A/N: A guest and xanadu96 wanted to see Bobby again, so here he is!
"Family Reunion"
A knock at the door made Bobby look up from his magazine in bewilderment. What the…? Angels didn't knock. But who else would be outside his personal Heaven? It wasn't like he got visitors.
The series of raps came again, and Bobby got to his feet warily. "Come in?"
He heard the door creak open, and a moment later a sprightly young girl with dark chocolate hair came into his living room.
"Hi, Bobby," she greeted.
He blinked in dismay. "Well now…you've grown quite a bit since the last time I saw you."
Amy grinned. "Dad always says I'm growing up too fast. But I'll be ready to hunt soon."
Bobby moved his mouth soundlessly at that. Oh boy. That was one piece of family drama he was glad not to be a part of.
He glanced down the hall that didn't really end at his front door. "Why didn't you just fly in here?"
Amy quirked a brow at him like that was a ridiculous question—she sure did take after her father. "That'd be rude."
Bobby let out a small snort. At least the next generation of angels had some manners.
"So what brings you by? Surely you've got better things to do than visit an old man." Not that he didn't appreciate a change in the monotony. It may be Heaven, but it sure could be boring.
"It's Uncle Dean's birthday tomorrow," Amy replied. "And I wanted to give him something special."
Bobby raised his brows dubiously. "I'm sure Sam would have better insight on that than me."
Her face broke into a wide grin. "No, you are the gift."
"Excuse me?"
"Sam and Dean just finished a case that was yours 'back in the day.'"
Bobby could hear the 'air quotes' in her voice.
"And when they got back, they started talking about you and some of the good times you all used to have," Amy went on. "So I thought it'd be nice if they could talk to you again."
Bobby was taken aback. He did miss those boys, the only thing that made his heaven incomplete.
"Well, ah, I'd like to talk to them, too," he said. "You got a psychic on standby or somethin'?"
"I don't need a psychic," Amy declared, and went to his old television set to switch it on. The screen filled with static snow.
"Uncle Gabriel showed me how to do this," she explained as she adjusted the rabbit ears. The static fizzled out to be replaced with some scenery of an old library.
"Hello?" Amy called loudly. "Can anyone hear me?"
"Amy?" a distant voice responded.
"Yes! Uncle, Dean, over here."
"Over where?"
Bobby watched as a familiar figure in plaid passed in front of the screen and disappeared from view again.
"No, go back!"
Dean backtracked into the frame, looking around in confusion.
"The TV on top of the book cabinet," Amy instructed.
Dean's gaze snapped straight forward, eyes widening in alarm. "Are you telling me you got stuck in the TV? Sammy!"
Bobby huffed while Amy glanced up at him to roll her eyes.
"I'm not in the TV; I'm in Heaven! I'm calling you through the TV."
"Wait, you're in Heaven? Are you okay?" Dean fired rapidly.
"What's wrong?" Sam's voice came through the speaker, and a moment later he came into view as well.
"Nothing's wrong," Amy said loudly. "I wanted to do something special for Uncle Dean's birthday. So, here…" She waved Bobby over, and so he cleared his throat and stepped into the frame.
"Hey there, fellas."
Their brows shot up in disbelief and amazement.
"Bobby?" Sam breathed.
"In the flesh. Or, well…" He shrugged. "It's good to see you both."
It'd been a few years since he'd last spoken to them, and while he'd briefly gotten to see Sam when the reckless boy had broken into Heaven to extract some fraggle Scribe, Bobby had only gotten to hear Dean's voice over the psychic's connection.
"It's good to see you too," Dean said with a smile. "How are you doin'?"
"Can't complain." He studied them both, the subtle signs of how they'd gotten older. They'd always be 'his boys,' but they were also men, with a young one of their own now. It was beautiful to see.
"I hear you just had a case that was once mine?" he went on, curious how that was. He didn't leave hunts unfinished.
"Uh, yeah," Sam replied. "You remember the Soul Eater in Grand Rapids, Michigan? You and Rufus trapped it in the house it was in."
Bobby's eyes widened. Oh, yes, he remembered that. "Aw hell, it got out?"
"New owners remodeling scraped through the wallpaper and the sigil you'd put underneath it," Dean explained. "But don't worry. We found a new sigil that could actually kill the thing, not just trap it. And the victims woke up from their comas."
"We also went back to the case you had in Tennessee," Sam added. "To take care of the one you trapped there, too. So neither of them can hurt anyone ever again."
Bobby let out a breath of relief. "That's some damn good work there, sons."
Sam smiled, but Dean's expression had turned thoughtful.
"You know, it was weird. When I was in the nest to paint the second half of the sigil, I could've sworn I saw you there for a split moment."
Bobby blinked, his own memory taking him back there to that creepy-as-hell house and the visions of his boys dead on the stairs. But then there'd been that brief moment near the end where he'd gotten a glimpse of Dean, not dead, and…older. Like he was now.
"I remember that," he breathed in awe. "I thought you were just a vision to mess with me."
"Same here."
"Wait," Amy interjected. "Are you saying you both think you actually saw each other? How is that possible?"
Dean shrugged.
Sam pursed his mouth contemplatively. "Well, the nest was out of time, right? So, maybe you both were there at the same, well, moment."
Bobby shook his head. That was a bit too out there to wrap his head around.
"Well, thanks for tying up that loose end there," he said.
Dean canted his head in acknowledgement. "No problem. How many times did you cover our asses?"
Sam chuckled. "Like when you got Ghost Sickness."
Dean bristled. "Hey, we don't talk about that."
"I want to hear that story!" Amy exclaimed.
Bobby smirked, but he let Sam and Dean regale the kid with that tale. Or, rather, Sam trying to tell it and Dean arguing that he hadn't been that scared. The brotherly bickering was like music to Bobby's old soul, and he just sat back and let himself enjoy it. This may have been Amy's present to Dean, but it had been a wonderful gift for Bobby, too.
He reached over to clasp her shoulder, giving a grateful smile.
She grinned back at him, and he finally decided to inject some commentary in the storytelling. Plus, he had some pretty amusing anecdotes from when the boys were younger that he was sure Amy would enjoy hearing…