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Chapter 27
Bobby Singer was just about to dig in to his lunch of a pastrami sandwich and an cold beer when there was a loud knock at his door.
He instantly knew it was the Winchester family. Wary and slightly on edge as to what would greet him once he opened the door, Bobby steeled his nerves and got up from his seat in the kitchen.
" Hold your horses, I'm coming." Said Bobby when there was another knock.
Gathering his nerves, Bobby wrapped his hand around the doorknob and turned it till he felt the click of the lock giving way. Then, he pulled his arm backward, making the front door open.
As if in slow motion, the door swung away and Bobby Singer found himself staring back at a familiar pair of moss-green eyes.
" Hey Bobby." Said Sam tentatively as he stared back at a utterly shell-shocked Bobby Singer.
There was a charged silence before Sam noticed a slack jawed Boby begin to sway.
" Not again." Sighed Sam mentally as he dove into action just as Bobby's eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he began to fall backwards. He never made contact with the hard floor as Sam grabbed him before he fell all the way down, easily supporting the other man's weight in his hands.
" Everything alright Sammy?" Asked Dean as he, John, and Alkaya came up the front steps of Bobby's house, both of them all but hovering around the seven and a half month pregnant woman walking between them, making sure she didn't so much as begin to stumble over on the steps. John had gone so far as to keep a hand at just above the small of her back, just in case.
As much as the two of them were protective of Sam, now they were equally, if not more protective of the mother of his unborn child as the three of them safely reached the flat surface of the front porch.
" Everything's fine save for the fact that our host is out like a light at the moment." Called back before with a grunt of annoyance, Sam easily lifted the dead weight that was Bobby Singer's unconscious form into his arms.
" Lemme guess, the man passed out." Said Alkaya with a knowing smirk. She'd seen it coming a mile away when Sam had insisted on being the one Bobby saw first.
" Yup." Replied Sam.
" People should really stop doing that, in all honesty." Thought Sam as he carried Bobby over to the beatup old sofa in the dusty, book-filled livingroom.
After he'd set Bobby down onto the old piece of furniture, his fingertips happened to graze the battered arm of the sofa. Sam felt a jolt go through him as his abilities caught onto to something residual, left behind in the wake of a terrible despair and anguish.
" SAMMY'S DEAD!!! I DON'T HAVE A BABY BROTHER ANYMORE!!!"
" My baby boy's dead Bobby. My son's gone. My baby son's g-gone."
Sam felt his heart wrench within his chest as the anguished, long passed spoken words of his father and brother rang through his ears.
" Sammy?" Came Dean's voice from somewhere in the distance.
Sam quickly blinked away the tears and stood up to see his family standing in the entrance to Bobby's livingroom.
" I'm good, and Bobby'll be just fine once he gets out of La La Land. And for the last time, it's Sam." Said Sam quickly, rolling his eyes at the last part as he took a few steps away from Bobby's still out cold form where it lay.
" I guess we're just gonna have to wait then." Sighed Alkaya as she began to waddle over to her mate, Dean and John following suit.
Unbenounced to the two Older Winchester's, Alkaya was silently sending a message to her obviously distressed mate, using the psychic link.
" Sam, what's wrong?"
" Nothing. Nothing's wrong, everything's just fine."
" That's a lie and you know it. Please tell me what's wrong."
" It's nothing really I just... When I put Bobby on the couch, my fingertips touched arm and I caught something. Dean and Dad were sitting on that couch when they told Bobby I was dead. I could hear their voices, Dean was screaming and Dad was barely holding it together. And I..." Sam trailed off as Alkaya mentally spoke back to him.
" Sam, that was then, you're here now. But, they're still terrified that you will be torn from then again, you should talk to them my dearest love. It'd be good for all three of you."
" I love you, y'know that right?"
" Of course. And, just like you will never leave your brother and father ever again, I will never leave you. Now, enough with the sappyness, go talk to Dean and John. I get the feeling Mr. Singer isn't gonna be up for a while."
Alkaya and Sam shared a secret smile, as Alkaya made her way over to Sam, who leaned down and nuzzled the top of her braided head before gently ushering her to sit down in the equally battered armchair by Bobby's desk.
Dean and John couldn't help but smirk at their antics.
Their Sammy was a total gonner.
Now came the part that no one ever really liked.
The waiting.
True to Alkaya's word, Bobby Singer was out like a light.
A look from Alkaya told Sam that now was as good a time as any.
With a steadying breath, Sam made his way over to his father and brother, who were outside on the front porch.
The two oldest Winchesters had managed to will themselves into walking into the house but, the second their eyes had fallen on the livingroom and the battered old sofa Sam had lain Bobby onto, the both of them had felt their resolves instantly begin to crumble, their hearts constricting in agony as the memories of what had happened the last time the two of them had sat on that sofa came flooding back, threatening to drown them.
The two of them had quietly snuck off after Alkaya had sat down.
Now, Sam quietly walked onto the porch and came to lean against the worn railing that surrounded the porch, coming to stand next to Dean, who, along with John was staring out into the distance.
" What's on your mind guys?" Asked Sam.
Both Dean and John were startled by Sam's voice and had their alarmed gazes immediately zeroed in on the tall, ponytailed young man standing to Dean's right.
" Jesus boy, don't so that!" Exclaimed John, his heart pounding in his chest. This was a first, his youngest son being able to sneak up not only on him but his older sibling as well.
