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After the raw emotions of that afternoon Bobby was grateful for Death for her suggesion that he and the boys spend some time together. He had missed spending time with them, and now that Dean was liberated from that bizzare-as-hell reality show, they certainly had cause to celebrate.
He arrived over in Ravenclaw’s bar first and found a comfortable corner table. It was one the hunters had taken over regularly during their outings to the bar. A tray full of cold beer was waiting for Sam, Dean and Castiel to arrive.
He arrived over in Ravenclaw’s bar first and found a comfortable corner table. It was one the hunters had taken over regularly during their outings to the bar. A tray full of cold beer was waiting for Sam, Dean and Castiel to arrive.
“Hey Bobby,” Sam said with a grin, the first to show. He clapped the hunter on the shoulder, happy to see him out again. He also had a few causes to celebrate; Death’s promise to intervene and keep him and Adam out of the cage, and a lovely blonde girl by the name of Sookie Stackhouse. “Where’s everyone else?”
“You know you brother, he’s always runnin a little late,” he said with a grin, passing a beer over to the younger man. “You seem pretty chipper lately.”
His grin widened. “I’ve had good reason to be.”
“Cryptic ass.”
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Date: 2011-03-14 01:47 am (UTC)"I'm sorry," he said automatically, staggering upright to brace himself against a nearby wall. "I--" He bent slightly, grimacing and involuntarily bringing a hand to his head. Too much dubious liquor and an inherently sickening conversation, thoroughly shaken up by the tumble and the head-crack, caught up with him suddenly and violently, and his stomach made known its displeasure in no uncertain terms.
"Dean, I'm sorry," he repeated miserably, and winked out to the nearest lavatory before all that firewhiskey came right back up onto the glass-strewn floor.
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Date: 2011-03-15 12:59 am (UTC)"Sorry...you..." The hunter turned his head, shock on his face "Damn it Cas! Don't you run off." He staggered to his feet and took one step forward to go look for the angel. Partly in anger, the other part in concern, neither of them melding very well in his drunken state.
As his foot hit the ground, Dean's body followed suit and the hunter ended up face flat on the ground, he was barely holding dinner down "I'm gonna... oh crap."
Dean didn't have zapping powers and the hunter just barely snagged a nearby potted plant and got rid of every thing in his stomach in a few seconds.
"Son of a bitch...." he turned, slumped, defeated as an arm draped over his upraised knees and his head hung.
"Cas...just never thought it would be Cas."
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Date: 2011-03-15 01:09 am (UTC)It took a phenomenal amount of concentration to find some paper and a functioning quill, but Sam managed to scratch out a brief note. The prospect of going all the way to the owlry was a little too daunting in his state, so he simply called a house elf and asked them to deliver the note to her.
His message on the way, Sam staggered back to the other empty couch and promptly passed out on it.