And that was because the Winchesters worried, they didn't want people to have to do what they did. Bobby, on the other hand, understood that sometimes people had to. That and he liked letting people learn things the hard way most of the time.
He scratched his jaw again, settling down at the table, sliding Thatcher a bite of sausage as he tucked in himself, "When were you planning on leaving? Might be able to get somethin' up and running long enough to get you to Chicago." That was the thing with most of Bobby's junkers, they weren't all that junky, some of them, sure, they looked it, but then again, he looked like a mostly-harmless salver, he was a big fan of obvious camoflauge.