Supernatural Oneshots

His Idjits

A/N: Short one, sorry guys. So sorry it has been so long, I thought I would update more now that all my exams are over and I've had my Prom but then BAM I have no Internet. So now that I have Internet, I should be able to update more. Thanks to all those who have been reading and for the reviews, thank you soooo much. Any way hope you enjoy...

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Summery: Bobby's thoughts as he is in Heaven, slight spoilers for Season 8. Set after 8x19.

His Idjits

He glanced down at them. His boys. Arguing over movie snacks, like the idjits they were, while he drank his beer.

His last memory he had,

His heaven.

Finally in Heaven. He never thought he would make it here, to Heaven, where everything was happy and memories of the Pit couldn't touch him here, he was safe with His Heaven. He could watch Dean torment his little brother and use his Older Brother rights to pick the movie. Sam would go in a sulk about never getting what he wants because he was younger, but then as soon as the film started, he would be on the edge of the seat along with Dean. They would argue over petty things and constantly insult each other. It was like there was a trickster constantly with them. But there wasn't it was just his boys, being brothers.

His Heaven was mostly memories of them.

Memories of how he would play baseball with Dean instead of training him. Memories of reading books to Sam, to get him to sleep. Answering all of their questions when they asked, from normal teenage stuff too information about monsters. They should have never been brought into this life, John should have never dragged them into this, they should have chance to be kids, do kid things. They were good kids, they deserved to have good lives.

Sometimes he would go to The Road House and have a drink with Ash, sometimes Ellen and Jo would be there. Sometimes he would see Pam. They would laugh and drink, talking about the good times while Ash would be on that laptop of his, listening into the Angels conversations. That was why he came to here, sure he like to see them, but this was the only way he could keep tabs on his boys. Through Ash and that damn computer.

They weren't doing so well, them damn trials nearly killing Sam, Cas working with Metatron, Crowley being handcuffed to a chair while Sam injects him with blood.

Sam looked like Hell and Dean looked tired and worn, like John had looked when hunting monsters and taking care of his kids started to take its toll on him.

Yet he saw what Dean said to Sam. For the many years he had been taking care of them damn Idjits, he had never seen them so vulnerable and show so much emotion.

'Don't you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you'

He was proud of his boys, He watched as Dean pulled his younger brother into a hug and even with Sam standing taller than Dean, he looked like a little boy seeking comfort and guidance from his older brother. Them boys, they've been through alot, and Dean had it all right in that once sentence. They had sacrificed a lot for each other, going to Hell, Heaven, Purgatory. They've died for each other and done everything they could to protect each other. Always knocking on Deaths door. Yet there they stand embracing, finally brothers once again. No more bitter words or lingering anger between them, no. Just them being brothers, he watched as Sam sobbed into his brother's shoulder and gasped in pain.

They may not biologically be his, but they would always be his boys.

His troublemaker boys, that had never got to be children and spend their life hunting monsters. They have a hard life, and he will always be watching over his boys.

He was proud of them, they had come so far from being an scrawny 12 year old and an arrogant 18 year old.

They were his family, his boys, and he would never truly leave them.

He would always be watching,

His idjits.