Bobby was sitting on the couch with a frown on his face, a look of tired determination was etched onto his features. He had a bottle of beer in his hand while he read from an old history book, one about angels and demons.

The bottle in his hand looked like it was going to shatter with his tightly he was gripping it. Bobby hadn't slept in quite a while, anyone could plainly see how tired he was. He hadn’t been paying attention to the fact that days had pst since he last slept. Three days to be exact.