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Bobby Singer-
Bobby rolled his wheel chair over to the grainy, old record player and fingered through all of his record cases. He slipped 'Knockin on heavens door, By Bob Dylan' out of its filmy black and white case. He spun it on and leaned back in his chair, listening to the sound of this music..he use to play this song for the boys when they were young... When life was easy... When John was alive.
Mama, take this badge from me. I can't use it anymore.
He sliced into the fresh apple pie he had baked that morning and took a bite, a tear slipped from his eye. It was his wife's recipe... He could never make it as good as she did.
It's getting dark, too dark to see.
The gut wrenching sound of lights flickering broke his heart.... The air got chilly and he knew the hound was here. The hell hound was here to take his soul. He had made a deal years back... Knowing the apocalypse would happen and how much it would hurt his boys lives... He had to make a deal. A deal to stop the apocalypse.
Feels like I'm knocking on heavens door.
He spun his wheel chair around and faced the ugly snout of a panting hell hound, it's teeth bared and it's claws digging into the wood floor of Bobby's home. Bobby felt tears spill down his cheeks and he thought about Sam and Dean, and choked out a soft word "Idgits. " and then there was nothing left. Nothing but cold blood, and the soothing music of Bob Dylan, loud and nostalgic. Good bye, Bobby. Everyone knows he was always the better dad... He was always there for them. See you soon, Bobby Singer. Just... Not too soon... Okay?
Knock, Knock, Knockin' on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door, Eh yeah....
Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is coming down
Feels like I'm knocking on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin'on heavens door.....
Knock, knock, knockin' on heavens....
Knock, knock, knockin' on....
Knock...knock... Knockin'
On heavens door.
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