Bobby let the succulent bone fall to the ground.
Nothing Rumsfeldt enjoyed more than dragging it off and tussling with it to his heart's delight.
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He lifted his eyes to the panorama, nothing but fields all around, silent and empty, though in the distance his ears picked up a sound. Faint at first, but its throaty roar augmenting as it approached.
When the Impala came into view, he smiled. She was black and glossy as the Pastor's shoes on a Sunday morning..
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"Bobby. Good to see you, dude," Dean declared, all swagger and cockiness, but nonetheless pulling the older man into a hug.
"What he said," Sam grinned, one step behind his sibling, floppy bangs ruffling his brow as he waited his turn to hug.
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"Been expecting you idjits," Bobby harrumphed, trying to hide his pleasure at seeing them. "Come on in, got curry on the stove."
"That's what we're here for, "Dean teased.
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Again Bobby wondered why, of all the wealth of memories he could re-live, it was always the Winchester boys who showed up to eat his curries.
But he knew the answer.