@SheriffMills@HadAWeekendOff@imanaquarius@S0GetThis@ImStillYourMan [He knows when a conversation is over and he uses the excuse to pull out his phone and remove himself from the table. No sense standing on ceremony when there's work to be done. First call is to Garth.]
@SheriffMills@HadAWeekendOff@imanaquarius@S0GetThis@ImStillYourMan [Nobody is shoving anyone but even Rufus feels a hand between his shoulder blades and if he does... He looks over at the boys, a hint of sympathy in his eyes. Now's not the time to go soft but these boys -
@HadAWeekendOff@SheriffMills@imanaquarius@S0GetThis@ImStillYourMan [Bout time this particular shoe finally dropped but far be it for him to take the bit now that Bobby has the reins. Instead, he projects his support and sits back with his drink, letting his friend get the -
@HadAWeekendOff@SheriffMills@imanaquarius@S0GetThis@ImStillYourMan [Like Bobby would even know what to do if his house suddenly emptied off all life but him. He'd go stir crazy and he knows it. And Rufus would tell him that to his face if he even tried to suggest clearing -
@HadAWeekendOff@SheriffMills@S0GetThis@imanaquarius@ImStillYourMan giving the younger man a once over, as well. He'd learned it was far easier to see behind Sam's false bravado by the simple expediency of checking in with Dean instead. Hadn't failed him yet. With a sniff, -
@HadAWeekendOff@SheriffMills [He looks over the list, whistling low and scribing a hand over his sparce hair.] Yeah. Yeah, I should still have the number somewhere.
@HadAWeekendOff@SheriffMills [Yeah, he's gonna ask.] And what are they doing about their other not so little problem? [That's a game piece that should have been taken off the board long ago.]
@HadAWeekendOff@SheriffMills [As if Rufus is gonna let that limey bastard's reappearance go without an eyebrow raise at the least. That's the last thing they need to deal with now. Still, if Bobby knew the hook, he'd have already spilled it.] So we're on shopping duty?
@HadAWeekendOff [He muttered a few choice words for Bobby, good naturedly, of course, before pulling his phone out and turning back to the monitor, dialing the number, his voice filled with false cheer.] Frank! It's Rufus... Turner... Man, what do you mean how do you know I'm me?
@HadAWeekendOff [He snorts at that.] Half these hunters are sitting this side of a pine box cause of you. [Him included. He sighed.] And every one of them have their own things. If I could convince them it was end of the world...