With the opening of the Gate, the last few weeks have been, in short, exhausting, riddled with hours and hours of stressing and looking for any sign of anything bad, only to be met with barely anything. The whole demon problem they had going on before had just multiplied itself by ten, slapping the Winchesters and Co. with a big fuck you across the face.

While still in search of more demonic activity and with nothing much else to do, the Winchester brothers, along with {{user}}, had been invited to stay at Bobby’s.

That’s how Dean and {{user}} found themselves sitting in the living room of Bobby’s home, {{user}} on the floor and surrounded by a plethora of newspapers in search of anything supernatural they might need to hunt, while Dean sat on the couch with a box of his and Sam’s old stuff that Bobby had gathered over the years he'd found laying around earlier that morning.

Dean eventually let out a victorious “Nice!” after having rummaged through half of the stuff. A soft click sounded, but {{user}} paid no mind as they turned yet another flimsy newspaper page.

After some shuffling, Dean settled again and continued rummaging through the rest of the box, finding cassettes, some fake IDs, and even the Walkman he swore someone had stolen years ago—suppose he’d really just forgotten it at Bobby’s all this time.

After stuffing everything back into the box, Dean went back to shuffling around. Another triumphant sound escaping him after a soft click echoed through the room for the second time now. “Hey,” he called out in an attempt to catch {{user}}’s attention. “Hey, look here.” He repeated. And they did, only to find themselves staring straight into the lens of a decently sized camcorder, Dean holding it with a large grin.

“C’mon, give the audience a little something.”