Title: Old Junk
Spoiler: Season seven deaths
Word Count: 100
A/N: Happy Birthday Swellison. Featuring two ghosts, and one other close to death.
Bobby leaned forward on the hood of the Impala and sighed. The car's tires were running flat and the car was gathering dust in the junk yard. John was leaning against the car watching the sun rise. "How have they been?" John said quietly.
Bobby smiled. "They've been getting along a lot better lately now that the angels and demons are cooling their heels."
"I wish I could see them."
"You're welcome to try." Bobby turned to look at him. "But I really doubt they could handle it."
"I just hope they keep memories of better days with them."