Characters[]
Location[]
- Singer Salvage Yard, Keystone City, KS
- November 12th 2015, 1911 Local Time
VOX Archive[]
- [door opens, footsteps: 2 instances]
- Sam Winchester: It's awfully quiet...
- Dean Winchester: What do you expect? Bobby to be jamming out to death metal? [chuckle, footsteps] Bobby?!
- Bobby Singer: [muffled footsteps] [muffled:] I'm back here in the den.
- [footsteps: 2 instances, door opens, footsteps: 2 instances]
- Dean Winchester: Bobby!
- Bobby Singer: Dean. How are you? [footsteps, bodies embracing, hand patting leather]
- Dean Winchester: I'm good, Bobby. You?
- Bobby Singer: [chuckle] I'm old.
- Dean Winchester: [chuckle] You've always been old, though. You look good.
- Bobby Singer: [scoff] And you're still a damn liar, kid... [chuckle] Sam.
- Sam Winchester: Bobby.
- Bobby Singer: Well, get over here.
- Sam Winchester: [chuckle, footsteps, bodies embracing] Been a long time, Bobby.
- Bobby Singer: Too long. [sigh] I just want to say we're going to get this bastard. Not only for your mother, but also for Jessica. You hear me?
- Sam Winchester: Thanks, Bobby... I appreciate it.
- Bobby Singer: [sigh, clatter] Oh, I got some things for you two, [clatter, clatter] Here you go.
- Sam Winchester: [clatter] Flasks?
- Dean Winchester: [clatter, liquid sloshing, metal cap unscrewing] What is this- holy water?
- Bobby Singer: That one is. [clatter, clatter] These ones are whiskey.
- Dean Winchester: Haha. Attaboy, Bobby! [clatter, metal cap screwing, fabric shifting]
- Bobby Singer: I gave two just like those to your dad when he started hunting. Been waiting a long time to give those to you two.
- Dean Winchester: Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure how you'd react to seeing us... [sigh, metal cap unscrewing, swig, sigh]
- Bobby Singer: [scoff] Nonsense. Your Daddy needs help.
- Dean Winchester: Well, yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. Cocked the shotgun and everything.
- Bobby Singer: Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people.
- Dean Winchester: [chuckle] Yeah, I guess he does.
- Bobby Singer: None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back. Actually, you'll appreciate this. I think I've got a good lead on something we can use against this bastard. [footsteps]
- [footsteps: 2 instances]
- Bobby Singer: Get a load of this. [leather sliding on wooden surface, papers shifting]
- Sam Winchester: Bobby, this book... I've never seen anything like it. Wait, is that a protection circle?
- Bobby Singer: That's not just any old protection circle, Sam. That's the Key of Solomon. It's the real deal.
- Dean Winchester: Looks complicated.
- Bobby Singer: Hell, yeah. You get a demon in - they're trapped. Powerless. It's like a Satanic roach motel. [chuckle]
- Dean Winchester: You definitely know your stuff.
- Bobby Singer: I'll tell you something else, too. This is some serious crap you boys stepped in.
- Sam Winchester: Oh, yeah? How's that?
- Bobby Singer: Normal year, I hear of, say, three demonic possessions in Kansas and Missouri. Four, tops.
- Dean Winchester: Yeah?
- Bobby Singer: This year I hear of twenty-seven so far. You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us - a lot more.
- Sam Winchester: Do you know why?
- Bobby Singer: No, but I know it's something big. The storm's coming, and you boys, your Daddy - you are smack in the middle of it.
- Dean Winchester: Oh, you don't know the half of it, Bobby.
- Bobby Singer: What do you mean?
- Sam Winchester: We know who killed Mom and Jessica.
- Bobby Singer: You do?
- Dean Winchester: Yes. Jason Blood, that professor in Gotham City-
- Bobby Singer: Yeah?
- Sam Winchester: He had a name.
- Bobby Singer: Well, you gonna tell me or wait until the suspense kills me?
- Sam Winchester: Azazel.
- Bobby Singer: Azazel? [pause] The Azazel?
- Dean Winchester: [swig, sigh, footsteps, body settling into chair] Yeah...
- Bobby Singer: I read he was trapped somewhere, though.
- Sam Winchester: He is. In the Dreaming. [pause] Those yellow eyes of his, those mark his host. They're not possessed so much as in a sort of psychic sleepwalk.
- Bobby Singer: Huh... Azazel? [scoff, clatter, metal cap unscrewing, swig, sigh] You boys don't half-ass it with the enemies you make, do you?
- Dean Winchester: Hey, Azazel started this war when he killed Mom.
- Bobby Singer: I know. I know... [long sigh] Was there anything else? Did the Professor know anything about why Azazel might have killed Mary?
- Sam Winchester: Actually-
- Dean Winchester: Sammy, hold on there.
- Sam Winchester: What?
- Dean Winchester: Just hold on a second before you speak.
- Sam Winchester: [sigh] Dean, it's Bobby, okay? I think we can trust-
- Dean Winchester: I know that, just... Prepare him a little first. That's all I'm saying.
- Bobby Singer: What's going on here?
- Sam Winchester: [sigh] I'm a cambion.
- Bobby Singer: Come again?
- Sam Winchester: [sigh] The night Azazel killed Mom, he, uh... He fed me his blood and then did it again with Jessica, twenty-two years later. It's all part of a ritual. The blood drinking, the killing of Mom and Jess, even my age at the time. It was all done to make me some ideal host for Azazel.
- Bobby Singer: Damn, Sam... That's... I'm sorry. [pause] But damn if that doesn't give me an idea.
- Dean Winchester: What you got, Bobby?
- Bobby Singer: Let's go down the street and get a drink. [footsteps]
- Sam Winchester: A drink? Your idea is a drink? [footsteps]
- Bobby Singer: No, my idea is Ash. The drinks are why we wait. [footsteps, door opens]
- Dean Winchester: Ash? Who or what is Ash? [footsteps]
- Sam Winchester: Why are you looking at me? [footsteps, door closes]
- Bobby Singer: You'll see. Just shut up and listen to me. [footsteps, car door creaks open] You're driving by the way.
- Dean Winchester: [sigh, footsteps, keys jingling] Okay...
Trivia and Notes[]
- Part of the Friends Old and New Storyline.
- Story continues from VOX Box: Gone to Gotham 5.
- Story continues in VOX Box: Friends Old and New 1.
- Official debut of Bobby Singer.