A celebration with beer. Hunters getting hammered ((closed RP, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Bobby))

[junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com]

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.

“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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[nerdofthelord.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," he said, kissing her forehead, and he didn't just mean for breakfast. He could have survived the foregoing day alone, if it had been required of him, but he was thankful beyond words that it had not.

Her company would not have been unwelcome, if she had chosen to accompany him. But there was also a certain clarity to be found in solitude, and it would do him good to spend some time there.

He rose and went to get cleaned up; yet another inefficient, time-consuming human ritual that wasn't necessary, but that he'd learned to appreciate in recent months for the small comforts it offered.