Bobby always loved the Winchester boys coming to visit. Over the years, he'd seen them grow from anxious little boys, to mature, confident men. He'd seen how they'd suffered – not just physical wounds - and how they'd survived everything that life and indeed death, had thrown at them.
That he loved them was obvious. Any idiot could see that – though naturally he'd never say it and they'd die of embarrassment if he tried.
He'd give his own life for them.
Kind of irritating having to pry one or other of them out of his favourite armchair whenever they visited though.