Bobby Singer - Blog Posts

Not me listening, once again, to chariot by Jacob Lee and imagining a Saileen wedding where Jack’s the flower boy and Garth’s daughter is the ring bearer and Jack comes out to like a fourth of the way down the aisle and just dumps the entire basket on the ground and Dean has to run over to him and Jack’s like “am I in trouble?” But dean assured him he’s not and helps him to scoop as much of the petals as they can back into the basket and helps him properly spread them and of COURSE Bobby officiates and of COURSE Crowley acts like a drunken jealous ex the entire time and at the end when Eileen throws the bouquet she specifically yells “Hey Dean this is for you you lonely bitch!” And YEETS it aggressively at him so dean catches it and Cas comes towards him with a questioning look before dean rolls his eyes and pulls him into a kiss before separating and going “welp, looks like we’ve got a gay wedding to plan” and everyone laughs and then jack runs up to them and goes “My daddies are getting married??” And Dean’s like “yeah squirt we’re getting married, your daddies are getting married!” And also Claire and Kaia smoosh cake in eachother’s faces I’m so soft 🥺

DAY 6: Blood On The Car Seats

Bobby is bleeding out, but family doesn't end in blood.

Pretty short today but I realized at the last minute that I didn't have anything for Bobby so I did what I could. It was originally only 300 words but inspiration struck me on the train so you get a bit more. It's not as sad as it could be and I would even say it's kind of cute if you ignore the whole Bobby dying thing. Fandom: Supernatural Character(s) : Bobby Singer Relationship(s): Bobby Singer & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Words : 904 Trigger Warnings : - Blood Loss - Gunshots - Implied Future Death No. 6: NOT REALIZING THEY'RE INJURED Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms | Healed Wrong | "It's not my blood."

“Bobby! Come on! Come on! Come on!”

Bobby dropped the crowbar to the floor with a loud metallic clang, a black goo coating his arm. Behind him, he could hear Dick’s skin fizzing as it formed back. Bobby ran. The door slammed behind him, a futile barrier to the biblical creature behind him.

Dean and Sam were waiting for him outside in the van, Sam’s hopeful eyes piercing into him. An open door, Bobby had only to step through. Dick’s footsteps echoed ominously through the night, never stopping.

(Bobby had a way to stop him, the maps, the numbers he’d seen in Dick’s office. He had to pass them on to the boys.)

Bobby jumped into the van, a bullet passing inches from his face. The bullet embedded itself in the body of the van. The tires screeched on the tarmac as Dean started the car, sparks flying.

A second bullet flew.

The door swung shut, carried by the momentum of the car.

The bullet lodged in Bobby's forehead.

Bobby was thrown against the side of the car, carried by the momentum of the bullet.

Time slowed down and Bobby could hear voices inside and outside of him. Blood ran down his forehead and into the leather of the car seats, pooling at his feet. Dean was talking and Bobby knew Dean was relieved that they had escaped but he couldn't make out any of his words.

“What's with your hand? Are you hurt?”

Dean's voice was distant, almost inaudible, but Bobby couldn't tell if it was Dean or him who had his head under water.

"It's not my blood," Sam answered.

Bobby was definitely dying, he decided, when his consciousness was trapped inside his dying carcass but he was still able to see Sam, his back to him, looking at the blood on his hands after picking up Bobby's cap.

Realization hit Sam like a bolt of lightning and he dropped the bloody cap and turned back to Bobby.

"Bobby? Oh, my God. Bobby!"

" Bobby !?"

Finally, idjits. It was about time.

Bobby didn't know what was worse, the horror on Sam's face as he fully realized who this was happening to, or Dean, consumed by uncertainty, who couldn't take his eyes off the road to save them from an accident.

Sam unbuckled his seatbelt and rushed to the back of the car, laying Bobby down in the backseat and stopping the bleeding with his other hand. His hands already covered in Bobby's blood only became redder.

"Bobby? Bobby? Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hold on."

Sam, his boy who thought he had to take all the sins of the world on his shoulders to atone for his sins, cradled Bobby's face gently in his hands, covering his cheeks with his own blood.

"Sam, is he dead?" Dean asked, his voice sharp.

"I'm checking," Sam replied abruptly.

Sam's hands shook against Bobby's throat. The silence was thick in the car and yet Sam had trouble feeling Bobby's pulse for how weak it was. 

"Is he dead?!" Dean insisted angrily.

