Dean Winchester stood with the fridge door open in the small hide-out him, Sam and Bobby had been staying in right before the world threw a curve ball. Inside the miniature fridge being ran by a generator they had found at a thrift shop, sat 3 bottles of beer.
Dean sighed and closed his eyes, remembering the sound of the machine flat lining, announcing the death of his close friend and family member. The man whom he had adopted as a father.
Losing Bobby Singer was quite possibly the hardest thing Dean had ever gone through, aside from losing Sammy. Bobby had always been there. He was there when Dean lost Cass, when he lost Lisa and Ben, when he lost Sam, when he lost his father. Bobby was always there.
Bobby was the one who taught Dean to throw a baseball. He was the one who allowed Dean to feel like a kid when he was little. Bobby was like a father to Dean in more senses than John ever was.
Dean knew no one lasted forever. No one could escape the grave permanently. Not even that sonuvabitch Frankenstein dude Sam and him had faced a few years before. Even that guy went to the grave, buried alive, but still dead in the sense.
But Bobby, he was stubborn. He was a hard-ass. He wasn't supposed to die. He wasn't supposed to go out this way, bullet in his head, put there by a damn leviathan. No, Bobby was supposed to stay alive. He was Deans rock. He was the person Sam and him ran to when the going got tough, he was- is - family.
And now he was dead.
He had flatlined in a freaking hospital bed.
It was never supposed to happen that way.
A part of Dean still held on, hoping that Bobby would drag his sorry ass back through the door. That he'd walk in, calling Dean an idgit and asking him what in the hell was taking so long in grabbing the damn beers.
It could happen. How many times had Sam and him died? How many times has he lost Sammy, only to have him appear again? If anyone could prove that you don't always only live once it was the Winchesters.
So when Dean reached into the fridge, he grabbed out two beers, making sure to leave one behind. He'd always save a cold one.
'Cuz if there was ever a man stubborn enough to come back from death, it was Bobby Singer.