Imagine Bobby telling the boys about you.

A/n - Italics are flashbacks.

Word Count: 600

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"Bobby! What are you doing?!" You say with a giggle as he kisses your neck as you wash dishes.

"Kissing my lovely wife, that's what," he retorts smiling into your hair.

You turn around, pecking him on the cheek, "How bout less kissing and more cleaning up?" 

"How bout less cleaning and more kissing?" 

With an eye roll, you grab the dish towel and dry off your hands before placing them onto Bobby's shoulders. He closes the gap between you and kisses you on the lips with passion as you run your fingers through his hair.

"Bobby!" 

His head snaps up as he is pulled from the memory. Sam looks at him in concern. "Are you alright Bobby?" 

"Yes, I'm fine. Anyways, have you figured out what we're hunting yet?" 

"Um, yeah actually. It looks like vampires. We think they're nesting at the abandoned Smith farm outside of town. We're gonna go first thing tomorrow. That alright with you?"

"Yeah, good plan." He replies, standing to his feet. He snatches his keys from the motel room table and goes to the door. 

"Bobby, where are you going?" Dean asks, looking up from the gun he's cleaning.

"Out. I'll be back later." With that answer, he exits and drives away.

Dean looks to Sam in confusion, "Does Bobby seem a bit off?"

"So you've noticed too. Something's up with him."

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Bobby makes his way past headstones. His feet walk with purpose and they know the path all too well. 

Moon light shines down from the heavens, illuminating the cemetery. 

He finds the bench and sits down wearily.

"Bobby?" Your soft voice whispers into his ear.

He sits on the large armchair, head tilted back in sleep. You take full advantage and carefully slide onto his lap. You rest your head against his shoulder, breathing in his scent. He stirs a bit and wraps his arms around you.

You sit there, cuddling, for hours until you prod Bobby awake and make him get into bed.

"Bobby?" Sam's voice calls out into the darkness. 

With a sigh, the hunter raises his head, "What are you idjits doing here?" 

"We're worried for you Bobby. You haven't been acting like yourself lately." Sam explains, standing in front of him.

Dean walks up too. "You have some explaining to do."

Bobby sighs, "I don't need to explain anything."

"Please Bobby. Something's bothering you."

Shaking his head, he turns away from them. He looks upwards at the stars.

"Look Bobby! That star is my favourite!"

"Really? Why that one?" 

You turn to him with a grin, "I don't know, it just seems to call out to me."

"It's the anniversary..." Bobby says after a time of silence.

Sam looks at Dean, "Anniversary of what?"

A shaky sigh escapes Bobby's mouth, "My wife's death." 

Shock fills the air. No one knows what to say.

"I love you Bobby," you say with a smile as you kiss him again.

"I love you too darling."

Bobby shakes his head, "She- she was possessed. I had to-"

"Bobby, it's okay. You don't have to tell us."

"Is that why-"

"Everybody got into hunting somehow." Bobby stares out at the stars twinkling in the sky.

"We'll leave you alone. I'm sorry Bobby." 

They walk away, leaving Bobby to his memories. 

Your body grows cold in his arms as he tries desperately to stop the bleeding. The red blood that flowed from your body now stains his hands and the floor boards. 

Your e/c eyes are dull and lifeless.

"NO! Y/n!" Bobby yells as he presses his shaky hands against your wounds.

But you didn't wake up, and you didn't get better. 

A tear dribbles from Bobby's eye and gets entangled in his beard as he mourns the death of his beloved wife.