Ch 34
A few hundred miles away from The Regent Inn Motel self-identified 'Supernatural' superfan Becky Rosen was busy writing her latest fan-fiction. Becky was a Sam girl through and through but had a particularly naughty side when it came to her reading and writing. She was a tiny blonde young woman, barely five feet tall. By outward appearances she would be more at home leading a Torah study group then being a prolific author of Sam/ Dean incest-kink fan stories. Her eyes darted back and forth across the computer screen wondering if she was jumping too quickly into the smut for this particular story. They brothers hadn't even ganked the monster yet and were already undressing each other. "Hmmm….If this is wrong I don't want to be right," Becky read her latest line a deep voice, the voice she had created for Sam. "Sam said in a husky voice. Yeah I like that."
A message box popped up on her screen interrupting her writing. "Carver Edlund calling" Becky paused half expecting this call to be some creep flashing his penis at her, again. She accepted the call and Chuck Shurely's tired, haggard face filled her computer screen. Becky let out a high pitched squeal, "Oh my god! Its you! It's really you!"
Chuck nodded, "Yeah, hi uhm I'm… Carver Edlund."
"I know! You got my letters and my marzipan?" Becky squeaked.
"Umm yes and thank you it was delicious."
"I'm your number one fan. You know I'm 'SamLicker81' on ," she leaned closer to the computer screen, her eyes lighting up with a slightly crazy zeal.
"Oh yeah. Wait-what?…" Chuck shook his head again, "Look, yeah I know you're my number fan that's why I've contacted you. I need your help. And you're the only one that will believe me."
"For you Mr. Edlund. Anything!" Becky babbled excitedly.
"I'm kind of in a situation here…" he smiled nervously. "I need you to get a message to Sam and Dean."
Becky's eyes instantly narrowed at the mention of Carver's fictional characters. Her eyes flicked to the open Word page to the side of the Skype window as if Edlund/Chuck could read it from his side of the connection. "Look Mr. Edlund, I get it ok. I know I'm a big fan but I don't appreciate being mocked. I know the difference between fantasy and reality."
Carver sighed, "It's all real Becky."
"I knew it!" Becky screamed.
Sam had decided to let Dean work through his grief at losing Cas and River in peace. He watched his brother from the corner of his eyes as he flipped through their dads journal. Dean sat on his bed, an untouched bottle of beer clutched in one hand and the TV remote in the other. He had settled on a news station the anchors discussing the world wide natural disasters that had occurred at precisely the same moment; "A hurricane in Thailand, scattered Earthquakes all along the continental US, volcano eruptions in Hawaii, Iceland, and Fiji all at the same time? How do you explain it?" The female anchor asked her incredulous partner. "One word: Chem-Trails." Dean snorted and rolled his eyes. He turned the channel and landed on a 'Scooby-Doo' rerun but before he could enjoy Shaggy and Scooby's shenanigans someone knocked at their door. Sam stood warily from the table and headed for the door while Dean pulled his gun out from underneath his pillow. Sam checked the peephole and saw the top of a blonde head. He opened the door cautiously and looked down at the waif like woman in front of him. Her eyes bugged out and she took several deep shuddering breaths, her whole body shivered as she met Sam's eyes.
"You ok, lady?" Sam asked unsurely.
Becky Rosen took another heaving breath, "Sam…is it really you?" Her voice cracked and she blinked several times trying not to cry at the sight of the god-like man in front of her, he was so much more than she had imagined. Taller, more handsome, his hair more bouncy. She stepped forward and ran her hands along Sam's chest. "You're so firm," she muttered biting her lower lip.
"Do I know you?" Sam asked cocking an eyebrow at the short blonde weirdo that still ran her fingers longingly along his flannel shirt.
"No, but I know you! You're Sam Winchester!" Becky breathed out stepping into the room her eyes fell to Dean where he sat on the edge of his bed. "You're not what I expected. I mean I can totally see why some girls would be attracted to that. But Sam's so….so tall. " She mused. Dean closed his eyes and shook his head, wondering if he was stuck in some stupid dream. "I'm Becky! I've read all about you guys. Mr. Edlund sent me."
"Chuck sent you?" Dean repeated.
"Yes, he has a message for you. But he's being watched… you know by the Angels. I'm glad he's changing up the mythology Demon's were getting a bit stale. Lets kill Lilith- blah blah blah." Becky yammered. Dean crossed his arms over his chest and looked over Becky's blonde head to his brother.
