First, you wrote me fic. You wrote ME fic!!!!! Such a happy birthday gift and such a surprise!!!!
Second, you wrote me AWESOME fic. AWESOME. Your Bobby voice is dead on and Castiel isn't much farther behind. Writing this from Bobby's POV was genius.
He deeply regrets not having replenished the whiskey supply after Crowley’s last visit. Admittedly, that had only been two days ago And I'd like to know what Bobby and Crowley were doing during that visit!
“He was angry with me at the time. I therefore assumed that it was an unpleasant act.”
Bobby’s had variously strange and awkward conversations in his life, but this has got to take the cake. It’s worse than the one he’d had to have that summer that John dumped the boys with him and took off right before Dean hit puberty.
“Dean, however, seems to be enjoying it.” Bobby and Castiel are perfect foils for one another.
“Can it,” Bobby growls. “I’ve put up with enough from you idiots this weekend to last a lifetime.”
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Date: 2011-02-18 02:07 am (UTC)I am all *flails*
First, you wrote me fic. You wrote ME fic!!!!! Such a happy birthday gift and such a surprise!!!!
Second, you wrote me AWESOME fic. AWESOME. Your Bobby voice is dead on and Castiel isn't much farther behind. Writing this from Bobby's POV was genius.
He deeply regrets not having replenished the whiskey supply after Crowley’s last visit. Admittedly, that had only been two days ago
And I'd like to know what Bobby and Crowley were doing during that visit!
“He was angry with me at the time. I therefore assumed that it was an unpleasant act.”
Bobby’s had variously strange and awkward conversations in his life, but this has got to take the cake. It’s worse than the one he’d had to have that summer that John dumped the boys with him and took off right before Dean hit puberty.
“Dean, however, seems to be enjoying it.”
Bobby and Castiel are perfect foils for one another.
“Can it,” Bobby growls. “I’ve put up with enough from you idiots this weekend to last a lifetime.”
Gonna pimp the hell out of this. *loves you*