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All credit to Eric Kripke and the writers and producers at the CW
"...Right, so I'm in hell and Lucifer has me chained up like a dog." Crowley began, embarking on an old story. "I look down and there's a collar around my neck."
"Seriously?" Gabriel said, almost choking on his soda.
"Deadly." Crowley nodded with a mad gleam in his eyes.
"And then the phone rings and Lucifer says to me - No Barking!-" Crowley exclaimed, picturing it in his mind's eye as Gabriel collapsed in a fit of giggles.
The door of the pub opened and Sam Winchester entered, sinking into the seat nearest his brother.
"Hey guys, so get this!" He exclaimed. "I finally moved out today."
The group all made similar noises of outrage and disgust at this news. What Jessica had done to Sam was unforgivable.
Castiel leaned forward and touched two fingers to Sam's forehead.
"Cas, what are you doing?" Sam said, shoving the angel's hand away.
"I'm healing your pain - but it doesn't seem to be working." Castiel said, frowning in confusion. "Let me try again. " he said, raising his hand.
"No, just leave it alone Cas. You can't fix this. " Sam said dejectedly.
"This'll help." Dean said, sliding a beer across the table to his brother.
"I doubt that." Sam said, gulping it down anyway.
"You know what?" Sam said, slamming the beer down. "Screw her! She's a-"
"A bitch?" Dean guessed.
"I was gonna say monster, but yeah, she is a bitch." Sam declared, taking another swig of his beer.
"And she never told you she was a demon?" Gabriel said incredulously, almost cracking a grin.
"No!" Sam exclaimed angrily. "I just wanted a normal life..." he sighed.
"That worked out fantastically well." Crowley said sarcastically as Dean and Sam glared at him.
"Look at this way Sasquatch." Gabriel said, tilting his chair back. "It can only get better!"
"How?" Sam said glumly.
"How? Strippers!" Gabriel exclaimed gleefully.
Sam rolled his eyes and went back to his drink.
The door opened again and a middle aged man in a dark tuxedo entered, walking up to the bar to order a glass of whiskey. "Leave the bottle." The man muttered to the bartender.
Dean recognised the man instantly and left the table to greet him.
"Bobby?" Dean said disbelievingly.
"Dean!" Bobby exclaimed with relief, pulling him in for a hug. "It's good to see you, boy!"
"You too." Dean smiled, slinging an arm around Bobby's shoulders. "C'mon." He said, leading Bobby over to their table.
"I was hoping to run into you boys." Bobby admitted as they walked across the room. "I went to every motel in town, but none of your aliases came up." He explained.
"I know. Sam and I kind of have a seperate base of operations now." Dean said quietly. "I'll tell you about it later." He promised as they approached the table.
"Guys, you know Bobby." He announced to the table. "Bobby, these are the guys. You know Sam and Cas, Crowley you've met, and this is Gabriel."
"Wait." Bobby frowned. "The damn trickster?" He said suspiciously.
Gabriel winked and raised a hand in greeting as Bobby took a seat next to Crowley.
"So, you working a case Bobby?" Sam asked, eying his suit.
"No." Bobby said quietly. "I was at a funeral."
"Oh." Sam said awkwardly.
"Another hunter?" Dean asked.
"No. My wife." Bobby said heavily.
"Uh, Bobby, your wife's... you know..." Sam said awkwardly.
"Dead." Dean supplied helpfully as Sam glared at him for his lack of tact.
"No." Bobby said.
"The hell do you mean 'no'?" Dean demanded.
"Short version?" Bobby shrugged. "Zombie uprising in Sioux Falls... I put her down myself." He said, staring miserably at his empty glass.
"God, Bobby..." Sam muttered, feeling a rush of sympathy for the older man.
Dean said nothing. He was torn between sympathy for Bobby, and jealousy that he'd missed the chance to shoot up some zombies.
"I didn't know where to go after." Bobby said sadly. "I just needed to see you boys..."
