Why would Bobby say something like that? Now it was gonna bother Dean mainly because he had no clue what Bobby was thinking. Dean just took a chance seeing if it was the Jo he knew and yep, it was. Guess he lucked it out on that one. Reaching over, he grabbed his beer and finished it off before setting it back down on the table.
"Yep, two of me. He's the lucky one though, man, he has a pretty sweet life, you know?" The girl, the big freaking house. Sammy. Dude had it all, plus you know, Dad.
"Extremely, but it's cool. He's ... he's doin' good. I'm glad for him." Sitting up, I sat on the edge of the bed before getting up and walking over to get my jeans. I pulled them on and sat back down, rubbing my hair and eventually my face.
"He's livin' in Vegas or ... he's movin', I'm not sure. He met someone, she's pretty cool. And like, seriously hot."