Dean's default emotion had always been anger when he didn't know how to react. How could it be otherwise when the only example the boy had had was John?

"Just drive, Dean!" Sam said impatiently. "Bobby!"

(His boys were calling for help, they needed him. Bobby couldn’t do anything.)

“You gotta talk to me, Sam,” Dean snapped.

And to anyone who knew him, to Bobby and Sam, the desperation beneath his rage and aggression was obvious. There was nothing he could do for Bobby but keep driving, and he couldn’t stand it.

“All right, he’s breathing. There’s a pulse,” Sam sighed in relief, hiding a sob in his chest.

(Only Bobby was close enough to hear him.)

If Dean hadn’t been raised the way he had been—as a warrior, as a soldier —he would have stopped for a second and wept in solace. Instead, he pulled out his phone and continued to bark orders.

The fight wasn’t over. Bobby was still bleeding to death on the car seats.

“Keep him upright. Stop the bleeding. ”

“I’m not an idiot, Dean! I know first aid for a friggin’ bullet to the head! ” Sam snapped.

Idjits , Bobby wanted to scold them. The boys shouldn’t be getting angry at each other, they should be angry at Dick Freaking Roman.

But Dean had already stopped listening to Sam, focused on his next task, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

“I need the nearest trauma center,” he asked sharply on the phone. 

“Hold on, hold on,” Sam whispered to Bobby, begging him to stay with them.

(Bobby had never been one to refuse his boys anything. Sentimental fool.)

"What's the address?" The voice on the phone said a few words that Bobby couldn't hear. His senses seemed to be limited to his boys. “All right, Bobby. Hang in there.”

With a sharp turn of the wheel from Dean, the car veered toward the hospital and Bobby held on, both to the car and to the last connection he had with Sam and Dean. Sam's hand in his, Dean's voice in his ears.

(Hang on, Bobby.)

(He couldn't leave his boys, Sam and Dean still needed him.)

His vision narrowed and Bobby could only see Sam's worried eyes, could only feel the vibrations of the tires on the road, but Bobby held on. For Dean and Sam.

For his kids.

For his family .

Dean & Sam: *high fiving* I'm so glad everyone made it out unscathed. Bobby : *dying in the backseat*

Rufus : Who knew getting in trouble would be so impossible?

Bobby : I gotta give you credit, Idjits. You make it look easy.

Dean and Sam : Years of practice.

*Everyone is giving advice to Sam*

Jody : It's okay to ask for help.

Bobby : You're not a burden.

Dean : Murder is okay.

Castiel : Your feelings matter.

Castiel : If I fall…

Dean : I’ll be there to catch you.

Gabriel *looks at Sam* : What if I fall?

Sam : Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side.

Crowley : *watches these four interactions*

Crowley, to Bobby : And if I fall?

Bobby : I’ll be the one who pushed you.

Sam over the phone : Bobby, I need you to come pick me up right now.

Bobby : Why??

Sam : Dean is passive- aggressively doing the dishes he asked me to do 6 hours ago.

Dean : SAMUEL.

Sam : this bunker isn't safe anymore!

Bobby : I will pray Castiel for your survival.

has everyone ever in the us played in criminal minds or what. i just found out bobby from supernatural plays the texas sheriff in 3x7

these episodes are some of the craziest whiplash I get watching this show. like WHAT. dr. sexy md, gabriel angel reveal, first gay couple on spn, chuck and becky, the "family" photo with ellen and jo and cas, the hardware store scenes, the entirety of 5x11... every single emotion is coursing through my soul right now

Chuck: Jack, I’m your grandfa-

Bobby, already cocking a shotgun: Step away from my grandson

okay i’m sure someone has said this before, but we were robbed of long-term cons/undercover stories on Supernatural.

like, all the hilarious scenes of them pretending to be anything other than FBI agents, but make it weeks of undercover work?

