They finish out the ritual with a Mason Jar o’blood from Bobby’s fridge (I know that’s where I keep my spare ritual blood… *wink*) and call the Reaper, trapping it in a symbol painted on the floor.
Reaper: I gotta admit. This is the first time someone has pulled one over on me while unconscious.
Bobby’s like, I got stuff to do. But the Reaper says he’s trying to help him – calls him ‘Bobby’ and not ‘Mr. Singer.’
Reaper: You’re going to die. You think you can stop it by pinning me like a bug? You’ve seen the dark coming, things going blank. Cell by cell, that bullet is killing your brain. So, this trap won’t last forever because this room won’t hold because you. are. going. to. die.
Bobby: You think.
Reaper: Come with me. Be done. You’ve earned it. Or fight me. Stay here. You know the drill.
Rufus: You want to get stuck? Turn into a ghost? You’re thinking you can help those boys, but how many spirits you meet in the right mind? Some hunter’s gonna cut you down.
Reaper: Bobby. You’ve helped. You got handed a small, unremarkable life and you did something with it. (Aside – I liked that; I can only hope the same could be said of me one day.) Most men like you die of liver disease watching Barney Miller reruns. You’ve done enough. Believe me.
Bobby: I don’t care.
Bobby: Because they’re my boys.
*rubs heart* Oh, Bobby. You might not have been their dad – and they had a pretty awesome dad, all things considered – but you loved them like they were your own. And that’s pretty powerful, right there.
Y’know, hearing about the boys going hunting with him when they were kids, seeing Bobby with a ten-year-old Dean tossing the ball around, makes me really want to know what caused the fight between John and Bobby that had John pulling a shotgun on Bobby and made it so that when the boys meet up with Bobby back in Season 1 it’s evident that they haven’t seen him in a long, long time. I have my own version of it, of course (“Blue Collar Man”), but I’d really like to know what the canon version is one day.
YoungBobby shows up and Bobby gives in, telling the kid to lead the way saying, “The way out is through,” which is incidentally a pretty good NIN song. He looks at Rufus and says it was good to see him again, then returns to the “nice dinner” memory. It’s an awful one, truly. Dad is yelling a mom who is on the floor cleaning up the mess. He tells YoungBobby to get a broom, then tells mom that she lets him get away with everything. She says she’s almost done, suggests he get another drink, but then he hits her because she ‘told him what to do.’
People like this man make me sick. Physically ill. I’ll just leave it at that.
Mom looks up at adult Bobby and says, “Why do you always provoke him?” Dad looks at adult Bobby and says, “Because he’s a bad kid.” Bobby is like, “That’s a load of crap. Who the hell were you to say?” It’s obvious this need to tell his father off has been brewing for a long, long, LONG time. While his mom helplessly tries to ‘shhh’ him, Bobby lays into his dad that he never deserved respect, he was a drunken bully who punched women and kids. His dad says he deserved it – he was nothing but ungrateful.
Bobby: I was a kid! Kids aren’t supposed to be grateful. They’re supposed to eat your food and break your heart, you selfish dick! You died and I was still so afraid I’d turn into you I never had any kids of my own.
Dad: Good. You break everything you touch.
Broken record, much? *snarls at dad*
Bobby: Well, I adopted two boys and they grew up great. They grew up heroes. So you can go to Hell.
In the real world we find out that Bobby’s showing signs of responsiveness, so they’re taking him up for surgery – if the boys want to see him, they have to go now.
Back in the memory, mom is bleeding on the floor, saying she’s sorry. Dad is yelling at her. And YoungBobby comes in with a rifle. We’re obviously back in The Way It Really Happened. Dad laughs at YoungBobby, giving him the you’re not man enough line about using the rifle. He grabs mom up by the hair and mom tells Young Bobby to just go, but obviously YoungBobby has seen how this scenario plays out one too many times and he shoots – hitting Dad in the head in the exact same spot…which…weird – and dad falls down, dead.
Bobby looks like he’s about ready to cry. I welled up at this point, just seeing him have to relive this life-alerting moment.
Mom: Bobby…what did you do? God is gonna punish you.
Bobby (to his younger self): Hey…you did what you had to do. This is where you learn that they pretty much never say thanks when you save them. (*rubs heart*) Now, go get a shovel and bury the old man behind the woodshed.
Which explains where his younger self was running in from when he saw him the first time. Just then, the Reaper shows up saying Bobby has the only genetic case of ‘bullet in the brain’ he’s ever seen. Bobby runs for the door. The boys are at Bobby’s bed, leaning close, faces tight with pain and grief, trying to think of what to say. Sam takes Bobby’s hand.
Sam: Bobby, hey. Just…thanks. For everything.
Bobby struggles awake, trying to breathe, to talk. Dean grabs a pen, telling him don’t talk, don’t talk. Bobby grabs Sam’s hand as he’s fighting to breathe and writes the numbers down on Sam’s hand, then collapses back, weakly. Boys are leaning over him and he looks at them with pure, unadulterated love, and they echo that look as he says, “Idjits.”
I had a huge lump in my throat, but I surprised myself. I didn’t actually cry. My chest was tight, my eyes burned, but it wasn’t like I thought. It wasn’t like when Ellen died along with her daughter because she was damn sure not gonna let Jo go alone. Maybe it’s that I am a mom and have a daughter that their sacrifice hit me so much harder. Maybe it’s because we traveled this journey with Bobby through his ‘custard’ and I saw that what the Reaper said was true. I’m not sure, but I didn’t cry. And when he fell back and the heart monitor went flat line, the biggest thing I wanted to do was hold the boys.
I mourn for their loss, not the loss of Bobby. Does that make sense? I mean, I know we don’t know for sure what he says, but if this truly is it, I mourn for the boys. For their being alone. For their broken hearts. I’ll miss having the curmudgeon around. And I know it will be hard to fight all the bad guys without his wealth of knowledge. But Bobby as a person, as a character, I think this was a good send off.