"Right. So what's the message Becky?" Sam interrupted.
Becky had gone back to stroking Sams muscular forearm and chewing on her bottom lip. "Oh-oh yeah!" she started withdrawing her hand slowly from Sam. "Carver or Chuck," she giggled at the use of the authors given name. "He had a vision or something," she closed her eyes to help remember the exact wording Chuck had told her, "The Michael sword is on Earth. The Angels lost it."
"What the hell is a Michael sword?" Dean spoke up. Becky shrugged her shoulders and stared longing at the exceptionally tall man in front of her.
"Ok, does Chuck know where its at?" Sam asked.
Becky smiled, "In a castle, on a hill made of 42 dogs." The brothers shared a look obviously reading each other mind and knowing this was complete nonsense. Becky squealed in delight, "Oh my god! You guys really do that! Like in the books! You must be really close to be able to keep so much unsaid."
Dean's eyebrows disappeared under his hair as he shot his brother another look, "I'm callin' Bobby. Thanks for the message Blondie."
Becky nodded her head, closed her eyes serenely and ran her hands once more over Sams chest, "I know it doesn't make sense…oh…but I memorized every word of it. For you." She made a soft 'mmmm' noise in the back of her throat.
Sam shifted uncomfortably on his feet , "Becky could you please stop touching me?"
Beck kept her eyes shut and squeezed Sam's pectoral muscle, "No." After several more minutes of unwanted groping Sam was able to untangle himself from Becky and escort her out their room.
Dean was able to get a hold of Bobby and was relieved his Baby had made it to his place in one piece. He didn't tell the older man about River or the finer details of the current shit storm they found themselves in but promised a full report once Bobby joined them in person. The grizzled hunter said he'd grab some books he thought might be useful before meeting them. The brothers spent the next half day rereading through their fathers journal, searching the internet for anything related to the Michael sword and watching 'Doctor Sexy, MD' reruns. They were half way through Dean's favorite episode of 'Doctor Sexy' (in this one the good doctor saves a child from drowning, performs an emergency kidney transplant and makes sweet, sweet love to one of his adoring nurses after a particularly grueling surgery) before three quick knocks sounded at their door. Sam jumped off his bed grateful for any reprise from Dean's program of choice and wrenched the door open. Bobby's trucker hat and stubble covered face looked up at Sam. "You weren't followed were you?" Sam asked checking the hallway behind Bobby.
"Nope. No demons, or angels. Even lost Sam's new superfan," Bobby answered smiling slightly, "I am so glad to see you two in one piece. Where's my girl at?" Bobby's eyes cast around the room looking for some sign of the red head before setting on Dean's drawn face. His green eyes dark and downcast.
"She uh…" Dean shook his head and let out a long breath, "She didn't make it. It was quick, I hope. I guess that counts for something."
"Balls," Bobby muttered heavily. The older man ran his hands thoughtfully over his jaw then up under his hat, pulling it tightly back down around his ears. There'd be time for sorrow later but for now the hunters had business to attend to and knowing River she'd have it no other way. "Well, sword of Michael, huh?"
"You think they mean the actual Archangel?" Dean asked quietly.
Bobby nodded, "You'd better hope so. He's the toughest son of a bitch they got. He's supposedly the one that tossed Lucifer into the Pit the first time." He walked to the cluttered table in the center of the room and pulled out an antique tome from the bag on his shoulder. He carefully flipped through the pages until he found the manuscripts and paintings he wanted. "That's Michael, he commands the Heavenly Host aka the Angels, he's their General Patton so to speak. He's almost always pictured with that," he jabbed his finger at one of the paintings Sam was looking at. The Archangel Michael was wielding a magnificent, deadly looking sword.
"The Michael Sword?" Sam muttered quietly. "So maybe if we find this for Michael he can use it to kick Lucifers ass back to his cage?" Bobby nodded. "How do we find it? The damn Angels don't know where it is."
"I dunno. But when all else fails we read. So divvy up and start reading. Maybe we can make sense of Chucks nonsense." Bobby said scooting the dusty tome to Sam and standing from the table.
"Yay books," Dean muttered disgustedly. "I'm going to go get us some caffeine and grub. Save me one of the really big ones with no pictures." He grumbled grabbing his jacket off the table and heading for the door. Sam watched his brother walk out the door and sighed heavily.
"You ok, son?" Bobby asked after a half hour of Sam staring at the same page.
