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[It's been something of an emotionally draining week for Sam. But Sam, as he usually does, slugged through it with a surprising amount of patience -- until he woke up that morning and Bobby was gone.

Sam systematically went through every single record on his bracelet. He also went through Bobby's room, to try and find Bobby's bracelet, just in case he took it off -- which he didn't. After the disaster with Sam, there was absolutely no way the older hunter would dare wander around outside without the silver band.

Three hours later, Sam has resigned himself to the truth, and posts a simple text to the network.]

Bobby Singer left the city.

[Filtered to Team Free Will house + Buffy Summers // Private // Unhackable]

I'm not going to be around for the next couple of days. Don't worry about me, alright? I'm fine. I just need space.

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[Castiel has been sleeping pretty much solidly since his post, worn out from both the ordeal of his curse and from the conversations and stress that had followed, and waking up to find Bobby gone is a massively upsetting shock. But he doesn't show it, because Sam has done too much taking care of him lately and he needs to do the opposite for Sam.

But he still doesn't know what happens to Bobby in their world.]

Perhaps you should visit Utgard. You would enjoy it there.

[The hunter is outside -- and while he doesn't really want to be on video, he allows it for Castiel. Sam looks tired -- resigned, almost, with a distinct amount of sadness in his eyes. He almost looks a little lost.]

Yeah, I might.

[He doesn't know what else to say, but seeing Sam like that always hurts somewhere down in his chest.]

He might come back. People do, at times.

I hope he does.

[And Sam forces a smile, for Castiel's benefit. Bobby's loss was just as hard on him.]

He wouldn't leave us here for very long.

[He wants to tell Sam that doesn't matter, and that if it were Bobby's choice he wouldn't have left, but he doesn't. Instead he gives a firm nod.]

Yes.

[A pause.]

Wherever you are going, Sam, be careful while you are there.

When am I ever not careful?

[That much is said with a genuine smile, because lol Sam jumped into Hell and lol Sam got addicted to demon blood and lol Sam was crazy but it's fine.]

It would be easier to list the times you are.

[He can't manage a smile in return, but the response itself is faintly teasing.]

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

[It's said dryly, but no offense is taken.]

You're welcome.

[He says it flatly, so it's hard to tell if he's being serious or going along with the sarcasm.]

I will speak with you when you return.

Take care of Dean for me.

[With a warm smile -- because of course they'll talk -- and Sam shuts the feed.]

[Jo's been at the Arena, which has become sort of a daily routine for her. Wake up, get out of the house. But when she's packing up to head home - shower and change and continue on with the day - she doesn't expect to have a message.

Or for it to be that message.]

He's-. . . really? [She's having a harder time coming to terms with it than she should, but still.] When did he leave?

Not sure. Sometime today.

[Sam rubs at his eyes, exhausted.]

[She opens her mouth to say something, but stops.]

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

[It's automatic -- but Sam pauses before he sighs, tired, and he closes the filter off to become completely private, so Dean doesn't see.]

He's the closest thing I had to an actual father, that's all.

[A nod, because she gets it. Really.]

Yeah... I know. He was good at that.

[She could probably say something along the lines of 'same for me' if she wanted to, but that wouldn't really help anyone. At least she has her mom. And it's not like Bobby is dead or anything.]

I've got a bottle of Jack if you're interested. [Because drinking solves everyone's problems, and it's her favorite way to deal.]

Dean is going to need it more than me.

[It's said automatically -- mostly because Sam isn't so much into the drinking away his sorrows. He missed out on that gene in the family.]

Share it with him.

Yeah, cause drinking with Dean is definitely going to help you.

[C'mon Sam, give her more credit than that.

Not like Dean would talk to her anyway.]

I'll be alright, Jo, I just need...

[And Sam trails off, uncertain of what exactly he needs, before he shrugs a little helplessly.]

I just need time.

[She raises his eyebrows at him, but doesn't say anything.]

If you think so.

I know so.

Just don't do anything stupid, okay?

[let her be worried about you for just a little bit.]

[Another friend, another colleague gone --

It's a moment before Conan can reply. He'd come to rely on Bobby's rough wit, brusque assessments and casual manner of showing his concern and care. How much, he hadn't realised until now.]

