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Sam entered Bobby's house, a house he knew like the back of his hand after spending time there as a child and as an adult. He looked the older man in the eyes, and saw a hint of concern and was that….fear?
"Hi Bobby" Sam said, his body stiff as he stood looking at the man, the man who helped him bury his brother in his pine box four months prior.
"It's good to see you Sam" Bobby responded, he began to walk towards Sam, stopping midstride when Sam began to say something.
"So you said you had a way to get Dean back?" Sam's eyes were dark, almost lifeless as he got right to the heart of the matter.
"I uh…." he stammered. Bobby never stammered, if anything he was the most articulate man there was in the 'business'.
"Sam" a voice spoke from the kitchen, a familiar voice that made Sam's head turn. "Hi little brother" Dean spoke as he took a step towards Sam.
Sam stood motionless, his already rigid frame becoming tighter as he looked at the man before him. Was it a man? Was it Dean? Or was it something else….shape shifter? Demon possessing Dean's body?
Without a word he grabbed for the knife he had hidden in his back pocket and lunged towards Dean, the silver tipped blade gleaming in the air as it hung in Sam's grasp.
Dean grabbed for Sam's hand, his still torn and bloodied knuckles turning white at the unyielding hold he had on Sam's wrist.
"SAM!" he grunted, his still tired body trying to hold its own against Sam's muscular frame. "It's me!" he somewhat cried out, Bobby was now at Sam's back trying to pull him off Dean.
"It can't be…what are you? What do you want?" Sam shouted as he tried to keep the knife on Dean and get Bobby off of him.
"It's him Sam….it is" Bobby reconfirmed as he kept his arms locked around Sam's shoulders. The few words left Sam to take his eyes off of Dean, and turn to him. "It is" he repeated again, watching as the fury left Sam's eyes only to be replaced with a hint of tears.
Sam turned back to his brother, the knife dropping from his hold and clattering to the floor.
"Dean?" he somewhat questioned, watching as his brother smiled, tears brimming along his eyes as he took Sam into a hug, both Winchester's clutching tight to the other.
"How Dean?" he asked as he pulled back.
"I don't know Sam…..I thought maybe it was you."
Sam tilted his head to the side and looked confusingly at him. "Me? No…it wasn't. I tried….Lord knows I tried, but no one…no one would deal….." he looked down as he brushed the back of his hand across his eyes to wipe the tears away. "I did everything I could Dean….demon after demon, looked into spells, nothing….I couldn't….I couldn't do anything."
Dean patted Sam on the shoulder, his heart wrenching for his brother. "It's okay Sammy, it's okay."
Just then there was a knock at the door, leaving both boys to look questionably at their host. "You expecting someone?" Dean asked, as he reached for the pistol that lay on the side table to his right. Sam reached as well, grabbing for the discarded knife that lay on the hardwood floor near his feet.
"Nope" was all Bobby said as he headed for the door, stopping at the closed barrier he grabbed for his shotgun that was lying in the corner behind the door. Cocking it, he placed the barrel tight against the center of the wooden frame and opened the door.
He almost dropped the gun when he saw Sophie standing on the other side, a girl he knew had made a deal like Dean's and had paid the ultimate price with her life as Dean had months before…..