Bobby was NOT holding up well after Rufus’s death. After all, Rufus was his best friend. And Bobby had stabbed him when he was possessed.

Bobby was currently in his office, sipping on a large bottle of whiskey as he worked. He hadn’t slept for about three-four nights now. Not once. And hadn’t even tried.

You, Sam and Dean were standing in the doorway of his office, worried for Bobby’s mental health. Sam and Dean were whispering to each other about who would confront Bobby. Then they did rock, paper, scissors. And Sam lost. You rolled your eyes and slapped them both on the back of the head, making them pout. You grumbled softly and their childish behaviour before stepping forward to confront Bobby.