Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, Sam, Dean, or anything else.
Summary: Sam can see things others can't. And Bobby's never been more grateful for that than right now.
Uncles, Fathers, Brothers
Dean opened his eyes and jolted awake.
"Sam!?"
Bobby jerked awake at his shout and looked at the recently vacated bed.
"He couldn't have gotten far".
No, not far at all. They found Sam leaning heavily against the doorway to a room just down the hall, just staring into the empty space.
"Sam. Sammy, what are you doing?" Dean checked his brother over with searching eyes and hands. "You shouldn't be out of bed. Sammy? Look at me. What are you doing?"
Sam tilted his head slightly to the side as he continued to stare into the room.
"She was screaming. I wanted to see why."
Dean smiled tightly and wrapped an arm around Sam's waist, tugging him lightly in the direction of the bedroom.
"No one's screaming Sammy. It was just a dream. It's okay."
"No. No, can't you hear her? The lady with the brown hair and wide eyes. She's scared you won't see her."
Bobby, who had come up on the other side of Sam to help Dean stopped a bit short.
"What's she look like Sam?" His voice sounded strange to Dean.
"Bobby?"
"Curly short hair and laugh lines," Sam replied, not looking at Bobby. "Too old eyes to be so young. But they weren't always that way." Sam more mumbled the last bit to himself, listing a bit in Dean's hold. He was drifting off again to…wherever the hell he went; and Dean hated it.
"Bobby, what are you doing? Help me with-"
"Is she- what's she doing here? Is…what…" Dean had never seen Bobby upset, not like this, the older man sounding of both disbelief and sorrow.
Sam managed to turn enough to look at Bobby, trying so hard to focus on him and Dean had to struggle to hold him up.
"Why…why…she kept saying it for years, but you could never hear her."
Dean saw tears in their surrogate father's eyes.
"But it's okay now," Sam went on, eyes darting about, watching something only he could see. "She's been watching ever since. She knows now. She was scared and angry, but she's not anymore, not for a long time. Now she just wanted you to know. And now you do so it's okay and she's okay and it'll be alright."
Dean didn't have a full grasp of the situation, but he could guess. They had both seen Bobby's dream that one time.
Bobby's mouth tightened and he swallowed thickly. He took a deep breath and composed himself. With a nod of his head he stepped back up next to Sam and lifted the boy's other arm around his neck, helping Dean get him back to bed.
They settled him in and Dean immediately took his sibling's hand in his own.
"You loved her. She loves you." Sam murmured, half unconscious already.
Dean watched Bobby nod and smile. Teary-eyed, he ran his fingers through Sam's hair as the boy drifted off.
"Thank you Sam".