mechanicallyformerusmc:

John yawned as he slowly made his way to the impala, keys dangling in his hold as he walked and tried to read the note Bobby left him on the pale yellow piece of paper through his clouded vision. New place. Address. Meeting time. He grunted, rolling his shoulders, he get into the car and headed over. It took him awhile before he recognized Bobby’s own car, smiling as he turned the engine of the impala off, getting out to look over the old building. “This is it?”

 ”This is it? This is it? This is everything!”

Bobby chuckled as he leaned against the open doorway, one hand in his pocket while the other made a grand sweeping gesture.

“Welcome to el casa de Singer.”

Pushing away from the doorframe, Bobby hopped down the stairs to where John stood, hands sliding into his pockets as he turned to admire the house. Now that the new house giddiness was slowly starting to wear away, Singer could see the sheer amount of repairs it would need. Shutters missing, broken window here and there. No wonder there was a draft.

“Huh, that explains the cold last night.”

Shaking his head, Bobby slapped a hand against John’s jacket clad shoulder, grinning.

“Come on, check it out inside. Yeah, it needs a little work, but it’s mine. Just you wait and see. I’ll even let you crash sometimes. If you’re nice.”

mechanicallyformerusmc:

9no3l1:

… God damn Johnny.

Did they teach you how to smoulder in the Marines? They did, didn’t they.

/snerks/

I have no idea what you’re talking about.

And modesty too.

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mechanicallyformerusmc:

9no3l1:

friendlyneighborhooddeliveryman:

laughingsquid:

Peeing Santa Liquor Dispenser

I know what Luce is getting for the holidays.

… Johnny, I need this. Get it for me for Christmas, would ya?

Is that all you want, Bob-o?

I could think of a few other things…

(via silentyetdeadly)

… There’s chicken in the fridge?

Wait, what, no. I bought that place I was telling you about. You know, for my business.

… God damn Johnny.

Did they teach you how to smoulder in the Marines? They did, didn’t they.

This place is gonna be amazing. Just wait and see.

Bobby took a step back from the building he was facing, hands on his hips as he looked it over with a critical eye. What was the point of inspecting it now? He’d already bought the place. Then again, there wasn’t a damn thing that could ruin his mood right now, not even the leaky sink or the damp basement. This place was his now, and he was going to build his business up around it.

“Damn Bobby, this was either a real good idea, or a real terrible one.”

He shook his head with a grin, dropping his hands before making his way to the front door. He dug around for his keys, feeling them jingle in his pocket before fishing them out and promptly losing his grip on them.

“Balls!”

The young man sighed, leaning down to grab at them before he paused. The hair stood up on the back of his neck, making Bobby stand back up slowly, glancing around. That was strange… almost as if he were being watched, though there wasn’t a single person—or animal even—in sight. Weird.

With one last glance around, Bobby unlocked the door, taking a few careful steps inside as he forced down that strange feeling. There was nothing to worry about here, just dust and spiders. With a wry smile at himself, Bobby closed the door behind him before making his way deeper into the house. He’d already toured the place before buying it, but now—now it was so much more personal. It was his, not simply a place he was thinking of sinking most of his money into.

Dropping his keys onto a small side table that had been left behind, the man crossed his arms over his chest, his grin going from ear to ear.

“Well Bobby Singer, welcome to the future home of Singer Salvage Yard.”

tumblrbot asked: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

Alcohol. Alcohol and Johnny.

So really, Johnny and Johnny, just two different versions, heh.

friendlyneighborhooddeliveryman:

laughingsquid:

Peeing Santa Liquor Dispenser

I know what Luce is getting for the holidays.

… Johnny, I need this. Get it for me for Christmas, would ya?

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