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[researchinforidjits]

I dunno whether to applaud you for puttin' up with the two of them or do the whole drill to make sure you ain't jus' wearin' a suit.

I’m feelin just about th’same way, to be perfectly honest with ya, Robert. Fortunately for both of us you’re on the other side ‘a some screen, and if you came through it, well…

We’d both know who the demon was, wouldn’t we? 

[soullessbobbysinger]

Yeah, i do know how that is.  An’ believe me if yours is anythin’ like mine, you don’t want spoilers.  Jus’ protect ‘em.  Do everythin’ you can to keep them topside.  

[researchinforidjits]

I don't have to tell you how much these boys mean to me...that bein' said? Of course I'll do everything I can to keep em topside. After Sam's stint in the box and Dean's thirty year sentence? It's all I can do to keep them out of the afterlife without ending up there myself. 

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[researchinforidjits]

I dunno whether to applaud you for puttin' up with the two of them or do the whole drill to make sure you ain't jus' wearin' a suit.

I’m feelin just about th’same way, to be perfectly honest with ya, Robert. Fortunately for both of us you’re on the other side ‘a some screen, and if you came through it, well…

We’d both know who the demon was, wouldn’t we? 

[soullessbobbysinger]

Jus’ seein’ if our memories are the same, but I don’ wanna give way anything if they don’

*Bobby laughed,*  Ain’t that the truth, those boys wouldn’ know a calm life if it came up an’ shook their hands.

[researchinforidjits]

Yeaaah no spoliers for my life, please and thank y'kindly. Unfortunately for my boys they're very talented at ruining their own life and they're damn near always left wondering how to fix it. 

And then I come in,

You know how it goes. 

[thehuntingwinchester-archive]

Dean smirked, watching Bobby move back to the computer, only to come back for his food. “What, you don’t absolutely love my dashing good looks Bobby?” he teased, following the other over to the table.

"I’m not saying you don’t do technology, but come on. Even I don’t mess with the social websites. Easier for things to track us.”

[researchinforidjits]

He raised the burger to his lips, only to receive a mini-lecture on tracking. It was obvious he wasn't going to eat the thing any time soon so he tossed the plate onto the table, burger going right with it. "Son..." His eyes raised to Deans, half amused, "I have lived a long life, full of death, dying, taxes and arrest warrants. If I'm tracked down an it's my time to go, it's my time to go I suppose." 

[researchinforidjits]

I dunno whether to applaud you for puttin' up with the two of them or do the whole drill to make sure you ain't jus' wearin' a suit.

I’m feelin just about th’same way, to be perfectly honest with ya, Robert. Fortunately for both of us you’re on the other side ‘a some screen, and if you came through it, well…

We’d both know who the demon was, wouldn’t we? 

[soullessbobbysinger]

What?  You think I ain’t me?  An’ i’d be concerned you weren’t feelin’ that way.  Bu’ you min’ I ask a stupid question?  What world ending disaster have the boys gotten themselves into?  

[researchinforidjits]

What world ending disaster haven't the boys gotten themselves--hell, gotten the whole fuckin world into? Most recent disaster? Egyptian deity by the name of Osiris.

Why.  

[researchinforidjits]

"Yeah the rest of my life is bound t’make a short time of it," He chuffed, giving dean a tight hug complete with a hard pat, "Just t’day I’ve been on that website, the uh…The tumblr or whatever it’s fuckin called. Got a message from someone with the URL soullessbobbysinger. Been drinkin ever since, kid." 

[thehuntingwinchester-archive]

Dean lifted an eyebrow “You went on a social media website?” he asked incredulously. “Wow Bobby, you’re getting adventurous in your old age” he said, chuckling.

[researchinforidjits]

The surly look he gave Dean from behind his back hung in the air, absolutely palpable. 

"Not too old t'bend you over my knee, son. Do you forget who does most of you two shithead's research? I have the technology, thanks." He smirked as he sat, then realized he'd forgotten his Burger in the kitchen. 

