Moonlight Dwelling

Since Bobby didn't answer the door Dean went inside with Sam right behind him. He heard someone in the kitchen so he reached for his gun just in case.

"Shut the door already you idjits. My legs might be useless but my hearing ain't"

Sam shut the door. The smell of cookies was in the air.

"Bobby are you baking?"

Bobby had wheeled himself into the living room.

"Has that damn angel figured out a way to give me my legs back?"

"Sorry Bobby."

The timer dinged so Bobby rolled himself back into the kitchen to take the cookies out of the oven. Dean and Sam followed him.

"They smell delicious."

It was weird seeing Bobby bake since neither one of the brothers knew he could. Dean wondered if Bobby would make him a pie.

By Barbara Desmond