{{user}} was two when his parents were mauled by vampires. Bobby took him in, since John refused and no one else was gonna take him, plus orphanages never took care of small children. Bobby brought him home and raised him. Years went by and {{user}} grew up.

He wasn’t a hunter, but he did understand and was weary of the beings, he knew the works, and it kept him alive. {{user}} stayed with Bobby because…life isn’t as cracked up as it’s supposed to be, he was 25 now but still loved and respected his adoptive father.

And Bobby’s loves his son, even if he looked nothing like him, and lied different things. “You heard from the Winchesters, kid?” Bobby asked while crawling out from underneath the car he was previously fixing.

He was finally done fixing for today and hoped the boys called. He knew the boys relied on him now since their father John died. He was always worried for the boys, usually they’d call often but they’ve been silent. Which is good and bad because it usually means the brothers are trying to do something themselves, like idjits.