"...Balls..." As he stood his bones creaked just the littlest bit and he shuffled on past Dean to retrieve his lunch, "So what brings you here, handsome? Or are you just here to dazzle me with your witty repartee." 

[researchinforidjits]

I dunno whether to applaud you for puttin' up with the two of them or do the whole drill to make sure you ain't jus' wearin' a suit.

I'm feelin just about th'same way, to be perfectly honest with ya, Robert. Fortunately for both of us you're on the other side 'a some screen, and if you came through it, well...

We'd both know who the demon was, wouldn't we? 

[researchinforidjits]

fullofwoewednesday started following you

You can use a crossbow, huh? Well that's neat. 

It's a good weapon. Little old fashioned, but the best one's always are.

I'm Bobby. 

[researchinforidjits]

"You think I want to live the rest of my life out coverin asses and researchin for idjits who can’t seem to do it for themselves?" An incredulous look spread across his features and he sighed. "There comes a time in a man’s life where he needs a vacation, a cold beer, and a burger. And I appreciate the concern," Bobby’s face softened, and he scrubbed his cheek a bit with the flat of his palm, "but I made no secret of my plans, if you’ll recall." 

[thehuntingwinchester-archive]

Dean nodded “Understandable, but where you didn’t make a secret of it, you certainly didn’t tell anyone either.” he said, walking forward towards the older hunter. “I can understand wanting a break, Bobby, believe me.” he said, chuckling slightly.

[researchinforidjits]

"Yeah the rest of my life is bound t'make a short time of it," He chuffed, giving dean a tight hug complete with a hard pat, "Just t'day I've been on that website, the uh...The tumblr or whatever it's fuckin called. Got a message from someone with the URL soullessbobbysinger. Been drinkin ever since, kid." 

[researchinforidjits]

Who the hell are you supposed to be?

Well, I'll be Goddamned...I think I'll have another drink right about now. 

[thehuntingwinchester-archive]

"Bobby, where the hell’ve you been?" Dean asked, walking inside the old hunters home to see the other standing in the kitchen.

[researchinforidjits]

His lips pursed with a slight pucker and he turned slowly to see Dean standing in the frame of his kitchen door. One brow arched highly and he leaned back against the counter top where the makings of a thick burger sat. His hands met the edges and he gripped them loosely, looking the kid up and then back down with a slow blink.

"Well I imagine I been right here, y’idjit. Ain’t my fault you didn’t think t’call the Argentinian line. Been laying a bit low. Didn’t want to bother with caller I.D. or screening calls so I mighta fell off the map." 

[thehuntingwinchester-archive]

Dean watched Bobby “Laying low? What the hell’s got you laying low?” he asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. “Sam and I have been a bit worried about you.” he added.

[researchinforidjits]

"You think I want to live the rest of my life out coverin asses and researchin for idjits who can't seem to do it for themselves?" An incredulous look spread across his features and he sighed. "There comes a time in a man's life where he needs a vacation, a cold beer, and a burger. And I appreciate the concern," Bobby's face softened, and he scrubbed his cheek a bit with the flat of his palm, "but I made no secret of my plans, if you'll recall." 

[thehuntingwinchester-archive]

"Bobby, where the hell’ve you been?" Dean asked, walking inside the old hunters home to see the other standing in the kitchen.

[researchinforidjits]

His lips pursed with a slight pucker and he turned slowly to see Dean standing in the frame of his kitchen door. One brow arched highly and he leaned back against the counter top where the makings of a thick burger sat. His hands met the edges and he gripped them loosely, looking the kid up and then back down with a slow blink.

"Well I imagine I been right here, y'idjit. Ain't my fault you didn't think t'call the Argentinian line. Been laying a bit low. Didn't want to bother with caller I.D. or screening calls so I mighta fell off the map." 

[researchinforidjits]

sam-the-sasquatch started following you

An...interesting take on your height. Good wordplay, keep that up someone might think you're some sorta college boy. 

How ya doin, Sam? 

[researchinforidjits]

righteousxhunter started following you

Didn't think I'd be seein you on this place...

[researchinforidjits]

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

Momma teachin me how to make apple pie. 

[carryontotheshire]