NO TIME TO DIE ◦ 𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

chapter fifty three.

CHAPTER FIFTY THREE:
WHAT ABOUT US.

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HAVING BOBBY AND Reese in the same room once again was a surreal feeling.

It did take some time to convince Bobby to even be in the same room as Reese, Birdie having to throw in the fact that if she could handle being in a room with her father, then Bobby could too. With that, it was settled that they would work with Reese and his "associates", as Bobby had deemed them, on their path at attempting to stop Lucifer and all of his fiendish demons.

Birdie had caught Reese up on the angels, Ruby, and everything in between so that he was up to speed. She didn't say anything else to him until he and his group arrived at Bobby's a couple of days later, making for one awkward encounter once they were all inside with Rumsfeld moving from one person to the other in search of pets and affection.

"I'm not sure Rumsfeld likes havin' so many folks around," Bobby grumbled under his breath. Birdie gave him a light nudge in the ribs, glancing into the living room.

The two of them were standing together in the kitchen, eyes focusing on Reese as he sat on the edge of Bobby's desk with a book in his hand. Maverick and his adoptive father, Joel, were both seated on the couch, going through some notes Sam had taken. Sam leaned against the doorway between the hall and the living room, trying to find a particular page in the book he held. Callum was by the bookshelf, skimming through some of them to see if there were any he hadn't heard of or read yet. Dean had gone outside a few minutes ago to get some air, trying to get away from the tension that still hung around. Rumsfeld, on the other hand, was now perched in between Maverick and his father, happily relishing in all of the pets the green haired boy was giving him.

"I think you're mistaken," Birdie softly said, taking note of Rumsfeld's wagging tail and his tongue flopped out of his slobbery mouth. "He is loving this, Bobby."

Bobby let out a huff in response. He reached into the fridge, grabbing a beer from the top shelf. He offered another to Birdie but she shook her head. "Your loss, kiddo."

"You drink, Birdie?"

Birdie turned her head, seeing her father walking into the room. "Uh, not too often," she answered. "Why?"

"I don't know. I guess I just. . .it's still weird to think you're old enough to drink now."

"Wouldn't be so weird if you'd bothered to stick around," Bobby said.

"Bobby!" Birdie sharply hissed, giving him a quick glare that he ignored.

Reese shrugged, a sad smile on his lips. "No, no, he's right."

Birdie heavily sighed, looking between her father and Bobby. Neither of them had said a word to each other since Reese got there until now.

When Reese was introducing Callum, Maverick, and Joel, he made a clear point not to make eye contact with Bobby as if he believed the man would attack him for doing so. Bobby did say a couple things to the others, but his apprehension and annoyance was visible despite him trying to hide it for Birdie's sake. But with Reese right there in front of him, and with everything he'd learned the man had done while they all thought he was dead. . .Bobby didn't want to hold back from letting Reese know what he thought.