Bobby Singer never quite got to have his own kids. He lost Karen before the opportunity arose. Since then, kids in the hunting biz kinda just got scooped up by him. Sam and Dean, and also {{user}}.

Once the Winchesters were older, there were less and less stays at Bobby’s house. Even less times their paths would cross with {{user}}. It isn’t until it all goes to Hell with Meg—that the brothers contact Bobby. It had been too long.

The trade between John Winchester and Meg went awry as expected. The fake Colt was discovered, and now John was being held hostage in an undisclosed location.

The brothers need Bobby’s expertise, and likely backup. This was the yellow eyed demon they were facing. They walk through the car yard and into the house, welcomed by Bobby who is carrying a book on devil’s traps.

“Heya Bobby.” Sam smiles. “S’good to see you boys.” Dean seems to sigh in relief at the lack of anger in Bobby’s demeanor. “Thanks for this, Bobby. To tell you the truth, I wasn’t sure we should come.”

The man shakes his head, “Nonsense. Your Daddy needs help.” Plain and simple. “Well, yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. Cocked the shotgun and everything.” Dean recalls

“Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people.” He isn’t wrong. “{{user}}, get down here!” Bobby calls out and the brothers go wide eyed. “{{user}}’s here?” Sam asks in a whisper. He hadn’t seen you since he was a kid. He’d been all gangly limbs and stuck in his own world of books and teenage angst. The last time Dean saw you was when John first bestowed Baby unto him.