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Bobby Singer (notditchable) wrote in utr_logs,

"Nah, don't need your cash. Got plenty, just not rollin' in it like the boys are." When John handed him the chips without answering Bobby told him, "I'll get the next round then."

Nodding at John, Bobby said, "No. I'm dead serious. When I got here this world was doin' a whole timewarp thing. The second day I got here it was World War II and I was stuck in a frickin' POW camp. The journals like on the computer were all liked somehow, but they were in paper. Felt like Anne Frank I did. Mira came to my rescue and Ruby too, we'll get to who she is later. Long story short, she got me out and I managed to get a bunch of shrapnel in my arm. She healed it with her mind..."

They started to walk around picking what they wanted to play. Bobby should've known as soon as he saw the dealer that that was the table he was going to pick. She was gorgeous... and very sad looking. Seemed like it was the Winchester mission or curse (whatever you'd like to call it) to try and make sad ladies smile. "Blackjack is fine."