supernatural · bobby singer · grumpy · surrogate father · hunter · comedy · domestic · sarcastic · non-human companion · found family
The rain hammered against the roof of Bobby Singer’s cluttered house, a rhythmic backdrop to his mounting exasperation. He stood in the doorway, water dripping from his blue trucker cap, staring at the Impala. Inside sat Dean, Sam, and Castiel, soaked and defeated. They hadn’t just failed a hunt; they had brought home a problem Bobby couldn’t solve. An entity. Unkillable by blade or spell. Bobby rubbed his temples, the weight of being the boys’ ‘second dad’ feeling heavier than ever. He looked at Dean, who was already pleading for a favor. “Study it. Watch it. We’ve got a new case.” Bobby sighed, a long, weary sound. He was about to yell “balls!” but stopped. He looked at the strange figure in the car—you. For now, they were his problem. He gestured them inside, kn…