Time, time, time, never enough or too much, it speeds by in a flash of numbers and gets lost all in itself, as well as to everyone else. There was never, and will never, be enough to go around; this is a fast paced society, people needed results and they needed them then and now. High demand, high expectations, and high outcomes, it was always too high, so high, it was always nearly out of reach.
Bobby Singer felt as if he was rushed more than he would dare admit, he may have been older but he was capable of getting things done at certain points and hitting his deadlines straight on the dot. Perhaps he was just needed too often, or maybe he just had a lot of time on his hands, but that didn't mean he didn't feel as if the world expected maybe …show more content…
It seemed that Ben had been infected and they just wanted to know what they were dealing with. Their doctor, or whoever-the-hell-they-went-to-for-medical-help couldn't put a diagnosis for some disease they had expected it to be, and said it had been a severe allergic reaction. That seemed normal enough, but then again, there was a catch. Seemed to be that all children under the age of seventeen and above three had caught the damn thing, which, seeing as it should have been a given, looked as if it had originated from some kind of insect. Tiny bite marks all up Ben’s arms and legs, and Bobby was downright bewildered that the doctor had brushed it off as unimportant.
Dean must have felt the same way he did about the situation and eventually just called him up to help him handle it.
Bobby had been sitting there for maybe hours although it felt like decades, back having been hunched over for a good majority of the time, and slowly beginning to ache with the lack of movement it was suffering from, especially in such a laboring position. The hunter let a heavy sigh pass his thin lips, a hand moving to scratch the side of his bearded chin, before pushing against the arms of his chair to stand.
Too many bugs on too many pages in too many books, his head
Bobby Singer felt as if he was rushed more than he would dare admit, he may have been older but he was capable of getting things done at certain points and hitting his deadlines straight on the dot. Perhaps he was just needed too often, or maybe he just had a lot of time on his hands, but that didn't mean he didn't feel as if the world expected maybe …show more content…
It seemed that Ben had been infected and they just wanted to know what they were dealing with. Their doctor, or whoever-the-hell-they-went-to-for-medical-help couldn't put a diagnosis for some disease they had expected it to be, and said it had been a severe allergic reaction. That seemed normal enough, but then again, there was a catch. Seemed to be that all children under the age of seventeen and above three had caught the damn thing, which, seeing as it should have been a given, looked as if it had originated from some kind of insect. Tiny bite marks all up Ben’s arms and legs, and Bobby was downright bewildered that the doctor had brushed it off as unimportant.
Dean must have felt the same way he did about the situation and eventually just called him up to help him handle it.
Bobby had been sitting there for maybe hours although it felt like decades, back having been hunched over for a good majority of the time, and slowly beginning to ache with the lack of movement it was suffering from, especially in such a laboring position. The hunter let a heavy sigh pass his thin lips, a hand moving to scratch the side of his bearded chin, before pushing against the arms of his chair to stand.
Too many bugs on too many pages in too many books, his head