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Bobby Singer (notditchable) wrote in utr_logs,

"Hey, I'm first to admit I'm an old dog. Don't need to be remindin' me." Bobby had a few years on John but that didn't mean he felt he had to treat him with kid gloves.

"Usually you did. That's the best time to get you to listen anyhow." He chuckled at that.

Wincing at John's reply he decided that he never wanted to bring up the topic of hell again. He didn't want to think of his friend down in the pit. That lead to other thoughts about it and he just didn't want to go there. Not anymore. If and when John ever decided that he wanted to talk, he'd be there. But he doubted that he'd ever want to relive that.

They walked back to his place and it wasn't that far. They laughed about little things just like happy drunk people did along the way. Once they were back to John's place John headed for his bed and Bobby found John's couch. Bobby's last thought before falling asleep was one of hope. This world just wasn't so bad at all. He had Mira, the boys happy, and now his best friend. Things were good.