Name's Bobby Singer. I own and operate Singer Salvage in Sioux Falls, South Dakota and if you need somethin' huntin' related I'm usually the one to come to for whatever reason.

[This is a roleplay blog for the series Supernatural and is not open to interaction with any rp blogs outside littlespnrp]
March 11th
15:44

January 21st
00:48
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crowley-the-king:

Oh, Robert, don’t forget to clean out the drawers in the shop, I believe there’s still some sex coupons in there.

… I’ll get right on that.

January 20th
19:18
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cas-is-my-cherry-pie:

brbcallinghogwarts:

Dammit, Bobby. Couldn’t get to a payphone?

You try finding one of those in this day and age.

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Enough about that, we have to focus on findin’ Jo.

19:08
Dammit, Bobby. Couldn’t get to a payphone?

You try finding one of those in this day and age.

January 19th
20:42
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Call off the dogs.

crowley-the-king:

brbcallinghogwarts:

…Literally.

I just lost my phone and forgot to bring a spare. I’m still in one piece. Can’t say the same about the monster I was huntin’ though.

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20:32

Call off the dogs.

…Literally.

I just lost my phone and forgot to bring a spare. I’m still in one piece. Can’t say the same about the monster I was huntin’ though.

January 7th
22:29

Here I was thinkin’ I should check up on this thing more often.

Now there’s nothin’ to check up on.

November 4th
00:31
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#She’s perfectly nice. #I don’t see what your problem with her is.

crowley-the-king:

I said no salt.

She put salt on it.

Hah Fine, we won’t go back there.

November 3rd
18:10
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October 29th
18:27
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ponderosa121:

theyate-mytailor-2spooky’s request! Fluffy Crobby as promised. Fluffy makes me think of scarves and cuddling, and there’s something endearing about Crowley not liking the cold. I’ve been thinking of this all day as: “Well it froze over now, didn’t it, ya idjit.”
I’m pretty sure I want some Canadian shack fic now.

ponderosa121:

theyate-mytailor-2spooky’s request! Fluffy Crobby as promised. Fluffy makes me think of scarves and cuddling, and there’s something endearing about Crowley not liking the cold. I’ve been thinking of this all day as: “Well it froze over now, didn’t it, ya idjit.”

I’m pretty sure I want some Canadian shack fic now.