down as Jezebel bumped his whiskered chin again. The little cat in his arms was definitely a far cry from Rumsfeld, but she'd become just as cared for. "And here I thought I was long past bendin' over backwards for a woman."

[extra_psychic]

Pamela stops short, just as the cat winds around her ankle. She tilts her chin in Bobby's direction and smiles. Even though she knows exactly what he's talking about and who he's talking to, it's more fun to flip him some shit.

"I'm not a nuisance, a-hole," she quips. "And don't call me Jezebel. I've always preferred Harlot."

[steel_singer]

Jezebel let out a little meow and continued wrapping herself around Pamela's legs. If Bobby didn't know any better he would've thought the cat was tryin' to trip her.

"Here I thought you preferred Floozy," Bobby shot back, amusement in his voice. "Shows what I know."

[extra_psychic]

She didn't move, not sure she could do it safely with the cat at her feet. She didn't seem to be bothered, though.

"Floozy, huh? What are you...eighty?" she laughs, then holds out her hand. "You on your way to the Winchester, too?"

It was the only reason she could think that he'd be this far along on this path.

[steel_singer]

Bobby gave Jezebel a pointed look. She let out another meow, this one sounding distinctly annoyed, and got out of Pamela's way, her tail in the air. "Headin' down there for lunch, matter of fact," he said, takin' Pamela's hand and hookin' it around his arm. "Care to join me?"

[turnthebadinme]

"Oh, Jezebel's never a nuisance," Serena cooed, kneeling down to pet the cat. "She's such a cutie, aren't you, honey? It's okay, Bobby." As much as she was managing to do okay from day to day, she still felt like she could use any distraction she could find; it was being able to think about anything and everything but Beat's being gone that was holding her together. A kitten -- cat now, really -- fit the bill.

[steel_singer]

Jezebel glanced back at Bobby as if to say see? before rubbing up against Serena's leg, purring away. "Keep pettin' her like that, you may never get rid of her," Bobby replied, chucklin' a little.

[turnthebadinme]

"Aw, I'd never steal her away," Serena replied, scooping Jezebel carefully into her arms and straightening up again. "Someone's gotta keep you company. But I can't help it if she likes me." She ducked her head toward the cat with a tiny smile, biting her lip. Maybe she'd see about getting a pet.

[steel_singer]

"Hell, how could anyone help but like ya? Including those of the feline persuasion," Bobby said with a small grin as Jezebel started purring. "'sides, she'd get bored hangin' around me all the time."

[weary_head]

"Yeah, Jezebel," Dean echoed, glowering down at the cat as he came up alongside them. Maybe the damn thing was finally wearing out its welcome.

"Go bother somebody that'll give you food."

[steel_singer]

Jezebel was a lot like her former owner in that she loved to annoy Dean, so she wound around his legs once and looked up at him with a little meow - one that Bobby would've sworn was meant to mock - before goin' down off the side of the path to chase some little bug that flew by. "You know she only bugs ya 'cause she's tryin' to get a rise out of ya," Bobby pointed out, smirkin' at Dean.

[weary_head]

"Well it isn't working!" Dean called after her, only realizing after that his face was curled up in a sneer. Carefully, he relaxed his cheeks, managing to ask in an even tone, "Where you headed?"

[steel_singer]

"Sure it ain't," Bobby replied dryly, his smirk widening. "Up to the Winchester for lunch. You're welcome to join me, if you ain't busy. Angua too, if she's around."