Ain't No Way No How

Set during: Late Season 7

Bobby had not been ready to die. He had been more prepared for the damn Apocalypse or even that kiss from Crowley – which to be honest was an image most people had tried to get out of their minds; Bobby especially.

He had been prepared for wendigos and werewolves, witches and demons – Lucifer himself – but not for death.

So he had decided to stay, after all there was work to do and damn if he was going to stop ganking ghosts just because he had become one.

Not that things were exactly going to plan.

The worst thing was that being bound to an object really did mean bound – in this case it was his old hip flask. And Bobby literally couldn't travel anywhere without it. The upside was that Dean carried it on his person at all times.

The downside was that Dean carried it on his person at all times.

And in his current non-corporal state this meant he could watch demons knock Sam and Dean twenty-five ways to Sunday without being able to do anything about it.

It meant he had to endure hours and hours of Dick Roman investigation and conversation without being able to contribute to it.

It also meant he had nowhere to run when, without warning, Dean pulled the Impala off to the side of the road, pulled the handbrake, and then pulled Sam towards him for an all-engulfing, non-escaping kiss.

Luckily the jacket with the hip flask was tossed into the front seat so at least Bobby could transfer there when the boys moved into the back.

But no number of incantations he repeated to himself, or "Idjits!" he shouted at the top of his voice could possibly block the sounds from the rear of the impala.

And from the noises Sam was making it was obvious that Dean had done this before.

Maybe he hadn't thought this through properly – back when he thought ducking his reaper was a good idea.

"Oh, balls"