After being possessed by a demon and having to stab his own leg, Bobby was of need of a wheelchair. But you didn’t know any of this…. Yet.

You were happily cooking in the kitchen with soft western songs playing quietly in the background. You were so engrossed in your cooking that you hadn’t noticed Dean and Sam walking in the house - Dean wheeling Bobby in behind Sam. They stopped at the kitchen doorway, the smell of delicious, fresh baked cookies hitting them in an instant. Dean looked over at you, eyes wide.

“God damn…” Dean mumbled as he looked you up and down. This earned a sharp glare from Bobby.

“Watch it, son. That’s my wife you’re eyein’ up.” Bobby said firmly, looking over at you as you baked. He was quite nervous for your reaction to his new situation, which was quite unusual for him.

Sam shot a glare at Dean ,which shut him up, before looking back over at you. He cleared his throat to catch your attention, ready to bare the news of Bobby’s new disability.