Oshea was never more happy to see Bobby's home and scrap yard. She parked the Impala and leaned back in the seat a moment, staring at the front door warily. She was not sure how she felt about this. There was something very strange going on here, that was... unless Dean had somehow made a deal that had brought Sam back. Surely after what had happened last time, he wouldn't have done that... right? She looked over at Dean with a small frown. She wasn't sure she could survive without him. Things had been hard enough while Sam was gone. She fought the urge to turn the car around and go the other way and leaned over, giving Dean a little shake. "Dean... we're here."
Dean woke up feeling more tired than he was before he even fell asleep. Without a word, he slowly sat up straight in his seat and looked up at the house, glancing over at Oshea for a moment before he got out of the car. Oshea climbed out after him and shut the driver's door, walking around to the back. "I'll get the bags, go ahead inside." She whispered, moving to the Impala's trunk.
Dean had already started walking up to the home, feeling more and more nervous with every step. For the past six months he had gone through every book, looking for ways to help Sam. Many times the thought of making another deal crossed his mind. He had promised Sam that he would leave it alone, but of course he didn't leave it alone. Sam was his brother.
He pulled open the front door and stepped inside.
Sam looked up from the living room where he was sitting with Ella and Jude. He handed the baby over to Ella and stood up, walking into the hall and toward the front door. When the door opened and Dean stepped inside, he stopped. He stared at his brother a moment then released a little breath. "Dean..."
"Sam... Is it really you?" Dean asked quietly, stepping forward a little.
Sam nodded, "Yeah, it's me, Dean..."
Dean walked up to Sam and did the first thing that crossed his mind. He hugged him. His brother was there and alive. Sam blinked a little then lifted his arms and curled him around his brother, returning the hug tightly. After a moment, Dean pulled back suddenly, shaking his head. "Wait a minute, wait a minute... you.. y-you were gone, man.. I mean, that was it. How the hell are you back?"
"I was about to ask you the same question," Sam said. "Dean... did you make some kind of deal? Did you do this?" Oshea had stepped in and set down their bags just inside of the door. She closed it behind herself and leaned against it, watching Sam warily.
"No, I didn't, Sam... I'm just as surprised as you are.."
"Well, if it wasn't Dean... and it wasn't me, or Ella," Oshea began stepping away from the door. "And it wasn't Cas... then who was it?"
Sam shrugged. "I don't know."
"I wish Castiel would just answer us," Oshea said, shaking her head.
Dean sighed and sat down on the couch, closing his eyes. "Now I lay me down to sleep... I pray to Castiel to get his feathery ass down here."
"You're an idiot," Ella rolled her eyes.
Dean pointed a finger. "Stay positive."
"Oh I am positive," She laughed.
Dean ignored her and concentrated harder. "Come on, Cas. Don't be a dick," He said, opening his eyes a little. "Do ya.. do ya copy?" He looked around.
Sam shook his head. "It's not going to work, Dean. I've tried. For days while I was trying to get here, and nothing. The son of a bitch doesn't answer." He glanced to the others who had begun to stare over his shoulder. He sighed. "He's standing right behind me isn't he?" Without waiting for the answer, he turned around and faced Castiel, who looked at him calmly.
"Hello."
"Hello?"
"Yes…"
Sam looked at Dean, dumbfounded and gave a curt chuckle. "Hello." He repeated, mocking Castiel's deeper voice. The angel furrowed his brows.
"Uh… that is still the term?"
"I spent all of that time trying to get through to you. Dean calls ONCE and now its… hello."
"Yes," Castiel said with a sigh. Sam rubbed his eyes and shook his head.
"So what you like him better or something?"
"Dean and I do share a more… profound bond." Castiel said, glancing to Sam. Oshea's brows immediately shot up and her mouth hung open a little before she looked to Dean.
"Oh… you do? Do you?"
"I wasn't going to mention it," Castiel said apologetically, glancing to Dean with a sheepish look.
Dean stood up. "Cas, I think what he's trying to say is... well, he died, and went to Hell, and he's back now, without a clue, and you can't take five freaking minutes to give him any answers?"
"I would have come if I had any answers." Castiel said.
Ella sighed, running a hand through her hair a moment. "Maybe we should go see Chuck? I mean, not that I'm not completely thrilled my husband is back from the dead and whatnot... but I'd like to know what's going on."
Oshea sighed heavily, "I'll take the bags back out to the car then." She grabbed the duffel bags and stepped back out of the door. Sam nodded slightly.
"I guess we could give it a shot..."
