Authors Note: So a few things first, this was originally supposed to be my submission for the Gabriel Big Bang however due to Gabe not showing up until a bit later and being unable to switch POV I had to scrap the idea and post it as a random fic. Second, this does not have a beta; if anyone is interested in helping me edit this story and who either has the 'review' feature on Word or Google Docs (so I can see the changes made please) let me know either as an email, message on social media or in the comments.

I'm posting this before my usual Tuesday postings because I'm still looking for a beta for it. Once I get everything settled it will join my regular Tuesday updates. As always please note the warnings at the start of each chapter, while the tags WILL be added as the story moves along and I know what's in store in detail the warnings at the beginning of each chapter are exclusive to that chapter alone, if you do not see a warning that means there is nothing to be warned about… besides angst, I always add some of that.

I hope you all enjoy!
With love,
Crow

Warnings: Depression, Drinking

Chapter 1

"For the last time I'm fine, you two go there's not much you can do around here except get in my way." Bobby watched as the boy looked to each other, as if weighing if he was being honest. Problem was, he was being honest. There wasn't much two hunters and a run-down angel could do for him. Castiel had already explained that his healing was limited. The angel could heal some of his pain, but overall, Bobby was on his own about his legs. Still, sitting around with the kid-gloves on around him wasn't helping Sam and Dean kill the Devil.

He wasn't much help to the boys either, not without being able to move around to pull them out of trouble. Which was why he needed to get them out of the house. Thankfully, Sam was the first to start bringing things up from the panic room for him, making sure everything was on the ground floor, so he could have access to everything. Dean had wanted to start construction on a ramp, but Bobby had waived the thought off. If it all went according to plan they would have bigger fish to fry than if he could wheel out of the house.

"We're just worried about you Bobby, are you sure you don't want us to stick around for a few more days? I know we have the kitchen stocked but you haven't let us move everything downstairs from your bedroom… if there's anything…"

While he appreciated what Sam was trying to do, Bobby couldn't help but feel like the boy was trying too hard. Sighing, Bobby patted Sam's arm for a second, chancing a glance at Dean who was putting their bags into the truck of the Impala. Sam was partially right, while they had managed to get most of his things downstairs and clean up around the house, so he could wheel around in relative comfort, there was still a lot to do, things the older hunter needed to do on his own. Looking up at the man he considered his youngest son, Bobby at least found humour in how far he had to look up now. And he thought the kid was tall before.

"I'm sure Sam, you and Dean have more work to do than catering to an old man. Your hunt is only a few hours away if I need you guys to come back and do something I can wait a few days. While you're out hunting I'll still be able to manage the phones and get some research done on our whole Apocalypse issue. I'll be fine Sam, I may be stuck in this chair but I'm not useless."

"I wasn't saying you were Bobby! God you're the farthest thing from useless! I just didn't want to leave if there was something I could do…" corrected Sam, his eyes wide at the thought of Bobby thinking himself useless. It was the exact reaction Bobby had been counting on. While he didn't like doing it, it was easy to manipulate Sam if you knew what buttons to press. "If you don't think so then you get yourself in that car and get to work. I got the books, you two keep swinging at what you can while I try to find something to pull the plug on the end of the world."

Sam nodded his head, clasping Bobby on the shoulder before climbing into the Impala where Dean was waiting behind the wheel. Bobby was able to catch Dean's worried gaze, nodding his head to let the older brother know he would be fine. It only took another minute for Dean to pull out of his yard and drive away. Bobby wheeled back, shutting the door before manoeuvring himself toward the kitchen. While it was a bit hard to figure out the right way to move the wheels it wasn't his first time he was confined to a wheelchair. It was however the first time the doctors said it was forever.

Trying to shake the knowledge out of his head that he was stuck in the chair until he could find a miracle cure, Bobby grabbed the pot of coffee Sam had made before leaving and opened the cupboard Dean had made sure was stocked and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. If he was going to get through this he would need some liquid courage. By the end of the night Bobby had finished the bottle of whiskey and was slumped over his desk, a notebook on one side of a large book while a gun rested on the other. When he woke the next morning to his legs still uselessly confined to the chair Bobby didn't bother trying for coffee instead he poured a full glass from a new bottle.

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