" Yeah Sammy, jeez, give a guy cause for a second heart attack in the same day why don't you!" Added Dean as he stared crossly at his now sheepish looking baby sibling.
" My bad, sorry." Said Sam, holding his hands up in an apologetic gesture before he continued.
" Well, what's on your minds, you both seem a little off."
At this both Dean and John eyed him suspiciously before Dean spoke.
" Well you're the powerful psychic, can't you just y'know..." He gestured with his hand, both he and John bristling a little. Though they were both glad beyond words to have their Sammy back, plus having Alkaya and the baby with them too, Sam's supernatural abilities did terrify them to a certain degree. They had after all seen Sam's abilities and their power that night in the woods, when he'd mercilessly destroyed Jane Dixon's murderous spirit.
At this, Sam merely smiled, a hint of sadness in his eyes as he stared from John to Dean.
" I could but, I'd rather just ask the both of you." He said quietly.
Dean and John instantly felt themselves relax. Under all that long, darker hair, scruffy facial stubble, and emmense power just beneath the surface, deep down, they knew that Sam was still their Sam. John Winchester's youngest son. Dean Winchester's baby brother.
Just with an upgrade.
A sigh escaped John before he spoke.
" We're okay Sammy, it's just... This was where me and Dean came after you..." John trailed off, a pained look etching itself across his face.
A similar look passed over Dean's face as he and John both looked back at Sam. The next words that came out of Sam's mouth made both of their hearts stop cold in their chests.
" Dean, you sat on that sofa and screamed Sammy's dead. I don't have a baby brother anymore. And dad, you said My baby boy's dead Bobby. My son's gone. My baby son's gone"
Though the words were softly spoken, they had the same power as when they'd been screamed in anguish in the dead of night a whole month ago.
Dean and John's faces were painted with shock at these words as they gawked at Sam. Dean was the first to regain his voice.
" Sammy, how did you..." He began when Sam gently cut him off.
" The sofa, when I laid Bobby down onto it, my fingers grazed the arm. My abilities caught something. The pain and despair the both of you were feeling when you said those words were so strong, so great, a trace of it was left behind... for me to feel, a small taste of what I... What I put the both of you through." Said Sam, the last part spoken in no more than a tight whisper and he averted his moss-green gaze to the porch floor.
Dean and John were both about to say something when Alkaya's voice rang out from inside the house.
" Hey guys, he's awake."
" Guess that's our que." Said Sam with a small sigh as he gave his father and brother a small, apologetic glance before turning and walking back into the house.
" Oh, you are not gonna get off that easy little brother." Thought Dean, knowing that he was gonna have a serious talk with that little brother of his. John Winchester was thinking the exact same thing.
A rarity indeed, the two oldest Winchesters actually wanting to sit down and talk.
But, it would have to wait, they had a groggy Bobby Singer to deal with at the moment as Dean and John followed in Sam's wake.
Bobby Singer jerked back into awareness and with the held of some unknown person, he'd sat up. When his vision cleared, he found himself once again staring at a pair of deep moss-green eyes. After the second it took him recognize just who he was staring at, Bobby Singer lost his top.
" HOLY MARY, MOTHER OF GOD!!!" He bellowed before he shot forth from the sofa, instantly on his feet, his eyes glued to the tall, now long-haired and lightly bearded young man slowly standing up and staring back at him.
" Bobby man, calm down, it's us." Said John.
Bobby whirled around to see John and Dean Winchester standing in the doorway of his livingroom before his gaze once again veered around back to gawk at Sam. He also noticed a pretty young lady with blue-green eyes dressed in a large black overcoat sitting in the armchair by his desk. Alkaya smiled back at him serenely, Bobby instantly found himself calming down a little before he spoke.
" Sam?" Asked Bobby, still unsure if his eyes were seeing straight.
Sam's face broke into his signature dimpled grin as he nodded to the older hunter and spoke.
" Yeah Bobby, it's me. I'm alive and well."
Bobby looked taken aback before he looked around the room again and spoke.
" Will somebody please tell me what the hell's goin on here?" He asked to all occupants in the room.
" Well, it's a pretty long story." Said Sam as he sent a sheepish look Bobby's way.
" Don't worry Sammy, we got all the time in the world, so start talking. Tell Bobby what the hell's goin on like he asked." Said Dean, who couldn't help but smirk at his baby brother's current predicament, and he wasn't alone, much to his inner glee, both John and Alkaya had similar looks on their faces as all eyes went to Sam.
" Bobby, I think it's best if you sit down, we're gonna be hear for a while." Said Sam as he gave Bobby a warm look.
A good two hours later...
" Man... You Winchesters always were a weird bunch." Muttered Bobby Singer as he tried to wrap his mind around what he'd been told and shown.
At this Alkaya giggled at the irked looks that passed over the faces of Sam, Dean, and John Winchester.
" Hey, I resent that." Shot back Dean, a ghost of a smirk playing across his lips.
" Well you would wouldn't you?" Smirked Sam.
" So John Winchester, you're gonna be a grandfather in less than two months." Said Bobby as he pinned John with a look.
" Yeah, I guess I am." Sighed John as he sent a small smile Alkaya's way, the blue eyed mother to be grinning back at him.
" Well man, you're ancient." Smirked Bobby.
" Shut up Singer." Grumbled John.
" He's got a point though Grandpa." Pipped up Sam, Dean, and Alkaya at perfectly the same time.
They was an instance silence in Bobby's livingroom.
Then, four people burst into laughter while one disgruntled grandfather to be glared at them.
Then he started laughing too.