There were two things that Bobby Singer became aware of as he crawled out of the wreck that was his home. Firstly that he should be dead, and secondly there was someone standing in the middle of the rubble that looked a hell of a lot like that prophet.
He was muttering to himself, kicking at the ashes “This whole thing is more trouble than it’s worth…should have just stuck to playing the Sims but nooo I wanted to make a real life version!” His foot struck a molten pile of what was once Bobby’s oven and he flinched, hoping on one foot. “Damn it! What did I make the Leviathan in the first place anyway?” He paused then laughed, “Oh right, day after I created tequila, I still need to apologise to Australia for the platy-” He broke off, catching sight of Bobby.
They stared at each other for a long moment, sizing each other up. The prophet (Chuck? Wasn’t that his name?) rolled his eyes and made a shooing gesture with his hands, “Go on then, you uh, don’t have all day.” Bobby was suddenly overwhelmed by the strangest urge to just start walking, he didn’t even know where…but his feet seemed to have a good idea of where they were headed. He left Chuck, still muttering about his foot and wanting to just drown everything and start over, and walked away.
He didn’t know how long he walked, didn’t notice really until he reached the lake where Cas…the leviathan….whatever had waded in. He stood there, surprised at how peaceful it seemed after something so awful had taken place there just hours earlier. He had no idea what he was so supposed to be doing until a faint ‘Do I have to do everything around here?!’ drifted past him and he just knew.
He walked around the shore of the lake until he came across a dock and knelt on the edge. He rolled up his sleeves and plunged his arm down into the murky water. He stayed that way for several minutes, his fingers groping blindly until they brushed against something. It felt like fabric, and when he gave it a gently tug he realised it was large and a dead weight. He felt his heart clench, but nonetheless braced himself and pulled hard; tumbling back onto the dock as the water around him erupted and the thing landed beside him.
It was Cas.
Eyes closed, pale and unmoving. His tattered suit, sodden with water, clung to Jimmy’s thin frame. He was cold to touch. There was no way he could be alive.
Then, as if the fates had decided to say ‘screw you’, his eyes snapped open and he stared at Bobby blearily before gasping sharply like he’d just realised he’d left the kettle on and coughing, spitting up several mouthfuls of lake water.
“Have you been holding your breath this entire time?” Bobby asked in disbelief
“It would appear so.” His voice was even rougher than usual.
“Well damn it son, we thought the Leviathan had turned your vessel into jelly”
“It was not able to, my form was too strong for it. But I fear that now, without me there to hold it back, there will be no stopping it.” Castiel dropped his head into his hands, looking smaller and more venerable than Bobby had ever seen him.
He patted Castiel on the back, just resting letting his hand rest there. “Well look on the bright side; my house burned down, you helped release an ancient and pissed off being into the unsuspecting world, Sam is slowly falling to pieces and Dean can’t acknowledge his manpain long enough to do anything useful.” Castiel flinched at the mention of Dean and Bobby gave his arm a reassuring squeeze.
”But we’ll get through it. We’ll go find those two idjits in a minute. Just sit here and take all the time you need, I’ll wait with you.”
Castiel looked at him, and managed a pained grimace Bobby suspected was his attempted at a smile. “Thank you.”
Bobby coughed, his voice gruff “Yeah well…if I left you knuckleheads behind every time you kicked off an apocalypse you’d have no one left. You’re family and I don’t abandon family no matter what you do.”
