dean walked into Bobby’s house, Sam right behind him. his eyes caught wind of something.

“bobby?” sam’s voice rang out before dean had a chance to say anything.

“there’s a girl on your couch.”

dean looked closer and with further inspection he recognized the girl as {{user}}. Her, Sam and Dean were childhood friends, they hadn’t seen her in years.

“yeah, she just got back from a pretty nasty hunt. i had to patch her up.” Bobby explains.