"Sorry sweetie, no," was Bobby's reply. Dean had
left an hour or so ago. He was in desperate need
of a break after Sammy coerced him into watching
Hannah Montana.
Sammy began to proclaim his boredom just as Dean
walked through the door.
"Deanie, I'm bored. Did you get me a prize? I've been
soooo good. Ask Mr. Bobby."
"I got you some pajamas and things because it's time
to go to bed now. Puppy eyes are still intact, good to
know."
"Dean," Bobby hesitated before continuing. "I heard of
someone who can help, an expert of some kind. He's in
Europe somewhere right now and won't be back stateside
for at least a month."
"Fantastic. Sammy, come on it's bed time. Here are your
new jammies and toothbrush," Dean smiled a little too
brightly.
Sammy's response was a high pitched squeal of delight.
"I don't even want to know where you found a princess
nightgown in his size."
"Specialty stores, Bobby. They make life worth living."
"You got a camera too?"
"Yep. Lots of pics will be taken over the next month.
In case Sammy can't remember when he's back to normal."