"The Calm"
By: AvinWinter
Summary: "It was the calm before the storm and that was, perhaps, the scariest part of it all." Post-6x11
Warnings: Angst/Limp!Sam/Concerned!Dean and a little Bobby.
He sat there for a long time, just watching. It wasn't staring, per say, it was more like intensive observation and it was all in the name of deciding what to do next.
"Probably ain't gonna wake up for a while," Bobby said behind him, walking up to stand next to the chair Dean had been occupying for the last hour. He handed him a glass with a couple of fingers of whiskey and Dean quickly downed it. Leaning forward in his seat, he let his elbows rest on his knees and his fingers play with the rim of the chipped glass.
"What do we do now?" Dean asked, looking over his shoulder at the elder hunter. Bobby shrugged and shook his head.
"You got me, kid," he replied, finishing the rest of his whiskey. "But sittin' here waiting for pea soup and crucifixes in'nt gonna give you an answer."
"Yeah, well," Dean sighed. "I'd rather be here when he goes all Linda Blair."
"Look," Bobby tried, walking towards Sam and glancing thoughtfully down at him. "Whatever happens when he wakes up, I don't think the first thing he should see is you."
"And why's that?"
"Because the last thing he saw was you. Boy's got enough baggage as it is," Bobby explained. "Seeing you right outta the gate's only gonna make him start asking questions."
"And that's bad thing?"
"Well, let's just put it this way: Sam's got a wall in his head made of craft paper. I don't think you handing him scissors is a good idea." Bobby said, setting his jaw in agitation. Dean looked upward, toward the slowly rotating fan in the ceiling and ran his fingers over his jaw.
"He asks; I don't tell. It's as simple as that,"
"You're his brother, Dean. You'd tell him everything if he asked ya to," Bobby said, his honesty painful, but true.
"I don't care," Dean replied. "I wont let him claw at…whatever Death stuck in his head. I wont let him do that; not after all the bull we just went through. Not after everything."
Bobby decided it was best to let the subject go; he knew better than to argue with Dean right now. He knew that, even if the world were crumbling down around them, his first instinct would be to make sure Sam was alright. And if he couldn't do that? Well, then there was no keeping him from trying anyway.
"You think it's really Sam in there now?" Bobby asked quietly, changing the subject.
"I don't know, Bobby," he replied. "Guess we'll find out."
Bobby nodded absently, looking back at Sam, who lay sleeping as though nothing were wrong. He looked peaceful and unhindered. It was the calm before the storm and that was, perhaps, the scariest part of it all.