"They are kids, ain't they? They ain't supposed to be angels." And his two? They definitely weren't. "We can give it a try. Maybe they'll get along. Not sure if that'd make it better or worse."

Matty and Sam each came with their own set of issues. Although, admittedly, Bobby seemed to have a much better time handling them than John ever did, going by what he'd told him. At least Sam had never tried to run away from him. "If prayin' did anythin', the world would be a different place. Not better though, lookin' at the idjits that do the most prayin'."

They had finally reached town and Bobby parked in front of the diner/motel, looking at Aleister and feeling decidedly awkward. "You should probably stop the... Y'know. The stuff. Some of the jokes. Don't want you gettin' into trouble around here."