Sam stood unsurely from the table and ran his hands through his hair. "No, no actually." He cleared his throat, rubbed his suddenly sweaty hands on his jeans. The door opened and Sam turned to watch his brother amble in carrying a tray of large coffees and a box of donuts. Dean looked between his brother and adopted father sensing he had walked in on the middle of something. "Look, Bobby. I started this. It's my fault Lucifer is out of his cage. I'm sorry. That doesn't cut it I know that-"
"Sam, don't." Dean cut in.
"No, he needs to know. He needs to hear it from me. Lilith didn't break the final seal, she was the final seal."
"Stop it, Sam!" Dean said harshly. Bobby looked between his boys.
"I killed her. I set Lucifer free."
"You what?" Bobby growled.
Sam took a deep breath, "You warned me about Ruby. You all tried to help me, to keep me from her. I didn't listen."
Bobby slammed his hands on the table and stood, "You're damn right you didn't listen! You were selfish and reckless and arrogant! You get River killed, again. For good this time! No ended the world Sam Winchester. Sorry don't friggin' cut it!" He yelled angrily walking up to Sam to stand toe to toe with the bigger man staring up into his young frightened face.
"I know but there's nothing else to say. I'm sorry," Sam repeated brokenly. Dean stood quietly at the table Bobby had vacated.
"If by the grace of God we pull this off, I want you to lose my number. You got that? Don't you ever come near me again!"
Sam nodded, blinking back tears, "There's an old Synagogue near by. I'll go see if I can go through there lore books." Bobby turned disgustedly away from him not able to face the young man he had basically raised. Dean watched as his brother gathered his phone and jacket and left the room without another word. The two hunters sat at the table together and began reading through their collection of Angelic lore. Bobby stewed quietly until the sun set and Dean had to get up and start turning on lights.
"I hate to say this, son, but I think your daddy was right about Sam," he grumbled finally his head bowed over a dusty old version of the Bible.
"What do you mean Bobby?" Dean asked.
Bobby turned another page thoughtfully, "You either save Sam or kill him. We couldn't stop him, Dean. We tried, son, we did and it wasn't enough and thats on us. Your daddy knew-"
Dean nodded before a look of comprehension broke on his face, "Dad! Wait a sec…" He ran to his duffle bag and began digging through his rolled up clothes before pulling out a ziplock bag of business cards. He grabbed one triumphantly, "Bobby look at this; it's one of Dad's old lock up in New York. 'Castle Hill Storage' 42 Rover Street."
Bobby took the card and read it several times, "Castle on a hill made of 42 dogs? Huh."
"You think it could be Chuck's prophecy? Dad had the Michael sword this whole time?" Dean asked the older man.
Bobby smiled, "Good enough for me." Before Dean could react Bobby swung his fist back and struck him squarely in the jaw. He went flying backwards from the impact, crashed into the wall and slumped to the floor in a daze. Bobby pulled Dean up roughly by his hair; his eyes pure black and face contorted by hate.
"Bobby?" Dean grunted. The door to the motel room was kicked in and in strode three strangers; a short woman with dark brown hair and pale skin and two men. The two new men each grabbed one of Dean's arms and held him still.
The woman stood in front of Dean and smiled up at him. "Well, well, well. I know you aren't the quickest bunny in the forrest, Dean but come on- you? You are gonna ice the devil? If I had known that I would have ripped your pretty, pretty face of ages ago." The woman drawled lazily taking in the shabby room. Her eyes settled on the Demon Blade and she picked it up, inspecting the carvings on the edge.
"Ruby?" Dean asked uncertainly. He had killed that demon bitch, stabbed her in the heart with the Demon Blade.
"Nope, numbnuts. Think harder. Go further back," the woman sneered, draging the knife blade gently across Dean's collar bone.
Deans mind raced, who the hell was this bitch? Wait a name popped up from the recesses of his memory. "Meg?" He and his brother had exorcised that demon bitch back to hell a few years back and then held the poor young woman that had been possessed as she died.
"Bingo, genius." Meg laughed. "We all owe that big oaf brother of yours a fruit basket. Our daddy walks the Earth because of him. But you, sweet pea, you're the only thing standing in our way. And every single demon is out for your head. We all want a piece of you, Hot Stuff." Meg moved the blade up to Dean's jaw line, the hunters green eyes flashed violently at the use of River's stupid pet name for him. Meg smiled again grabbing Deans jaw harshly. She pulled him towards her and crushed her lips to his, Dean grimaced against her and tried to pull his head away. Meg shoved her tongue in his mouth, Dean felt the bile rise in his throat as her slug like tongue probed him. She finally withdrew her intrusion and licked her lips.