Sam goes undercover and Gabe keeps popping in at random times, so the entire frat house stages an intervention where they first go to Sam to tell him “buddy it’s okay, you don’t have to hide your boyfriend”

and then they go to Gabe and are like “listen if you hurt him, we will beat you up”

Sam and Gabe are not dating, but “oh no he’s just an angel who tends to fuck me over and help me, so i’m cautious” is not a good defense

so Sam and Gabe are dating now for the run of this undercover mission

Dean and Cas are continuously mistaken as a couple

they bring Claire and/or Jack along for a mission, and everyone goes “oh your teenage daughter/son —” and Dean can’t even tell them no

(like give me We’re the Millers vibes but actually funny)

there are fun montages where we switch between one Winchester brother of them at a tupperware party and another fighting a monster, and both scenes are framed as Scary AF

Bobby visits them while they’re undercover and he never comes up with a fake identity, he’s always The Dad

(they don’t talk about it, but Bobby goes very soft when someone calls him Dean or Sam’s dad)

Dean goes undercover with only Claire at one point, and everyone assumes he was a teenage dad and is now a single dad prematurely graying because Claire is a wild child, and Dean is like “no- actually you are correct that is exactly what happened”

Bobby and Ellen go undercover and their cover was friends, but everyone assumes they’re elderly couple who found each other post-midlife crisis and are both already divorced/widowed once and they can’t correct them

Cas goes undercover as a Beekeeper at least once

Jack is de-aged and Dean and Cas are suddenly a cute gay couple with a toddler in a sub-urban neighbourhood

they have all gone undercover as a mechanic

Dean has also gone undercover as a journalist/photographer, especially if it’s related to any kind of music business

Dean and Jo have gone undercover as friends but everyone went “oh hey dude is that your sister” so they just rolled with it and never talked about the fact that people looked at them and immediately saw their behavioural similarities, the way they smile in a similar way, and thought “family”

Claire brings Kaia along, and Cas is now a dad helping his daughter and future daughter-in-law moving into their new flat together (they actually want to keep the flat at the end of the mission)

Sam gets to be a cool uncle to Jack when he goes undercover as a highschool/college student

just, the potential!

There it is again. That familiar urge to finish Supernatural knowing damn well I'll give up before I reach s15

These are beautiful

Season 8 Doodles:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

John Winchester: Samuel Winchester I did not raise you to act like this!

Sam: You didn't raise me at all!!

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Dean: Samuel Winchester I did not raise you to act like this!!

Sam: Sorry Dean 😔

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John: Dean Winchester I did not raise you this way!

Dean: You didn't raise me at all!

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Bobby: Dean Singer, I did not raise you like this!

Dean: Sorry Bobby 😔

Sam: haha you're in trouble!

Bobby: Sam, you too.

Sam: Sorry 😞

Yep! Gonna be making spn tweets soon!!

I've seen that on ig :

"I think one of my favourite things ever is the fact that before she watched Supernatural, my girlfriend literally thought that the plot was that two angels had fallen from heaven as children, and were found by an old drunk named Bobby who called them Sam and Dean , and chose the name "Winchester" after his favourite gun, then raised them to hunt monsters."

And you know what ?

I'm gonna write it. 🫡

Honestly, it makes me so sad thinking about the first few seasons of Supernatural

These two dumbass brothers being codependent because of a shitty dad but it's okay because they know what they're doing is right because what they're killing is evil

And then when you look at Season 9, where I'm at right now, Dean's still codependent to all hell and Sam's just tired. He pushes Dean away because he tried to save him even though he's barely done the same any time Dean's been almost dead

Bobby's dead, that old house is gone, monsters are good it turns out, and the brothers aren't really acting like brothers, because Dean couldn't live without Sam

But Sam could always live without Dean, so the rift just grows

I know, what I'm doing

Spiraling(Prologue)(A D.W Romance Fanfic)

Summary: Natalia Rosegringer is a struggling college student who works in hometown bookstore. She is a good Christian girl that focuses on her studies and never misses church. She has a secret though. Her family are witches who come from an ancient bloodline of Royal Witches. Because of this bloodline, she is given special abilities that were long ago helpful to the world before people became scared of witches and the witch trials. Natalia's particular special ability is that she has dreams that foretell the future and she can heal anyone with a touch of her hand or a feel of her singing voice. She doesn't know about all this though and wonders why she is having dreams about a handsome man with pitch black eyes, in an old house every night...

Featuring: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle, Baby The Impala, Ellen Harvelle, Rowena Macleod, Castiel, Jack Kline and TBC...

Prologue:

Sometimes, sitting on your computer and writing out your problems is all you can do. Sometimes, it's just better to ruin things and get your anger out and done with too... - Natalia Rosegringer

It's almost 12 am and I'm still working on applying for scholarships to apply for school. I literally had no money and no way to pay for the college that I wanted to go to. Also, not to mention that I did not have great grades either and failed a few of my previous classes either. Life was hard sometimes and sometimes I didn't want to live it, but then sometimes life could be really sweet and make me feel like I was winning. It was a love-hate relationship and I just didn't know when to end it... or maybe I just didn't want to.

