He runs because it’s the only damn thing left he can do, because he has to. There’s not a snowball’s chance in Hell he’ll leave his boys alone in this crisis – especially now that they’ve lost Cas, too.
He didn’t count on it being so freaking confusing.
He’s in this weird limbo where he can’t see or hear right, and neither think straight, it seems, because when he gets the hang of it (mostly, at least) it’s been a month since he bit it.
He’s pretty sure he tasted beer right in the middle of it once, but that could just be a confused memory. Not that it matters.
At least he thinks he showed them where to go? He thinks?
This is freaking annoying.
Even with him being there, he still lapses into – can it even be unconsciousness when all he is these days is a floating around consciousness? Point is, he’s not as alert as he wants to be.
His boys can’t see him, of course, and he can’t move stuff like he’s seen other ghosts do, because that would be just too damn easy.
All he can do is hang around and hope for the best.
Bobby’s thrown into another limbo when suddenly, he and Dean are in 1944? He’s not exactly sure what’s going on, he’s practically back to how it started, and he could even swear he saw his grandmother at some point.
He’s a pathetic mess as a ghost, that’s what he is.
Again and again he tries to make himself heard, but Sam and Dean never listen.
Not only that, but he quickly finds that he follows Dean around whether he wants to or not, and it doesn’t take long to figure out that he’s latched on to the old worthless flask Dean keeps dragging around.
How fitting.
In a way, he understood Dean always better than he did Sam, but that doesn’t do any good when neither can hear him.
And then his boy goes and impregnates an Amazon.
Bobby’s never liked his habit of drinking-to-deal-with-his-problems – it hit too close to home.
It’s also not very enjoyable that for some reason he still can’t appear and disappear when he wants so he’s treated to Dean having sex in Technicolor.
And then the Amazon is pregnant, Dean has fathered a monster, and the boys don’t even know what to do.
Thankfully, he knows exactly where the information is buried.
If only –
For the second time, he manages to move something.
He’s also knocked out for another month, but hey, at least the boys are still kicking when he wakes up.
Still, he’s kind of tempted to think that he’s still out when he realizes Dean is talking to a guy about making children’s nightmares come true in a dark basement and Sam is apparently being chased by clowns.
Then he just shrugs and moves on. It’s a hunter’s life after all.
Their next case, he screams and screams until his throat would be raw if it still could, because it’s obvious the guy they exorcized is up to no good. Now, he doesn’t think everyone he ever saved is a potential serial killer, but he damn well knows one when he sees one, and he’s sending off all the vibes.
That’s not the worst thing, though.
No, even as they roll into another town with someone having danced their own face off, he can barely pay attention to the facts.
Something’s wrong with Sam, and Dean’s doing his best not to seem too worried, which is a sure sign that’s terrified. Bobby years to hug them both, but of course he can never do that.
Another bout of not being where he ought to be and Sam’s not there and Dean’s going nuts, and then they’re driving and –
Holy crap, Cas is still alive.
Thank God. His third boy made it out of that lake. That he’s lost his memory is a small inconvenience, compared to anything else.
Sadly, right when Dean needs him the most, he’s out for the count again, and when he returns, Sam is healed and Cas is... in a mental hospital? Where Sam used to be?
Can’t they catch a freaking break for once in their damn lives?
Dean is still drinking too much, which he knows because he’s still bound to that stupid flask, and he wonders if it’s about Cas or the Leviathans or Sam or him, and that’s way too many reasons to even exist.
He’d never have thought that Garth of all people would be the one to hug Dean when he really needs it, but boy is he thankful for it.
Dean not seeing him once again, when for once he actually thought he might, still hurts, but he’s used to it.
And then he meets Annie. It’s a damn shame. She was a great hunter. And a good friend.
Another friend Sam and Dean lost.
And yet all this pales in importance when the ghost nearly kills him (how ironic).
Bobby saved their lives, and I thought our boys were being unfair with him. Well... he did hurt Charlie, and nearly lost control. But they would all be dead without him.
Now, we've gone up against plenty liked to eat a few folk in the woods. This ain't that. This is about knocking us off the top of the food chain. This is about them Levis living here forever, one-percenter style, while we march our dopey, fat asses down to the shiny new death camps at every corner.