Dean dry heaved, "What is that…garlic and peanut butter?"
"You are delicious," Meg purred. "But you know whats even more delicious; Daddy 2.0 here is still awake inside, screaming. I wonder how loud he's gonna scream when we cut your liver out." She handed Bobby the knife, the demon possessing the older hunter smiled. It grabbed Dean around the throat and shoved him into the nearest wall. He pressed the razor sharp edge of the blade into Dean's throat, a thin line of blood appeared and trickled down his neck.
"Bobby-" Dean turned his face away from the black eyed stare. The demon jerkily raised the knife up, readying for a murderous strike then froze. The knife trembling in his hand.
"Kill him!" Meg yelled at the demon. Bobby's head twitched, a shiver ran through him, the knife didn't move any closer to Dean. Dean cautiously opened one eye and saw the black obscuring Bobby's eyes start to swirl and clear. Bobby blinked twice and saw Dean's frightened and bewildered eyes staring up at him. The older hunter released Dean who tumbled to the floor and took a deep breath. Bobby plunged the knife he still grasped into his midsection killing the demon that still partially possessed him. Dean growled in rage and tackled the demon closest to him, he beat the demons face to an unrecognizable pulp as the motel door was once again kicked in. "Well hey there, Sammy. I was worried you wouldn't make it the party," Meg purred as she swung one of her diminutive fists into the side of Sam's face. Sam was thrown into the wall in pile of long limbs and flying hair. "Not so easy without your super scary powers, huh Sammy?"
Dean gingerly pulled the knife out of Bobby and used it kill the demon that lay twitching on the floor. He turned to the second male demon that stood torn at the doorway. The demon thought quickly to himself kill one of the Winchesters or save his own skin and run. The decision was made for him when Dean surged forward and jabbed the knife into his throat. Meg staggered back away from the hunters outnumbered and not wanting to find out how the pointy end of the Demon blade would feel in her heart she opened her mouth and screamed. Black smoke erupted out and swirled through the nearest air duct. "Bobby!" Sam yelled noticing the older man laying in an expanding pool of blood. The brothers carried the man to the Impala and raced him to the nearest ER. The nurses and doctors rushed Bobby to emergency surgery. Sam stood at the surgery doors as they banged closed in front of him.
"We gotta go. Sam we gotta go now!" Dean pulled his younger brother away from the door and out of the hospital. "We need to get to dads lock up before the demons. They can't get their hands on the sword."
Dean pushed the Impala as fast as she could go and it still felt like they were driving through quicksand. The thought of the demons getting to the Archangels weapon before them gnawed at his gut. The storage unit finally appeared and Dean let out a long breath as he and his brother climbed out of the car. The aisles of storage lockers were dark and abandoned at this time of night. The only they sound they heard were their own quiet foot steps as they hurried to their fathers unit near the back of the property. Knowing John Winchester he had spent time scoping out the facility and chose the unit with the least visibility on the security cameras. The padlock was intact, the key lost long ago so Dean picked the lock and tossed it aside. The air that wafted out was ripe with ozone and sulfur, the brothers shared a quick look then stepped cautiously inside. Shelves had been knocked over, boxes lay broken and scattered Dean worried about what may have been let loose but pushed the worry aside. An intricate Devils trap was painted onto the cement floor a few feet in the cool, dark room. The bodies of two men lay in a mangled heap in the center of the trap, the holes where their eyes had been still smoldering. "Well, I see you told the Demons where the Sword was," Zachariah appeared before the brothers his features drawn and irritated.
"Oh! Thank god! The Angels are here," Dean snarked shaking his head at the mess his fathers storage unit had been turned into. He knew if John were there he'd be in a rage that his carefully categorized and catalogued items had been thrown around like trash.
"To think," Zachariah continued quietly, "They could've grabbed the sword anytime they wanted. It was right in front of them the whole time."
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.
"We did lose the Michael sword, had no idea where it was. We also planted that little piece of prophecy in Chuck….and here you are right on cue. You hand delivered the sword to us," Zachariah smiled.
"We don't have anything asshat," Dean said waiving his arms around the room.
