She wished. He knew. Bobby knew all about wishes. He wished all the time, about his wife. All the time. About Sam and Dean, too.
How's Dean doing? With all this, and with what happened to Sam?
Bobby laughed. "He's been better. 'Course, he's not gonna tell anybody that. Least of all me. The day Dean Winchester tells me he's not okay when he's really not okay is the day the world's actually gonna end. Look that one up." He kept leafing through the book, sure it was in here. "He tried to just steamroll over it and get on with things. Tried to..."
Bobby realized he shouldn't say 'settle down.' Not with the way Jo was asking.
Happily, he also found the page he was hoping to find.