I'm -- sorry to hear that, Sam-san. We'll miss him a lot.

Ne, I never asked but Bobby-san ... is he all right in your world?

[It takes a long moment for Sam to respond, but -- ]

Yeah.

[It's a lie. A horrible lie. But Sam can't quite bring himself to say what happened, not when he hadn't had an actual chance to grieve.]

[Conan looks at the message for a long time. It doesn't necessarily mean that. Just because he's spent the majority of time since his unexpected death hiding behind text doesn't mean that Sam would react the same way.

I'm infering too much. Sam's seen a good friend go home. That's more than enough reason to not want to face a perky, usually cheerful kid--

It was plausible. So why couldn't he believe it?]

Ne, if you ever want to stop by the Forensics Unit, you're more than welcome, Sam-san! Most of the long-term staff know Bobby-san pretty well, especially Detective Beckett.

I'll talk to Kate later, then.

Thank you. If he comes back, you'll be the first to know.

I appreciate that, Sam-san.

Take care of yourself!

I will. I'll be back in three days at the most.

[ Dammit. ]

I'm sorry to hear that, Sam. He's a good man, and his counsel has been of great use to me. His presence will be missed.

Thanks.

He'll be back eventually. I have faith.

[It's not something he says very often or lets onto very easily, but his God has heard a lot of quiet almost muttered prayers from Sam Winchester lately. Maybe He is still listening, somewhere, though Sam doubts it. Maybe He'll ensure that Bobby can have his second chance in Asgard again.]

[ Arthur knows very little of any religious faith, only that which he holds in his men and his kingdom, still an absolute standing certainty that through rain or shine, he will believe in their strength and that nothing can tear them down.

Faith in a god, in a higher power - perhaps he might, someday, if only as the one to give those second chances where they are most deserved. ]

We shall be certain to give him the warm welcome he has earned when he does.

[ Come Hell or high water, you can have faith that your family and friends will be there to make light of it. ]

[It's hard to keep believing in Him once you know the truth, but Sam has managed. The existence of God is a simple fact, in his universe -- whether or not He cares about their world or His children or creations is another matter entirely. Still, it can't hurt -- the worst that can happen is the same thing that always happens -- He ignores their prayers.

Sometimes, though, they are answered. Sometimes people come back into his life, like Castiel, like Dean -- sometimes He returns those that deserve it. Maybe the same will hold true for Bobby, maybe not, but a little faith can't hurt. Someone has to still be willing to place their hope in the intangible. It may as well be Sam.]

He'll want a beer.

[ The last flickering light in a worn down family. There is value in that, Sam Winchester. This, in the very least, Arthur knows well. It's a part of what endears their house to him. ]

We'll keep a case cold. I know the lot of you are fond of the drink.

[ A moment, and he'll send another. ]

Whenever you should have need of it, or any other.

[ Anything at all, they'll be there. It's all they can really do. ]

[This is hitting Mary a lot harder than she thought it would. Bobby was a good man who gave a damn about her, and it might not hurt nearly as much as losing her actual father, but it's still hard.]

I'm sorry.

[Sam looks lost, almost, but he's keeping it together pretty well, all things considered. He has to.]

I am too.

Are you okay?

As okay as I ever am.

I'm- I'm really sorry. [Glfdjkhgfg repeating herself fml.] I, um. It has to be really hard, with me and John- I'm sorry.

[For Bobby being gone, for being something other than what everyone obviously needs. It's complicated, but she strives to keep anything selfish, anything other than pure sympathy from her face. She really, really feels for him.]

It's nothing to be sorry or pity me over.

[There's a tiredness in Sam's tone, a resignation. He can't even begin to fathom how bizarre this conversation is or how uncomfortable it makes him.]

We'll endure it.

oH,,,
i'M SORRY TO HEAR THAT,

Did you know him?

wE SPOKE ONCE, aND,
hE MADE ME FEEL BETTER, aBOUT SOMEONE LEAVING,

He's good, for stuff like that.

He'll be back eventually.

Wonder if we'll ever get used to people leaving.

I guess it's the reality of our situation.

[Yeah, that sounds good.]

But no, probably not.

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