May 12th excerpt:
Bobby looked away from Dean and Logan, turning a blind eye to whatever they did. “Want some help getting that blood out?” he offered Sam, sizing up the splotch and the dark spot around it from Rumsfeld’s saliva.
Sam glanced at it. “Sure. I’m kind of running low on jackets, anyway. We don’t exactly have a supply of them…”
“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve,” Bobby assured the kid as he held out his hand.
May 6th excerpt:
“Yeah, he’s swearing up a storm,” Bobby kept going. “Got him in a jar to keep Rumsfeld off him. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Rums was lookin’ at him like he was a doggie toy. Whatever Sam said to him, he got his point across good.”
May 5th excerpt:
“I never pulled the wings off a dragonfly, but a sprite? I’d do it in a heartbeat, and if you knew what they can do you’d be the same.”
Bobby shook his head as he stabbed SEND with his thumb. “You are one twisted son of a bitch,” he said to Logan before turning away as the phone rang.
The Colt went on a bit of a journey! (Canon Supernatural spoilers to follow)
Bobby certainly did experiment with it, and with Ruby’s help was able to make some more bullets. They used it from time to time on a few baddies, and Dean even tried to use it on Ruby once, but Bela lifted it when she was ‘helping’ them on a case. She tried to trade it to Lilith (never used it on Lilith, so we don’t know if she’s immune. I have a fair idea of what they meant by the five things in all of the universe that can’t be killed with it, I don’t think she would be one of them if even yellow-eyes died to it).
They don’t get it back until Crowley hands it over to use on Lucifer, and make the discovery that it can’t kill anything when he laughs off the attack. After this, the Colt won’t be seen for seasons and seasons until it resurfaces with another Prince of Hell. Thus the Colt wasn’t around for Eve’s brief reign above ground.
Dean would very much like his favorite gun around more!
John Winchester?
If something happened to John and they found him, the first thing they’d do is seek out help from one of the family friends. Bobby or Pastor Jim would know what to do!
Dean doesn’t have a driver’s license since he’s only 14, but he definitely knows how to drive the car (and knowing his dad, he might even have a fake ID of his own just in case he needs to pass as old enough to drive). They’ll get John there and get help.
Both kids freaking out the entire way. This is not what they expected to have to deal with.
It’s probably a lot easier to put up with John’s scolding when he’s itty bitty at least.
(Story 5 of the Brothers Apart series)
Footsteps follow a girl up the stairs in her apartment and fate hands the brothers a very strange case to solve. While on the hunt, Sam has to come to terms with his size in new ways.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer
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April 11th excerpt:
Screwing on the lid with more effort than he needed, Bobby scowled at the jar. “Better watch that mouth of yours around Dean,” he warned the downsized hunter. “He’s not one to take that kind of thing lying down.”
Sounds like fun! Younger Dean, totally upsetting the delicate balance at the motel like he’s so good at. He would have to work hard to charm the crew enough for trust, but Sam certainly would love to have him around. Bobby’s home is always open to refugees, and smol ones like the borrowers aren’t even a strain on his resources.
A+ guess on the name! You got it on the first try.
No one needs trials like this more than our favorite little punching bag, Logan Guthrie, antagonist of Bowman of Wellwood. An all-around unpleasant man.
Bobby looked away from Dean and Logan, turning a blind eye to whatever they did. “Want some help getting that blood out?” he offered Sam, sizing up the splotch and the dark spot around it from Rumsfeld’s saliva.
Sam glanced at it. “Sure. I’m kind of running low on jackets, anyway. We don’t exactly have a supply of them…”
“I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve,” Bobby assured the kid as he held out his hand. Once Sam was with him, they left the kitchen with Rumsfeld close behind, leaving the other pair to their own devices.
Dean stared at the jar in his hand with an assessing gaze, looking over the man inside. From their last encounter, time had not been kind on Logan. His clothing was showing wear and his hair was a mess. A trip to the barber wouldn’t be out of the question, either.
By contrast, even directly after a hunt, Dean’s hair was spiked and his jacket in pristine condition. His jeans were ripped by his thigh, and his boots had some dirt caked to the bottom. Despite a few frays, it was a far cry from Logan’s tattered appearance.
“I think we can do better than that,” Dean said dryly, flipping the jar upside down.
Not just yet! There are a couple of AUs that last left off with Oscar on his way to meet Bobby (and Rumsfeld, but Sam conveniently forgot to warn Oscar about the doggo before convincing him to go).
The Brothers Together AU, in which Sam and Dean met little Oscar when they were all kids.
Food and Monsters, an AU created by @neonthewrite and the origin of Oscar. I write a new installment of this series every year around contest time, so you can actually expect to see Oscar meet Bobby at last sometime in the next couple months!
From Burgers and Pixie Dust, the third in the Food and Monsters series:
“Oz, why didn’t you tell us you were by yourself?” Dean asked. His voice was softer than Oscar was used to. The familiar gruff cadence was so quiet it almost didn’t rumble at all. Oscar glanced up sheepishly and found Dean watching him with concern.
He shrugged helplessly. “I dunno,” he said. “It didn’t seem important, I guess…”
“You shouldn’t have to be alone,” Sam said, his own expression full of concern. Their solemn looks flustered Oscar more and more by the second.
“B-but I do,” he said, shrugging again. “What else am I s’posed to do?”
Sam and Dean shared a long look and Oscar wrung his hands. He never had picked up the knack for reading either of them. They were enigmatic, no matter how much trust he’d placed in them, and when they wanted to hide what they were thinking, they could.
“If you want,” Sam began, turning back to Oscar with a hopeful gleam in his eyes, “we could get you to a place where you don’t have to be by yourself. Somewhere we could visit you more often and everything, and you’d even have more access to food.”
“Someplace safe, Oz. You deserve it after all that time,” Dean added. One hand approached and nudged gently at his shoulder. Just a gentle touch, and the hand retreated.
Oscar glanced around, wondering if they were playing a joke of some kind. Leaving the only place he’d ever known to live somewhere else? He’d never had a thought like that. It had never been a possibility before. “Um. Where is it? Is it far?”
Brothers Apart 