BOBBY'S PLACE - MORNING
Bobby was going to play the rest of the clip when the doorbell rang. He got up, looked back at the others and twitched a bit.
"Nobody move," he said.
"Why?" Dean and Sam asked in unison.
"Just give me a minute," Bobby said. He went out the front door, only opening it wide enough for him to squeeze through.
Out on the porch, Bobby met with a sight for sore eyes: his neighbor, Marcy Ward, beaming up at him. She was all tarted up in a red velvet tunic and white fur coat, and holding a big red tupperware container. Her little orange car was parked behind her with the radio blaring "Caught Up In You". When Bobby saw Marcy, he grinned and pulled her in for a kiss.
A deep kiss... Wow, a steamy more-than-friends, spoon-bending kiss. When they finally broke apart, Marcy put the tupperware into his hands.
"I brought over the rest of my pumpkin cookies to tide you over while I'm at Dad's," she said. "I won't be gone more than a week or two, but go ahead and give those floozies of yours a ride."
"They won't all fit in the Chevelle," Bobby said.
"Poor baby," she said, chuckling.
"You know how ornery I get when you're gone," he said quietly.
"I'll bet," she said knowingly.
She smirked at him and went in for another kiss, but stopped short when she saw that Castiel had sneaked out onto the porch.
"Marcy!" Castiel said, grinning wide, about as excited as he ever gets.
"Cas, honey!" she squealed.
Delighted to see him, she left Bobby holding the tupperware and went straight to Castiel, took his face in her hands and gave it a squish, then she kissed his cheek and hugged him.
"I brought my pumpkin cookies," Marcy said.
"I love pumpkin cookies," Castiel said, in an oddly grave way.
"I know," she said, "that's why I make them."
Meanwhile, Bobby was rolling his eyes - what is he, chopped liver?
"Are you taking the niacin?" Castiel asked. "And St. John's Wort?"
She nodded, "Yeah, with my multi-vitamin, but I gotta get smaller caplets-." She hugged him again, but this time whispered in his ear, real serious, "Does he have any girls in there?"
Castiel frowned and whispered back, "No, just boys."
Marcy got a look on her face like she didn't know how to feel about that, but shook it off and gave Castiel a big smooch.
"You make sure he drinks water while I'm gone," she said, and added firmly, "Ice in a margarita doesn't count."
Castiel drew a breath and nodded: my bad.
She squished his face again and went back to Bobby for a kiss. Another deep, consuming kiss. Blindly, Marcy took the cookies from Bobby and handed them to Castiel, who hugged them possessively.
"Oh, crap!" Marcy said - or it sounded like she did, her lips were still smooshed into a kiss. She pulled away. "I gotta fix my make-up."
"Looks fine t'me," Bobby said with a slight shrug.
"Dad'll know," Marcy said. "Outside penny slots, it's his only superpower." She made a dash for the car.
"I thought he knew about us," Bobby said, annoyed.
"He knows we're dating," Marcy said, leaning on her open car door. "But I don't think he knows what 'dating' entails. I'll see you soon, baby. Take care, boys!" She waved at them energetically.
Bobby and Castiel waved back, watching her get in her car and drive away. When Marcy was gone, Bobby glared at Castiel. "When I tell you to stay put-."
"I think you should marry her," Castiel said, casually, as if that was something you just say.
"What is this, a conspiracy?" Bobby asked. "Get inside - and don't hide them cookies."
"You mean the ones she made for me?" Castiel asked pointedly.
Bobby gave Castiel a scary look, causing him to flee into the house. Bobby followed after, but as soon as he was back inside, he saw Sam and Dean sit back down in their seats, both smirking.
"We're not talkin' about this," Bobby warned them.
"Who was that, Bobby?" Dean asked.
"She seemed nice," Sam said, batting his eyelashes and tossing his hair back.
"Mind yer business," Bobby said, starting to get all flustered.
"Is she your special lady friend?" Dean asked.
"That was Marcy," Castiel said, opening the tupperware.
"Shut up, Cas," Bobby said.
Dean let out a little growl, "Rrrr, Marrsaay! Is she your little snuggle bunny?"
Sam and Dean both laughed their asses off.
"They're having sex," Castiel said, "I've seen them."
Everyone looked at him, completely mortified. What the hell, Cas?
Castiel's eyes went big. "...I have to go to work," he said anxiously.
Bobby had to take a big, cleansing breath through his nose. Castiel went and got his big, insane gray parka from the coat rack and went to the back door. He and Bobby exchanged tense looks for a moment, then Castiel left.
There was an awkward silence. Sam started cleaning up the kitchen again.
"Okay, I gotta ask," Dean said. "What the hell's with you and Cas?"
"What?" Bobby asked flatly.
"Are you living with him?" Dean asked, as if just the idea of it was crazy.
"He lives with Garth," Bobby said in a funny, noncommittal tone. "He's just stayin' here for now."
"That's kinda worse," Sam said. "It's weird, though, right?"
"He's not weird," Bobby said defensively. "Not half as weird as either of you, so watch it."
"So it's not as creepy as it looks?" Dean asked.
The expression on Bobby's face said he didn't want to say.
"He doesn't bother me," Bobby said. "He pulls his weight, takes care of the house, buys groceries. It's kinda like livin' with an angry little butler."
Sam laughed.
"How is that not weird?" Dean asked.
"You've been dead for three years," Bobby said, "you don't get to lecture me on weird."