Adam doesn't understand why Bobby is taking what Dean told Sam to be such a big deal. Of course, he does feel out of the loop quite a lot when it comes to his brothers, but this feels different. It feels like something he should know, but doesn't. "-Dean?" Bobby said. "Dean! You listen to a word I said?"
"Yeah, I heard you," Dean said. "I'm not calling him." Adam would call Sam himself, but Dean should be the one to do this.
"Don't make me get my gun, boy," Bobby said.
With that Dean finally turned away from the window. "We are damn near kickoff of Armageddon," Dean said, anger seeping into his relatively calm tone. "Don't you think we got bigger fish at the moment?"
"I know you're pissed," Bobby said, trying to placate Dean. "And I'm not making apologies for what he's done, but he's you-"
"Blood?" Dean cut across Bobby. "He's my blood, is that what you were gonna say?"
"He's our brother," Adam said. "That's what you were going to say, isn't it Bobby?"
"Exactly," Bobby agreed with Adam. "He's your brother. And he's drowning."
"Bobby," Dean said, sounding defeated. "I tried to help him. We tried to help him. Look what happened."
"So try again," Bobby said, matter-of-factly.
"It's too late," Dean said.
"There's no such thing," Bobby said.
"Have to agree with Bobby there Dean," Adam said. "It's never too late to get it right."
"No, dammit!" Dean yelled. "No. I gotta face the facts. Sam never wanted part of this family. HE hated this life growing up," Dean was growling his words out. "Ran away to Stanford first chance he got. Now it's like deja vu all over again." Dean sat down and slumped in his chair. "Well, I am sick and tired of chasing him. Screw him, he can do what he wants."
"You hardly mean that," Adam said, scowling at Dean's completely opposite behaviour.
"Yes, I do Adam," Dean said. "Sam's gone. He's gone. I'm not even sure if he's my brother anymore. If he ever was."
Bobby turns and puts his weight on the balls of his hands. He swept them across the table knocking books and papers to the floor. Adam was shocked, he hadn't expected Bobby to behave like that. I'm mean sure the old guy was grumpy, but he wasn't violent. At least, not to this extent and not to one of the three of them. Bobby then took deliberate strides towards Dean, almost stalking him. Dean stood. "You stupid, stupid son of a bitch!" Bobby yelled at Dean. "Well, boo hoo, I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess! Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good?! Make you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family!"
"I told him," Dean said. "'You walk out that door, don't come back' and he walked out anyway! That was his choice!"
"You sound like a whiney brat," Bobby told Dean. After a brief pause he amended himself. "No, you sound like your dad. Well, let me tell you something. Your dad was a coward."
"My dad was a lot of things, Bobby, but a coward?" Dean said. Adam nearly spoke out to agree with Dean there, but thought this was the wrong time to agree with Dean on anything.
"He'd rather push Sam away than reach out to him," Bobby said. "He'd rather keep Adam a secret then tell any of the three of you the others exist. Well, that don't strike me as brave. You are a better man than your daddy ever was. So do us all a favour. Don't be him."
Dean turned back to stare out of the window. Suddenly he frowned in confusion. He turned back to face the room and found himself in a large rather ornately decorated room. He had no idea where he is or what he's doing there. Castiel appeared in Dean's line of sight. "Hello Dean, it's almost time," The angel said.
