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Dean clung onto Bobby’s flask, little knowing he was actually clinging onto Bobby himself.
Every so often he’d take it out and swing from it, remembering how stressful moments had been lightened by Bobby doing the same thing.
A few times he thought he caught the word idjet on the breeze or in the back of his mind, just like Bobby used to say it.
He shook his head, like Sam had said, this was them being normal for once and reacting like normal people reacted to the death of a loved one. They weren’t actually being haunted by Bobby.
