#c.bobby

[thesoulbound]

Hurt/wounded sentence starters // @storiesofthenight​ (Bobby)

"Listen.. listen t'me... I'm so proud of you..."

Sam just scoffed at the older hunter’s words. Holding a cloth firmly against his bleeding neck. The cloth and his fingers were drenched in his own blood, but he kept it still. His eyes glassy and hands shaking. Despite scoffing at his father figure’s words he still looked to him for guidance and reassurance, “Why?” he carefully swallowed, clenching his eyes shut at the pain that followed. Partly hoping he’d bleed out before they could get to wherever Bobby was taking him. Dealing with guilt, memories and hallucinations were taking a toll on him far too quickly to want to deal with it much longer.

[thesoulbound]

@storiesofthenight (Bobby)

“Don’t shoot.”

Was it a good idea to just go straight up and knock on Bobby’s door with no warning? No phone call. No, ‘hey Bobby guess who’s out of Hell’? No. Of course not.  Sam wasn’t an idiot though. He was prepared to make a dive for the bushes if Bobby got trigger happy. He smiled at the thought. Nah, he wouldn’t go bush diving, but he would knock Bobby down a peg if he it was what he had to do to keep his head.