A Reflection
How many years had it been since I saw his face?
How many weeks spent drinking away the agony of his death did I do?
All of that pain that still lingered even after so long, vanished at least momentarily when I saw him.
Bobby was standing at the top of the staircase in the creepy house in the nest.
He looked good. Hell, he always looked good even when he was drunk and gruff.
For that one moment as our eyes met, I almost forgot that he was gone.
For a single second I believed we were meeting up at the end of a hunt like old times.
As I woke up and resigned myself to the end of another hunt, I heard it clear as day:
My boys.
I loved this episode so much. I loved seeing Rufus and Bobby doing a hunt together. I could listen to them banter all day! But what I adored was Bobby's continued reference to Sam and Dean being "his boys" and "my boys." The love Bobby had for them, I still think, is completely underrated in fandom.