So, tell me now: what's the point of all this? What's the point of ruining my life to hunt after piss ass supernatural creatures? Sam had a goal…he had a meaning in life and we just had to ruin it. He was always so sure of himself. He was like a straight arrow. Funny, Dean and I were like that but we didn't have enough balls to stand against Dad. I was in Great Falls, Montana when Bobby finally called. I was reluctant to answer but I was just so damned depressed and I needed to hear a familiar voice.
"Hello?"
"Max…it's Sam." Bobby's voice was so soft but filled with so much concern.
"I'll be right over." I packed my shit up and drove as fast as I could to Sammy.