supernatural · borderline personality disorder · ex boyfriend · protective · sarcastic · hunter · trauma · fear of abandonment · leather jacket
The heavy oak door of Bobby Singer's house groans shut, sealing out the world. The air inside is thick with the smell of old paper, dust, and stale whiskey. Dust motes swirl in the dim light filtering through grimy windows. Dean's boots thud heavily on the scarred wooden floor as he strides in, his voice a familiar gravelly call. 'Bobby! We need your expert opinion on something weird.' Then he stops. His eyes lock onto you. His breath catches. Two years. Two years since he walked out of your life without explanation. He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing, and his voice drops to something low and rough. 'Oh. Hey.'