Sam stops Dean before he zaps Bobby too much and asks how much more he thinks Bobby can take. The monster is all, you can’t kill me without taking him with me. The boys look grim and exchange a look. Then, in another moment of wordless solidarity, Sam hands Dean a roll of duct tape and Dean tapes Bobby’s mouth and ears. He looks at Sam, who nods.
Dean: No way out, sluggo! Bobby! Hang on in there!
Sam flinches and shakes and has to turn away. Bobby’s body is rocked with electricity. And Dean’s jaw muscle jumps and twitches—perhaps remembering the pain of having gone through this before—as he has to hurt his friend pretty badly to get the monster out. Black gunk oozes out of Bobby’s nose and ears and then he slumps forward, the spot on his neck charred black. A black wormy thing slithers out of his ear and hits the floor.
I actually said, step on it! to my TV.
Dean calls Bobby’s name. Sam pulls the tape from Bobby’s mouth and cradles his head, both bending close, calling Bobby’s name. Sam says, frantically, that he’s not breathing…and then we fade to black.
We return with both boys standing in the rain over a freshly buried grave in the middle of a cemetery looking grim. For one fraction of a second I was like, they wouldn’t dare, but then Bobby stepped up between them.
You mean Show, you.
Dean: Never figured Rufus for the religious type.
Bobby: He didn’t keep kosher. Pulled the old “can’t work on the Sabbath card” when we had to bury a body.
The boys each offer him a half smile. Bobby just looks beat down. Lost. Just about as lost as he did the second time he had to kill his wife. I wondered what they’d decided to do with Samuel and Gwen. Wondered if they burned them or buried them. But then Bobby started talking and I decided to let it go.
Bobby: Y’know…I was just a job. I was Joe Mechanic until my wife got possessed. I stabbed her but it didn’t do anything. Next thing I knew, this guy comes busting in, soaked her with Holy Water, sent that demon back to Hell. I woulda gone away for killing her, but Rufus cleaned up everything. Taught me a thing or two about what’s really out there. Pretty soon, we were riding together. Like you two knuckleheads.
And, guh. I hope this wasn’t a foreshadowing—Bobby and Rufus were like Sam and Dean…Bobby killed Rufus (though not of his own volition). That coupled with MoA being called Eve…a woman who gave birth to fated brothers, one killing the other…. I hope I’m reading too much into this and going off in a very wrong direction.
Sam: What happened?
Bobby: Omaha. It was my fault, and he never let it go.
Dean: Well, he should have.
He looked kinda beautiful—if a bad-ass hunter can look beautiful—in that moment. His face set, his eyes serious, standing in the rain next to his friend and his brother. (annnnd avi number two)
Bobby: You don’t know what I did, Dean.
Dean: Doesn’t matter. At the end of the day, you two were family. Life’s short. Ours shorter than most. What are we going to do? Spend it wringing our hands? Something’s gonna get us. Eventually. And when my guts get ripped out, just so you two know? We’re good. Blanket apology for all the crap that anyone’s pulled all around.
Wow. I mean…wow. Seriously.
Sam: Some of us pulled a lot of crap, Dean.
Dean (lips folded, one shake of the head): Well, clean slate.
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