"Do I look like I wanna deal with you idjits right now?" Bobby rubbed his forehead under his hat, then pushed it back down properly and decided that he didn't care. He just wanted to be in his bedroom with his lover and the hell what anyone else thought. Something he might regret come morning. Still, right now he didn't care.

"I ain't kicking him out. He's gotten me a drink, he's been helpful. I'm going to my bedroom. If I want the King of the Crossroads helping me, I damn well will, won't I? If I want the damn Queen of Sheba helping me, you ain't gettin' a say in it either, boy." Bobby moved over to where Aleister was standing, grabbing him by the arm. "Come on."

Sam's mouth had fallen open and he was completely unsure what to say. What to think. Only then Bobby's hand was suddenly in Aleister's and he saw their fingers threading together and Sam let out a sound between a groan and a yelp, like a comic surprise sound effect.