Years past since he stormed out, slamming the door on the hunter life.
Still, Sam couldn't neglect this. Were his and Dean's crafts still in Bobby's bottom desk drawer? Once they bought the drunk grump something. When Dean turned twenty-one, they mailed Bobby a bottle of whiskey, excited to buy alcohol with a real ID.
With one final swig of beer, Sam licks closed the envelop, concealing the construction paper card covered with stick figure doodles, "Happy Bobby Day" written in bubble letters, and pads into the bedroom to cuddle Jess. Mother's Day is next week, so it needs mailed tomorrow.