This came to me a couple days after I finished watching the episode Season 8 episode Southern Comfort because, I felt like there was so much that Dean didn't say in the moment where Garth proclaims that Bobby belonged to all of them and well, I figure that something such as the following was going through Dean's head. That being said, this is my first official Supernatural fan fiction so, please be gentle. SPN belongs to Eric Kripke, enjoy!


"Bobby belonged to all of us, Dean…Not just you and Sam!"

Well, excuse me, Garth.

It's not like I don't know that. I get it, Sammy and me ain't the only hunters to ever walk this Earth or the first guys to turn to Bobby for help.

But, you're wrong. So, wrong.

I don't know you that well but, you said you didn't hunt till you were way into your teens.

Sam and I were in this since we were kids 'cause our dad dragged us in as part of his big plan to get revenge on the demon that deep-fried our mother.

My father, mine and Sam's father, wasn't ever really our dad. He was our drill sergeant.

Look out for, Sammy.

Look out for, Sammy.

Dean, you LOOK OUT FOR, SAMMY!

Was all I ever heard; and 'cause I wasn't the priority, 'cause I was just his guard dog, I never got it in my head to up and leave.

Bobby was the one who showed me that I wasn't as much of a failure as my dad made me think I was.

I might be a piece of garbage but, at least someone as great as Bobby called me his boy.

So, you're wrong, Garth.

Bobby might have belonged to 'all of us'. But, he sure wasn't a father to 'all of us'.


A/N: Yeaaaaah, kind of short but, I think it got the point across and I'd like to thank my friend Carly who encouraged me to post this baby on my accounts and not keep it to myself, and thank for for checking this out if you did. Either way, keep calm and carry on, my wayward sons.