Supernatural Bobby Singer Quotes Novels & Stories

The tone of their voices piqued my curiosity and I leaned towards the door, even as I decided to listen to their conversation, "It clear she thinks us for the fool," Bobby's angry voice boomed into my ears, his words dripping with hatred and anger as he spoke. "She has deliberately rejected my calls and had not sent any information in the past many weeks," he continued, while my furrow deepened as I listened on, As I stood right beside the door, I began to wonder who they were talking about. I needed no one to tell me my father and brother wouldn't let the person off easily, especially after they seemed to have been fooled by the person.

"Dude, I can't. Not right now. It's... rather delicate." "It's about a girl," Bobby fired. Lucas scratched the back of his head. "Er... I can neither confirm nor deny." Bobby sipped his cappuccino and grinned like a Cheshire cat, oblivious to the milk mustache that he was displaying. "Uh-huh..." Lucas laughed at the sight. He got up, resolved to let him own it. "Let's head back. * * * * *

Bobby said suddenly. "World domination is very lonely. Let me give you a suggestion. Be their savior. Do that and everyone will admire you, look up to you, praise you, and admire you. They will worship the ground you walk on," Stella said with a smile, tapping the table with her fingers. "Yes, you're right. You're the only one who has the ability to communicate with me. You are like a beacon in my life," Bobby agreed. "We still have a lot to learn before we achieve our goals. You should read. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

When I was six years old, I came down with a terrible fever. Doris carried me through a blizzard and begged a clinic doctor to treat me. She spent her entire life pinching pennies, setting aside every dollar for my future wedding. "Mark, ghosts are easier to deal with than people. A ghost just wants your life, but people will strip you to the bone." She used to say it while sipping her tea. ‘Doris, you were wrong. ‘In this world, people are far more poisonous than ghosts.’

If heaven existed, I was in it with my beautiful mother, and that is exactly where she belongs, in heaven. I suddenly heard the screeching sound of tires against asphalt, a voice asking if he was awake. He being me and the thick African accented voice was Bobby's. "He is starting to regain consciousness, I think," Sharon replied him. "Oh, thank God, he's not dead in my truck," Bobby said with a sigh of relief.

My body stiffened coupled with a mix of hate, rage, and fear, storming through my being and causing me to shudder. Rotten Soul shot that smirk at me, waving slightly as his lips carved out words that only I could hear "Guess we meet again. My little bitch."

My face tells him the whole truth without any words. Castiel feels a sudden happy mood inside his chest, though he does not know why. He smiles big at Dean. "What if I say I am taking her anyway?" Sam starts shouting and letting out loud whistles. "Bobby, get your moon phone right now! Record this! Castiel is fighting the Supreme Alpha over a dirty cleaner! We can sell this to the pack news for so many resources! It will be the biggest story tomorrow!" Bobby pours himself some strong wine and laughs at Sam. "I can tell you right now, if you record this, the only news tomorrow will be your dead body floating in the pack river."

"Oh, really? I saw what you did for Bobby, you know." He pulled out a soda, offering it to me like we were friends just hanging out. I shook my head even though my mouth was as dry as the dirt road outside. He shrugged and popped open the can before sitting back down on the sofa. He took a swig and let out a deep, satisfied breath. "That's my gift, by the way," he added. I was having a hard time keeping up. "What?" "I can see auras and, baby, yours lit up like a rainbow when you talked to Bobby that first day!"

If even she found it terrifying, Bobby's expression at the moment was beyond strange. Bobby sneered. "You must really have no idea how big the world is. You're the first ordinary person to speak to me this way. Don't worry. I won't let you die too quickly. First, I'll crush every bone in your body, then I'll take your head and use it as a soccer ball. How does that sound?" Felix shook his head and sighed. "Not very appealing, honestly." With a casual gesture, he raised his right hand and pointed a single finger.

"But not as fast. And definitely not while looking as good as you do right now." My breath caught. He seemed to realize what he'd said, pulling back slightly, ears pink. "I mean—" "Bobby," I said, surprising myself with how steady my voice sounded. "It's okay." He looked at me, something shifting in his expression. "Yeah?" "Yeah," I said. Zuki cleared her throat lightly. "Should I get more soda from downstairs?" "No," Bobby said quickly, then seemed embarrassed by how fast he answered. "I mean, I'll get it. You guys stay."