Zachariah sighed smiling at Dean like he was a very dim child, "It's you chucklehead. You are the Michael Sword." Dean tried to make his mouth work, tried to form even a simple question but found the he couldn't. The Angel had apparently gone off the deep end that was the only answer. Zachariah laughed, "Wait, you didn't actually think you could kill Lucifer, did you? You? You simpering wad of insecurity, self-loathing and daddy issues. You're just a human Dean, weak, pitiful, breakable."
Dean licked his suddenly dry lips, "What do you mean I'm the Michael sword?"
"You're his weapon. Or more accurately his physical receptacle," the Angel answered.
"Wait. I'm a vessel?" Dean asked looking over his shoulder disbelieving at his brother.
"Dean my boy you are the vessel."
"What?" Dean repeated, "Why-"
"Because it is God's will. This is a great honor Dean."
"Being an angelic condom? No, I think I'll pass," Dean said turning away from the Angel. Zachariah waived his hand and a large metal shelve slid sideways across the floor and blocked the brothers exit.
"Ok, you like jokes. I can joke. You hear the one about the Angel breaking your brothers legs?" Before Dean could answer Zachariah pointed a finger at Sam, a sickening 'crack' echoed in the room and Sam crumpled to floor in agony grasping his slower legs. Dean knelt besides his brother who had gone suddenly very pale and was breathing raggedly though the pain. "Now, I am completely done messing around. The war has started, our General is missing from the battlefield. Michael will enter his vessel, which is you, and strike the adversary down while he is weak."
Dean slowly stood up and faced Zachariah, "And how many humans die in the cross fire? 5 or 10 million? More?"
"And do you know how many will die if Lucifer wins? All of them! He will roast this planet."
"You're telling me all this for a reason…Michael needs my consent to ride my sweet ass, doesn't he?"
Zachariah shifted on his feet, his eyes wide and worried. "Yes. You must give yourself to him freely."
"Well, the answers no."
"Fine…your friend Bobby is gravely injured," Zachariah bargained, "Say yes and he will be healed. No and he will never walk again."
Dean took a deep breath, "Answers still no." Sam tried in vain to get his breathing under control, he was grunting quietly in pain behind his brother.
Zachariah's eyes narrowed and a thin line appeared between his brows as he grew more angered by the obstinate mortal. "Ok, well….hmmm. Now the creative juices are flowing, how about we heal you from stage 4 stomach cancer." He smiled sickly at Dean. A sudden fiery pain blossomed in his abdomen and he sank to his knees coughing blood. "And lets see how Sammy does with no lungs." Sams grunts of pain were replaced by a hollow gasps, his face turned dark purple as his insides burned from lack of oxygen. "Now I can keep this up for eternity. How long can you last Dean Winchester?" Zachariah knelt down in front of Dean, who had vomited something thick and viscous onto the floor in front of him. The Angel sneered as Dean wiped a shaky hand across his mouth. "Not lookin' too good there Sammy and it's only been what," Zachariah checked the Rolex watch on his wrist, Angels had no need for watches but his vessel had been proud of the chunk of metal and gears and so he kept it. "50 seconds. My, my what should I remove next."
Zachariah stopped his self indulgent prattling as the storage locker was flooded with a brilliant white light. The light receded and it's wake was none other than Castiel. The two Angels that had accompanied Zachariah shot forward, each wielding their deadly, silver Angel blades and attacked the trench coated Castiel. The first Angel was over zealous pushing forward and swinging his blade in a wide arch catching the edge of Castiel's coat and nothing else. Cas side stepped out of the way, swinging his own shiny silver dagger and caught the his brother in the chest. The Angel died with a flash of light and Castiel grimaced as he dropped the dead Angel. The second Angel, a bald man several inches taller than Castiel snarled and landed a strong right hook to his jaw. Cas stumbled back with the force of the impact. Dean and Zachariah wore similar slack jaw expressions watching the Angels battle. Sams shoulders spasmed as he continued to try and suck in air, black spots appeared in his vision and a deafening roar was filling his ears. Another flash of light and Cas pulled his Angel blade out of the neck of the bald vessel. "How are you…." Zachariah stuttered.
"Alive?" Castiel finished. "Good question. How did these two end up on the airplane? Another good question. I think we both know the answer though don't we Zachariah?"
Zachariah shook his head, his eyes wide and frightened. "No. No, that's impossible!"
