After rescuing Sam from Tony bevell, Bobby, Dean and Sam were on their way to the bunker. Sam was shivering because of the torture endured by him. Bobby was driving and Dean was placing cool clothes on his brother's forehead in the back seat while Castiel was sitting shotgun. Sam grimaced when another cool cloth was placed on his head. "How's he?" Bobby asked. "Not good" Dean sighed. "This shouldn't have happened. I am really sorry, Dean" Castiel said. "It's not your fault Cas, I know you would have done anything in your power to save him" dean said and after a long journey, they finally reached the bunker.
Dean laid Sam on the bed with Cas's help. "Easy, Sammy, you're okay now" Dean said. Sam groaned and opened his eyes to see his brother. "Dean?" Sam whispered. "Hey, little brother" Dean said. "U al've?" Sam slurred. "Yeah Sammy, I'm alive" Dean laughed. "Sam, thank goodness you are awake" Cas said. "Hey, Cas" Sam smiled. "I am so sorry, Sam that this happened to you" Castiel said. "N't yo'r fa'lt" he slurred. "Hey, boy" Bobby came in Sam's view. "Bobby? Am I dead?" Sam looked at Dean. "Na Sammy, you're not Dead. Amara brought Bobby back" Dean said. "G'd to see y'o" Sam said and falled asleep. "Good night, Sammy" Dean said and Sam slept on.
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