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[bobby-ya-idjit]

Burnt Bones | Open

Since Bobby discovered that burning bones that belonged to demons in their human days killed them, he has been doing a bit of flame throwing. It was a very useful tactic of interrogation, since demons were not the most talkative of species. It hurt more than holy oil and killed slower than the demon blade. Making it the most useful thing Bobby has come across in months.

He was in the middle of threatening to burn the third demon's bones in one day when the doorbell rang. "Dammit." He cursed under his breath. Bobby slammed the flame thrower on the work bench and duct taped the demon's mouth shut. "Quiet." He said quickly before climbing up his old wooden stairs and locked the door behind him. The doorbell rang a few more times in impatience. "Alright I'm comin'!"

[bobby-ya-idjit]

Visiting Hours | Bobby and Lisa

For the first time in who knows how long Bobby had a few hours of time off. No case, angel crap was at a dead end, and he had nothing to do. So he wandered into his backyard and found a car in the unlimited supply that he wanted to work on. He pushed it into his workshop and began shifting the frame as best he could back to normal, replacing tires, and polishing miscellaneous parts here and there.

He was just about to start under the hood when he heard the doorbell ring. There goes his leisure time. If someone was at his door, it meant no more free time for at least a couple more weeks, because by the time this person leaves, someone will call and need something. It always happened.

He wiped his greasy hands on a spare rag laying around and headed towards the house. As he got to the house he wandered over to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He then headed to the front door where his next issue was just on the other side. Bobby opened it, and surprisingly was welcomed by Lisa.

"Oh, Hey Lisa. Come on in."

[bobby-ya-idjit]

Gender Bender | Open

Bobby had stayed up all night buried in his books trying to find a solution to one of his old buddies cases. After getting nowhere by about 6 a.m. and drinking over a bottle of whiskey he decided to hit the hay.

His naps consisted of tossing and turning for hours until he couldn't stand it anymore, and then he would go back to his books. But this time was different. This time he must have actually fallen asleep because when he woke up he felt... odd. By the time Bobby slipped back into consciousness, he was on his stomach and something was restricting his chest from laying flat on the bed.

Half asleep, Bobby lifted himself up and his eyes widened.

He turned himself around and sat upright looking down at the new lumps on his chest, boobs. "What in the.." He finally realized. And not only did an added feature to his chest appear, a body part from below was gone.

Bobby lifted up his now loose jeans... nothing. He obviously did NOT have a gender change surgically, so who or what did this magic trick on him... well her.

He got up and walked to the bathroom so he could get a better look at himself. Once there, he took a few seconds to take it all in. He was a woman. Not too bad looking either. Granted he was wearing his old plaid shirt that didn't fit him very well at the moment, but not too shabby.

After standing there for a few minutes feeling what it was like to have boobs, gigantic ones no less, he peeled himself away from the mirror knowing he would have some research to do. Not only on the case for his buddy, but also to see what the hell went on while he was passed out.

He was about to sit down at his desk when he heard a knock on the door.

[theyoungesthas-been]

Familiar Faces || College AU || Adam and Elizabeth

If Elizabeth had expected being at the same college as her brother’s best friend to be weird, it wasn’t. Actually, it was almost a comfort; not because she had someone to talk to, but because it meant she had a small sense of security. A mental safety-net, if you will. It wasn’t that they ran into each other that often—Adam was in his third year of classes, after all, compared to her first—just a few chance encounters complete with waves and smiles. (And, usually a few questions from her friends about him. What was he like? How did she know him? Was he really as flirty as the rumors said?) But Adam had been in her life for as long as she could remember, so having him at school with her was… normal. Still, she didn’t pass up any opportunities to catch up when she had them. Maybe that was why she stood at the end of his table at the library, fingers skimming over the back of the chair across from him as Elizabeth smiled and shifted her books. “Mind if I sit here?”

[bobby-ya-idjit]

The Handy Mechanic || Lisa & Bobby

It had been a long week and Bobby was looking forward to having the night off for the first time in who knows how long. That's when he heard a knock on the door breaking his train of thought. He sighed knowing whoever was on the other side needed something, which meant no relaxing for him. But why would he expect any different? There was always someone at his door or someone on the phone wanting him to do something or another for them.

He got up and lazily grabbed his gun, letting it drop to his side like it was 50 lbs. Dragging his feet, Bobby tried to widen his eyes and look remotely awake. As he got to the door and opened it, Lisa was waiting.

Last he saw her they didn't exactly have the best visit or leave on the greatest terms. She needed to get some things off her chest and he just happened to be that person she took it out on. He appreciated her trust in him and her comfort in telling him her feelings, but he didn't always have time to listen to her issues. He had enough of those on his own. Bobby wondered what she wanted this time, someone to rant to or actual work he could do for her.

He liked Lisa, but she was a woman and that meant listening to every problem she had ever had in the last 6 months.

"Long time no see Lisa." Bobby put on a slight smile and opened the door wider to let her in.

[demondelaney-blog]

Last Call Casualty || OPEN

The night out with Deanna had been wonderful, as Delaney expected, but she still wasn't quite ready to go back and face Zay. She checked her phone again, still no messages from him. Did he even care that she hadn't been to the house in, what, almost a week now? To be fair, he might not have noticed, he could still be out doing whatever Crowley's latest assignment for him was, but a large part of her did not want to be fair. 

She walked down the street, lost in her thoughts until she came across that  bar, the one run by hunters. It was stupid and dangerous for her to go in, but she was feeling reckless and didn't care. She shoved open the door and sauntered to the bar, ordering a whiskey sour and turning her back on the bartender. It was more interesting to people watch - the mixture of civilians and hunters, plus, if her sense of smell wasn't deceiving her, a creature or two mixed in. It was a volatile combination and yet everyone seemed calm. She sipped her drink slowly and debated whether or not to disrupt that peace.