BelovedBastet

The harsh sound of the rain and the unforgiving wind of the storm made it hard to hear Bobby's voice as was without the constant roar of the Impala's engine and the earth shaking claps of thunder so I made a feeble attempt to block out the outside noises with a hand over my right ear. "What? Bobby, I-- I can barely hear you," I said, exasperation mingling with the slightest hints of irritation all too obvious in my voice. The only clear words I could make out were "not screaming" and "idjit" but the message was pretty clear: "I'm not screaming just so you can hear me, idjit!" With a small sigh and after I shot Dean a look, I took in a deep br