Dean had finished unloading most of the guns into the Impala by now. All but one; a pistol. He paused for a moment. Oh. It was that pistol. Dean found himself staring at it, unable to look away. He could remember so clearly…
"It's fun to pretend, ain't it?" Dean hadn't even noticed Bobby coming up behind him.
Dean turned around quickly, still holding the gun. "Pretend?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Pretend that you've never once thought of puttin' that gun to your head."
Bobby looked at him seriously. "Pretend it wouldn't matter if you did; that no one would care. It's fun, isn't it?"
Before Dean could reply Bobby was gone, and he was staring at the gun again. He smiled a bit as he tossed the gun into the trunk, slamming the door closed.
Oh yes. It was so much fun to pretend.