Yes! What?
Bobby?
'Course it's me. Who's that? Jim?
Yeah. What's going on?
What d'ya mean, what's going on? You sent them here!
The Winchesters?
Yes, the god-damn Winchesters! You didn't tell me that John was about to collapse with flu.
I didn't know! He just had a cold when he left here. How is he?
Asleep. Drugged to the eyeballs. Not helping.
And the boys?
The big one, Dean, wants to spend all his time taking care of his daddy. Sits in the spare room watching him. Gives him his medicine. Brings him juice. Would cook for him if I let him. Which means I've gotta look after the little one.
What do you mean, you're looking after Sammy? Why isn't Dean?
I told ya, Dean's taking care of his daddy. Once John collapsed he handed Sammy over to me. And that kid won't slow down for anyone. I'm too old for this crap.
Dean's letting you take care of Sammy?
Are you going deaf in your old age? Dean's looking after John; I'm looking after Sammy.
Bobby, if Dean is letting you take care of his brother then he trusts you. He probably trusts you more than he trusts anyone in the world, except John. I'm only allowed to take care of Sammy under Dean's supervision.
That so?
It is. What did you do?
Didn't do anything. Kinda treated them like stray puppies. Made sure they were fed and clean and warm and talked to their daddy. 'Til he passed out in front of me.
It seems to have worked … Bobby? … Bobby, are you there? …
Sorry. That was Sammy. Wanted to know why I'd stopped chasing him.
I didn't just hear him call you Uncle Bobby, did I?
Nah. Kid can't talk properly yet. Says "Unca".
Still counts. I want that single malt.
Look, Murphy, did you call for any reason? 'Cos I'm kinda busy here …
Nothing important. I'll let you get back to playing. Have fun, Uncle Bobby.
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