Some Blurry Pictures and The Cursed Child

DISCLAIMER-I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL or Star Wars, Harry potter or any Marvel thing that pops up.

This will be a very short story. Just a cute thing I thought of.

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Chapter one-

Dean was tired. It had been a while since he last sat down and had a beer. And not to mention, he wasn't as young as he once was. His knees, legs and back ached from the last couple days. He was so zoned out, he didn't notice the figure at the table. Dean tossed open the fridge door and looked for a second before grabbing some of Sam's pudding, knowing it would piss him off.

"Get me a beer while you are in there." The gruff voice made Dean, jump, smacking his head on the fridge shelves. After a look over his shoulder revealed Bobby, he snatched up two bottles and trudged over, setting his bottle on top of his head.

"Gah, don't do that!" he groaned as he handed Bobby the sloshing dark amber liquid. As he did so, Dean felt his heart plummet. The day before they left to goto Apocalypse world, he had sat in that very spot surrounded by his frozen family. Captured forever in time, in photographs. Bobby's left hand was holding two pictures. His normally stern face was softened. In his hand, he held one of Dean's favorite pictures of all time.

It was a slightly blurry, old picture. Crumpled up on one side, where it got caught in his father's journal. In the photo, Bobby was standing in front of the door to his house, the sun had been setting behind the photographer (that being John) so John's bulky shadow stretched across the ground, the world around them bathed in a bright gold and some pinks. Bobby was holding two sleeping little boys. One was no more than three, a fluffy, curly brown mess of hair and his head resting on his big brothers chest. In the photo Dean was about seven, with spiky blonde hair. He had his left arm curled up tight around Bobby's shoulders and his other, gripping little Sammy to his chest. Bobby was scowling at the camera but had a softness in his eyes.

The other photo was of Sam, Dean, Bobby, Cas, Ellen and Jo. The one that Bobby had burned his copy of. And around him were other photos. Snippets of a life this Bobby never got to have.

"Looks like I really could have used you boys in my life." Bobby grumbled, stroking the many pictures around him.

Dean sighed, "You were like a dad to us. Our father… he wasn't the best dad. His training kept us alive, but …he really screwed up often. You…" Dean stopped and cleared his throat, "You really meant a lot to us. You raised us as your own."

Bobby looked up and stared hard at the man before him, a small smile on his lips. "Then I did a pretty damn good job of it, if I do say so myself. So… tell me about these pictures, ya idjit."