It had been hours. Bobby had been sitting with Sam waiting. The wait had worn Sam out and he had fallen asleep slowly. As he'd fall asleep and his head would nod he would wake up again only to flutter his eye lids and look around. Some would think he was shaking his head to wake up better. Bobby knew Sam was looking for John, Dean or something to give him a clue about his brother. John hadn't shown back up. Bobby hoped that he was waiting in a waiting room worrying himself about his oldest. Bobby figured that John was in the parking lot with a bottle or six pack. Far enough away to himself that he wasn't being smothered with the thoughts, sights and proof of what hunting could and had done to his sons but close enough he could be with those same sons if need be. John isn't a bad father, Bobby thought, just not the best. Just as these thoughts were crossing Bobby's mind. John slowly trudged into the room quietly.
"Any news?" Bobby asked.
John raised his hands to his eyes and drug them slowly down his haggard face. "No. They said that I should come see Sam. Said that as stubborn as Dean was to be with Sam with that in his gut that he must really care." Both men gave a sad chuckle at that." They said that I need to check on Sam for Dean since it seemed important to him. They said he was mumbling Sams name going down the hall to the operating room."
At this the two men fell silent. Dean and Sam had an extraordinary bond there was no doubt there. However, Dean took being older brother seriously. Most older siblings do have some feeling that they should care about their younger sibling. The usual cheer them on, dislike who their younger sibling dislikes that sort of thing. Dean has always taken things to the extreme. Dean would cheer Sam on no matter what the occasion. Dean cheered Sam on when he didn't feel like running anymore by running past him, turning around running backwards and saying he was running like a herd of turtles when they both knew Dean was just naturally a fast runner and Sam wasn't slow. Dean disliked not only who Sam disliked but who Sam thought was okay but Dean didn't like how they treated Sam. More than all of this though, Dean cared about Sam to a degree that many siblings never reach. Dean could be dying and would worry about Sam and the proof was in the pudding tonight.
As the two men pondered their thoughts, Sam shivered and blinked awake.
"D-Dad! Any news on Dean? Where is he?" Sam spat out as quickly as possible.
"Easy son don't get too worked up. You know just as much as I do; they still have him in the operating room last I checked a few minutes ago, " John assured Sam.
Sam's jaw clenched with worry. If Dean was here they all knew he'd say something along the lines of "Don't be such a drama queen Samantha. Stop worrying." But Dean wasn't here and that was the problem. That smart mouth of his and sharp wit was at times a buffer to the worst of their lives. He just had a way of saying things to lighten the mood or to just acknowledge the facts that just made things better. As time passed Sam drifted off again.
