Inspired by the song Papa Can You Hear Me? from Yentl. After Sam is killed, Dean prays to Bobby for advice. I suggest listening to this song, but I do not own the song or Yentl. I also do not own Supernatural or any of the awesome characters! If you have any suggestions for a song that you think I can work with, please leave me a review or PM me! Love you all! Enjoy!
Dean POV
I stumble back into the motel room, a stolen candle tucked under my shirt. I light it and sit in front of it, wiping away my tears. I know how corny this is, but I need some help. I think as I make the cross over myself. I clasp my hands together and squeeze my eyes together, hoping this would work.
"Hey, God? It's me, Dean Winchester."I could practically hear Bobby laughing at my reference. "Can you patch me into Bobby? I need some help." I wait a couple of seconds, not really sure how this whole thing works. "Bobby, can you hear me? Can you see me? Can you send me a sign? Are you around? Where are you Bobby?"
I stop, starting to feel stupid, when my duffel of guns spills open, revealing Bobby's rifle sitting on top. I turn my head towards the ceiling and smile. "Always classy, Bobby. Listen, I need some advice. Sam was doing these trials and he fell into a coma. The doctors are saying he isn't going to wake up. But you know me, always throwing a wrench in their plans." I joke, chuckling slightly. Tears spring to my eyes and I grow serious.
"I don't know what to do. I can't let Sammy die! I would never be able to live with myself, you know that! Should I make a deal? Should I call Cas? Should I try and break into heaven? There's gotta be a spell somewhere! I can't let it end this way! I dragged him back into this life, if it wasn't for me, he would probably be married to Jess with a ton of kids!" I stop, the lump in my throat silencing me. I compose myself and continue. "What do I do Bobby?" Sobs rack my body, I lean onto the bed, unable to speak anymore.
Suddenly, I felt some sort of pressure on me. It felt like someone was wrapping their arms around me. I close my eyes and lean into the touch, knowing it was him. We sat there for a few seconds before I couldn't feel him anymore.
"Alright, you've had your little pity party." His voice suddenly rings out, making me jump at least a foot before realizing it was him. "Now go save him. Call an angel and get it to heal Sam."
I nod and stand up, grabbing the candle.
"Dean."
I turn and see all of them standing there. Jo, Ellen, Ash, Bobby, Mom, Dad, Rufus, Pamela, Chuck, and Jess. My mom smiles at me. "We're all behind you, sweetheart."
"Now go save your brother, ya idjit."