Last Evening

(I own nothing. Kripe owns Supernatural. Set in Abandon All Hope before they leave)

Bobby Singer sat on the porch and chuckled as Ellen Harvelle got the angel drunk. He wasn't sure Castiel ever drank alcohol before Lucifer rose. Dean made a pass at Jo. He'd seen that coming. He'd also predicted her shooting him down. Sam was minding his own business. Castiel definitely looked confused. The whiskey had an effect.
"So think they can do it?"

Bobby looked up as Ellen approached him and began to roll his wheels across the porch. Ellen chuckled a bit.
"When I come back I'm getting you a new wheelchair. Going to make it camouflage and arm it with salt, a shot gun, and a knife in the handles. How you been getting by in your two story house?" She asked as she sat on the steps next to him.
"Moved to the first floor. The purpose of getting angel boy drunk was what exactly?"
"Way I figure it whenever I re-open the Roadhouse he might be a client."
"You sound like you have a lot of plans to live past tomorrow."
"Its better then thinking I'm going to die tonight. But should this be my end, I've got one question Bobby Singer."
"What's that?" Bobby turned to where Ellen was looking up at him smirking.
"Are you paralyzed everywhere below the hips?"