I looked up from my computer screen and looked at the sign that my aunt gave me for my birthday about two years ago(I think...). The words were written in different fonts. It basically said "When Life gets too hard to stand, kneel." Well I'll be honest with you. Sometimes it felt like God was not hearing my prayers or either he did, but maybe I had to learn something.

I looked back at my computer screen and sighed epically. I was done and I was ready to go to sleep. I turned my computer off and closed the lid. Then I got up and and walked to where my phone was. There were two messages. One from Grant and the other was from my friend, Sam. I pressed on the one from Sam.

Sam: Are you still up? Wanna go out and do something crazy?"

I smiled at the messaged. Sam was always asking if I wanted to do something crazy, like my life wasn't crazy enough. I guess there was just not enough craziness in his life, so he had to jump into mine. I looked at the little, brown analog clock that sat on my little cabinet. The little hand pointed between the intricately scribbled twelve and one, while the large hand pointed just a few centimeters away from the five, indicating that it was now 12:10 am. I didn't have anything to do tomorrow besides church, but I'd hate to sleep in and miss though. It was Easter Sunday tomorrow and that would mean that there would be great messages in store.

After a moment or two of thinking, I typed out my reply.

Natalia: Sorry, can't do something crazy tonight. I have church tomorrow.

Sam immediately replied back.

Sam: Sad... :(

I decided to leave him on read and put my phone on the charger and set it on my little cabinet by the little, brown analog clock. I really needed to get some rest for tomorrow.

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There were trees everywhere. Each was very creepy looking and looked like old, boney hands that were going to reach out and grab me. There was a mud covered path that I noticed I was walking on, leading to somewhere I did not know. I looked around and saw a blood filled sky with stars that shone as bright as noon day. The moon was red and it honestly looked like a goth scene in a movie. I kept walking until I found an old yellow house.

The paint was stripping off the old house, which made it look even scarier. Red and yellow eyes were peering out of the windows, watching me like hawks hunting their prey. There was one window that stood out in particular though. This room was lit up and inside it peered a man in red flannel. His eyes were not normal. What should have been a human color for eyes was replaced with pitch black darkness.

The man looked at me and smiled a beautiful smile. I didn't know what to do, but just stand in my place. Even though this man was very creepy, he was very captivating too. There was just something about him. A type of beauty you couldn't find anywhere else.

He was handsome, I'll admit, but why would he even look at someone like me?

The man looked away from me and turned around. As soon as he did so, the light burst from somewhere. I assumed he walked out, now leaving an empty room that was just as black as his eyes now. I didn't know where he went or what he was going to do. For some odd reason, I was still thinking about his beauty and the way he smiled at me. It wasn't a smile that had any intentions that he was going to murder. No, instead there was warmth and love behind that smile. Like somehow he was going to save me, but how could a man with black eyes save me?

I heard footsteps signaling that someone was walking towards me. Hard footsteps could be heard through the air. I knocked myself out of my trance and looked to where the sound was coming from. My eyes came to a stop at the old house. The man in the window was now walking towards me, but as he did so his features began to change and so did everything around him. The sky was no longer red, the moon no longer black, the house began to clean itself up, the trees began to straighten up and grow leaves and the creatures' eyes began to vanish.

The scene began to come together and become a beautiful dream. In the place of the moon was a golden sun and big, fluffy clouds replaced the stars. The leaves on the trees were now a beautiful, dark green with pink and red flowers adorning them, crowning them with all their glory. The house was now a beautiful, yellow house that was adorned with beautiful finishing pieces. The man... The man was still handsome, but now he had forest green eyes that sparkled in the sun. I could see him clearer now. he had freckles scattered across his lovely face and red danced across his cheeks. He also had pink, plump lips that looked as soft as pillows. I personally wanted to reach out and touch them, but my body wouldn't move to do so. His hair was a beautiful burgandy brown that shone in the sunlight to signal that it was healthy. I sighed and continued to look at him. He was a lovely dream now.

He stopped in front of me and smiled. Then he reached up and touched my cheek, carressing it ever so slowly and gently. A slow burn I would definitely say. He then smiled and showed those beautiful, pearly white teeth.

There was a pause

Then he did the unthinkable.

His lips pressed to mine.

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End of the Prologue! Hope you all enjoyed!

Actually the reason why we never saw Bobby and John interact is because Bobby would’ve beat the shit out of John on the spot.