"Is he ever going to wake up?"
Bobby had lost count of the number of times Dean had asked him that. Hell, he had lost count of the number of times he had asked Dean that! But there they were, both waiting to see if Sam woke up whole again, with his soul intact thanks to assistance from Death himself. Or whether they had just destroyed what had been left since his literal descent into hell, trapped inside the cage with just the Devil for company.
"Dean?"
They turned as one and stared at Sam as he stood hesitantly and confused in the doorway. It seemed to be him again. But even as he was enveloped by his younger yet larger brother in a gigantic hug, Dean was glancing over at Bobby with a warning frown and the older man understood.
Then Sam was hugging him.
And Bobby just wanted to kill him.
He didn't think he would ever not want to.
Which was why Dean was giving him the glance. Imploring him to just try and let it go. To bite his tongue and keep their silence. But if there was one thing that Bobby was certain of, it was that he would never let what had happened go….
Never.
It was with genuine relief that he let Sam take his place in the car and head off with his brother to try and track down what might be abducting young girls. Although he couldn't believe it when it turned out that the girls had been taken by dragons. Dragons!
Really, his life couldn't get much weirder.
But then the boys came back, and he fought to hold his tongue again. Really, really fought to.
Dean was sitting in the car port when Sam finally got up the courage to approach him. "I'm so, so sorry, Dean."
And his brother looked at him and he knew. "How did you…?"
"Cas."
"Hmm."
But still Dean kept his silence.
And still Bobby just wanted to kill Sam for what he had done.