It's not that Bobby isn't happy for them. He is. It's just that - "Fuck, harder!" "Dean! Oh Dean!" - there are things a man shouldn't be forced to put up with in his own home.
"Right there, right there. Fuck, Cas."
He stands for a moment, looking over the broom and the shotgun with careful consideration. In the end, he chooses the broom.
He gives the ceiling two hard smacks and is rewarded with a loud thunk from above. "Separate sides of the bed, boys! And that bed better not so much as creak the rest of the night."
He's happy for them, alright. That doesn't mean he's going to listen to it.
He's not gonna be the one to wash those sheets either.
Tiny Dean/Cas Fill
"Fuck, harder!"
"Dean! Oh Dean!"
- there are things a man shouldn't be forced to put up with in his own home.
"Right there, right there. Fuck, Cas."
He stands for a moment, looking over the broom and the shotgun with careful consideration. In the end, he chooses the broom.
He gives the ceiling two hard smacks and is rewarded with a loud thunk from above. "Separate sides of the bed, boys! And that bed better not so much as creak the rest of the night."
He's happy for them, alright. That doesn't mean he's going to listen to it.
He's not gonna be the one to wash those sheets either.