"It scares you. It should," Cas's voice was low and dangerous, he took a threatening step toward Zachariah. "Put these boys back together and go. I won't ask twice." Zachariah blinked several times, weighing his options. He wasn't a fighter, he didn't even know where his Angel blade was. Castiel had killed two of his personal body guards in a matter of seconds. Choosing to live, Zachariah pulled his shoulders back, straightened his jacket and disappeared with a flutter of his wings. The instant the smug Angel disappeared the pain in Dean's stomach subsided and Sam was able to pull in a greedy breath of air and move his long legs. The brothers helped each other stand and looked in awe at their once dead friend. "You two need to be more careful." Castiel told them quietly.
"Yeah starting to get that," Dean replied. "Your frat brothers are real dicks you know that?"
Castiel gave him a lopsided smile, "I'm not just talking about the Angels. Lucifer is circling his vessel and those hex bags will not be enough to protect you." He stepped closer to the brothers and laid a hand on each of their chests. Sam and Dean felt a tingling sensation that quickly turned into a burning ache along their ribs. As soon as the sensation started it was gone and Castiel withdrew his hands.
"What the hell was that?" Sam gasped, rubbing his chest.
"Enochian sigils. It will hide you from every Angel in existence including Lucifer."
"What? Did you just brand us with that crap?" Dean grunted pulling up his shirt and seeing no new marks on his skin.
"No, I carved it into your ribs." Castiel smiled.
"Cas, were you really dead?" Sam asked after an awkward moment of silent staring.
The Angel nodded quickly, "Yes, I was." Without another word he disappeared leaving the Winchesters alone in the cold storage unit. Dean ran his hands thoughtfully through his hair once again thinking about his father and how pissed he would be that his carefully organized possessions had been treated so thoughtlessly. He didn't have the patience to clean up the destruction the demons and Angels had caused but he definitely wouldn't let the dead meat suits rot and purify among John Winchesters possessions. So he and his brother carried out the four dead bodies, shoved them into Baby's ample trunk, and relocked the storage unit for another day. They found an empty wooded area to bury and burn the corpses in and headed back to Bobby before the sun crested the morning horizon.
They arrived back at the hospital in time to witness Bobby berating a nervous looking intern, "I wanna see a real doctor, not some little shit bird that ain't even old enough to shave, come in here and tell me! Tell Me! That I ain't gonna walk again. Now get the hell outta my sight!" The young doctor scurried out of the room, reflexively pulling on his stethoscope as he went. Sam gave the man a thin smile as they passed him in the hallway and entered Bobby's room. Dean had called Bobby on the way and gave him the update. "Can you believe that idjit?" Bobby grumbled when the brothers entered his room. Dean gave him a half smile and slumped into one of the chairs next to Bobby's bed while his brother took the second one.
"What are we supposed to do now?" Sam asked as Dean let out a long sigh and rubbed his eyes.
"I dunno son, guess we save as many as we can for as long as can. Don't matter who wins. Either way we are screwed." Bobby said quietly while inspecting the IV that itched something terrible in his left hand.
Dean sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "What if we win?" Sam and Bobby looked at each other then back to Dean with their eyebrows raised. "I'm serious. Demons, Angels, they can all go fuck themselves as far as I'm concerned. This is our planet and they can go find their own if they wanna play turf war." Dean stood up and paced the room. "We kill 'em all if we have to, Lucifer is first to go. Then Michael if we have to 'cause there's no way I'm letting that supped up douche ride my meatsuit."
"And just how the hell do you expect to do that, Einstein?" Bobby asked shaking his head.
Dean threw his arms up. "I got no idea!" he laughed. "But what I do got is a G.E.D and give 'em hell attitude. And I'll figure it out because I always do…or I'll get dragged back to Hell or God knows where else."
"Son you are nine kinds of crazy," Bobby said smiling.
"We'll be back when they let your gimp ass out. Stay on the mend," Dean bent down to give the older man a quick hug and turned towards the door. Sam nodded and smiled shyly to Bobby before moving to follow his older brother. Bobby reached out for his arm as he passed, his reflexes quick as ever even if couldn't feel his toes at the moment.
"You listen to me, Sam," Bobby pulled the big hunter down towards him, "I was awake in here. I know what that demon said to you and it was just that, It was the demon talkin'. I love you like my own ain't nothin' gonna change that. You understand?" Sam nodded, blinking quickly and not trusting himself to speak. "You two be back tomorrow; they're lettin' me out whether they want to or not."