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Chapter 3

Real Universe

It's almost ten'o'clock. After finding a hunt, Sam went out to get some groceries Bobby sent him for, while Bobby was doing what he's been doing a lot lately, researching on the apocalypse. Dean was.. still sleeping.. which worried Bobby a little. Dean's not really a morning person but he doesn't sleep this much either, but he didn't really do anything about it, because he figured maybe Dean was just exhausted for some reason? They didn't go on any hunts recently so he wondered what can really exhaust the older Winchester?

He heard the door open and close from his place in the library, hearing the familiar footsteps of Sam.

"Hey Bobby." He smiled at Bobby from the doorway, holding grocery bags and walking in, placing the bags down on Bobby's lap, earning a glare from Bobby before he looked back down at his book.

"Hey Sam." He said, his nose buried in the book.

"I got the stuff you wanted." Sam said and sighed. "Is Dean awake yet?" he asked.

Bobby looked at Sam and shook his head. "Dunno why. He's sleeping late today." he told him worriedly.

"Have you tried waking him?" Sam asked.

"No, I thought for some reason, I should let him get some more sleep." Bobby shrugged. "But you should go try ta' wake him."

"But Bobby..." he started to excuse but got cut off.

"Sam, you can't avoid him forever, ya know."

Sam sighed, lowering himself to sit down on the chair as he shrugged and clasped his hands together, elbows resting on his lap. "I dunno Bobby. He's avoiding me, so I'm avoiding him too. I just don't have the guts to talk to him, not after what I've done, after what he said. God, I've betrayed him, Bobby, even after knowing how he feels about that."

"Well, I think it's time you boys stop this, 'cause if you guys wanna hunt together or stop Lucifer, you're gonna have to be a team...you're gonna need to get over your mistakes, and move on."

Sam stared into an empty space on the floor, taking in Bobby's words and sighed, turning his eyes to Bobby, "I guess we both are so screwed up, huh?" He smiled mirthlessly.

Bobby nodded. "And you both need to fix your whatever's between you two and apologize." He rested his hand on Sam's shoulder. "And I think you should take the first step."

"Bobby, I tried to apologize that day in the car, but..."

"Well, I think it was too soon to apologize...your brother needed time, Sam."

Sam took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay." He smiled. "Thanks Bobby."

"No problem. Now go wake your sleepy-assed brother up."

Sam chuckled and got up, walked off upstairs to the room Bobby had set up for them, the room he and Deam shared.

He pushed the door open gently and slowly walked in, his eyes on the sleeping form of his older brother who laid on his stomach, one hand hanging off the bed, the other under his pillow. And he noticed that since the morning he woke up and saw him, his brother hadn't moved an inch. He vaguely wondered if he should be worried about that.

He sighed as he stood over his brother.

"Dean." He called out gently. Dean didn't move an inch, so he tried again. "Dean.." still no movement.

"Dean?"

He tried a little louder this time. "Dean." He bent and put his hand on Dean's shoulder and shook him lightly, still no movement, and once again yelled his name out. "Dean!"

He shook him harder and screamed his name out loud, and yet he still didn't move.

This time, he started shaking him wildly and screamed his name out frantically. "DEAN!" He screamed, but his brother still didn't move...not even a little.

Panic had already arose in him as he fell on his knees beside his brother and screamed his name out, shaking him wildly, tears welling up in his eyes. His voice cracked from his constricted throat.

His screaming stopped, but not before Bobby ran upstairs to see what happened.

"Dean, please.." He pleaded brokenly, his voice only a whisper. He was kneeling beside his brother, covering the hand that was left hanging with both of his own, dried tears down his cheek. "Please wake up.." He whispered pleadingly.

"What happened?" Bobby asked concernedly.

Sam looked at Bobby with his pleading eyes. "Bobby.." He breathed out his name. "He isn't waking up...he - he isn't even moving.." He stared at Bobby with his red tear-filled eyes.

He can't lose his brother, not again, not after everything, not before they fix everything that's between them.

Bobby walked up to Sam and crouched down beside him and rested a hand on his arm.

"It's alright, son." he sighed at his white lie. "Dean's gonna be okay." he said in his gruff but soft voice.

Sam stared at Bobby with his red puffy eyes, streaks of dried tears down his cheek, then slowly nodded.

Bobby put his hand in front of Dean's nose, feeling him breathing finely, then checking his pulse which was fine too, and a feeling of relief but confusion washed down on him.

"Thank God." Bobby whispered.

"I-Is he alright?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, son." Smiling softly.

"What's wrong with him?" Sam asked, almost sounding child-like.

Silence before Bobby answered his question. "I don't know."


Hey guys! I know, short chapter but I wanted to save the rest for later chapters and it's in my profile, my stories are not lengthy, and I'm telling you, believe it or not, I do try to make my chapters longer but then my mind would go *BLANK*. :P

I hope you enjoy. :)