Disclaimer: I don't own, spoilers for 3:10, 5:10, 5:15 and 6:16
This one's for Bobby Singer, because everyone always forgets him. Everyone always forgets that, without him, those boys would've died so many times. Scrap that, the probably never would've made it past puberty. The number of times he saved their idjit daddy's miserable ass too …
He used to wander why he bothered – Heaven, Hell and Fate were all set dead against the only people he cared about – just his luck, really. And he kinda knows that, one day, they'll leave him too, like Karen and John and Ellen and Jo and Rufus. And then it'll just be him, in his too-big-for-one-person house, surrounded by his books and his lore, because they'll be all that he has left.
And, one day, that nice lady from next door will knock, with a peach cobbler or something, and he won't answer, so she'll get worried, because he hasn't left the house for weeks, so she'll push open the door, and she'll go in. she'll call for him, but there won't be a reply, so she'll take a look around.
She'll find him, hunched over his books, asleep by the looks of it, so she'll go over to wake him, you know, maybe they could have a cup of tea together or something. She'll touch his hand – it'll be cold. She'll touch his shoulder – she'll notice how skinny it is, how there's no meat on his bones. She'll lift his head, and flinch at how his open eyes are glazed over and staring at her. And then she'll scream.
That's when the screen should go black, and the camera should cut to a shot of the boys in the Impala, or in a café or a crappy motel room, researching a job. But it won't. Because they're gone. And Bobby must've lost the will to live, or something.
You may not think this is an inevitability, but Bobby does. It doesn't stop him from trying, though. And that's why he tries as hard as he does to keep these boys alive. You might think it's out of love – and, don't get me wrong, he loves those boys – but a big part of it is that he doesn't want to die alone, and so tired that he can't even bring himself to eat.
The love's a part of it too, though, and, when he watches the two of them together, when he sees the look in their eyes, he tries to tell himself he's doing it for them.
His good days are when it works.
Just a note – I don't actually think this is what Bobby thinks, I just thought it would be an interesting perspective to explore – no offence intended :)
Thoughts?