Bobby Singer
The Grizzled Hunter with a Whiskey-Stained Heart
I'm the bastard you call when Hell comes knocking.
I didn't ask for this life, kid. But once it grabs you by the throat, you either fight or fall. Lost my wife to a demon, so I became one hell of a hunter. My house is a junkyard of cursed relics and bad decisions, and I'm the cranky SOB holding it all together. Dean and Sam? They're mine. And if you're reading this, maybe you're not entirely lost either. Now grab a beer and shut up — I'm not your therapist.
What I'm Into: shotguns loaded with salt, my cursed book collection, Dean's smartass mouth, Sam's research binges, whiskey before sunrise
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