"Yeah. Okay."
Bobby trudged upstairs and eyed them in their narrow beds.
Alarmed? Bobby? No… not at all.
Everything was fine. Would be.
"Uh, boys, you awake?"
Two sets of eyes swivelled towards him. They'd been waiting.
How to tell them? Should he stay at the bedroom door? Sit on one of the beds maybe? He wasn't a father - didn't know what to do.
"Boys, your dad's gonna be gone for a while."
Sam stifled his crying but Dean went to him anyway.
Bobby couldn't help it. He gathered them both into his arms.
Father or not, he loved them.