Bobby still looked skeptical, but at that moment Jodie walked in with Sam clutching her hand.
"Here they are Sam. See? Everyone is okay." Jodie said softly to the little boy.
Sam nodded, quickly giving the once over to everyone in the room to see for himself that everyone was in one piece. He let go of Jodie's hand and quickly went over to Dean, sidestepping his dad who had started to lean out to offer him comfort. Dean scooted over to let Sam climb up onto the chair with him and offered the rest of his milk to his brother.
Bobby sighed. "Finish that yourself Dean. Sam would you like a mug?"
Sam nodded. "What's going on Dean?"
"Nothing Sammy. It'll be alright." Dean muttered. "Drink your milk."
Castiel was starting to wilt, left exhausted by the terror and stress that he had been through that night, slumping over in his chair. Bobby rescued the mug from where it was tipping precariously in Cas's hold. The movement startled the young boy back to awareness. "Bobby?"
"Yeah. I'm here kid." Bobby said gently.
"I'm sorry for drugging you."
Bobby nodded. "Yeah. We're going to have words about that once you stop looking like a good gust of wind'll take you out."
"I didn't want you to get shot." Castiel mumbled, loosing the battle again against sleep.
Bobby gently scooped him up so he wouldn't fall out of the chair. "Shouldn't be your decision to make kiddo."
Castiel's reply was muffled as he snuggled into the warmth and promptly fell asleep.
Dean almost envied Castiel at that moment. He didn't think he'll ever be able to sleep again, that cold empty evil that he'd felt when he had reached for Castiel's mind will haunt him forever. Sam leaned against him, offering support and silently seeking comfort. He glanced down and gave a half grin to his brother, he would stay strong for him.
Jodie cleared her throat. "So Bobby you promised to explain. What's going on?"
"A demon. A bad one. And he's headed this way. I don't know when, and I don't know how messy it is going to get but if it's any comfort I think most of the trouble will be focused here." Bobby held the sleeping boy closer. "He's after Castiel."
Jodie shook her head. "Anything I can do?"
Bobby smiled wanly at her. "Not really. Just remember to salt the doors and windows to your house. If you get any reports of strange deaths in town or in the general county passing them along would be great. It'd be nice if we know what this bastard looks like before he comes knocking."
"What are you going to do?" Jodie asked with concern. She was very fond of Castiel, and had a bit of a soft spot for Bobby as well, and the thought of something happening to either of them…
"We're going to kill it." John stated firmly.
"Yeah, about that." Bobby frowned. "Where is this Colt?"
John smirked. "I got it with me. Here." He reached into coat pocket and pulled it out. "It'll kill him for good Bobby."
"Yeah. You say that. But you just dumped a whole heap of trouble on me and my family. You just better be a damned good shot."
"Bobby-" Jodie wasn't sure what else she could do here, but part of her didn't want to leave."
"I'm sorry Sheriff. There ain't much else for you here. You should get home to your husband. And make sure the house is secure."
Jodie nodded reluctantly. "Alright. But you better damn well be sure to keep me updated Bobby."
"I know Sherriff." Bobby flashed a grin. "And thank you. For everything tonight."
Jodie straightened up mentally going through a checklist to make sure she had everything. "Yeah. Well, anything for Cas. He's the one who promised me that Sheriff position."
John watched her go. "She likes you."
"She's married." Bobby snapped. "And not up for discussion. Just salt the house. I'm going to get these kids to bed."