Thank you to all who reviewed etc – really appreciate it. So here is chapter 2 – it's this chapter and the remaining chapters that I'm not sure if they work or not – I'm sure you'll tell me.

So here's a snippet from Bobby…

Chapter 2

Bobby sat down heavily in the chair by Sam's bed. He was thankful that the young man was finally getting some rest. He had never seen him as bad as he was now. This was tearing Sam apart and by default, Bobby.

He reached over and brushed some hair from the slumbering man's face, then chuckled to himself, 'Look at you you daft idjit' Bobby thought to himself 'like something from Dr Phil.'

He lifted his cap so he could run his hand through his hair in frustration and began to talk to the boy he thought of as a son, "I wish they'd been something that I could've done to help you and your brother Sam. God knows he deserved better than that. You know me Sam, I'm not into all this touchy, feely crap that you are but I've got to say that I'm missing your brother something rotten. I think you know that you're both like sons to me and having one … well, gone is killing me too. But Sam, you've got to be strong, Dean wouldn't want this for you…" He sat back in his chair as weariness overtook him.

Then he looked up towards the ceiling, "Dean, I wish there had been something, anything, I could've done to help you – to stop your deal – hell I'd have gone for you if I thought they'd let me. You've always been so brave, if a little cocky and stubborn, not to mention an awesome big brother to this guy here. You have left a huge hole in my life which will become a chasm should I lose Sam too. If I'm honest with you, I'm terrified that Sam will do something stupid! I'm not sure what I can do to help him…"

He stopped abruptly as a shudder ran though him, bringing him out of his thoughtful state. Sam moaned in his sleep and turned over to face Bobby. The older man grimaced at the dark shadows under his eyes and the lines of stress on his forehead, the kind that doesn't smooth out even when he was asleep.

Suddenly, he felt a sure of emotion that was quite foreign to him. He really did love this boy, more than he cared to admit. Again he leaned forward and gently touched Sam's forehead, watching with amazement as Sam's face began to relax under his touch. He and Dean really were the sons he never had and just like a father he would be there for Sam, and Dean, if the unthinkable did happen and they got him back, and he wouldn't let them down.

"I don't know how…I don't even know if it can be done…" he whispered as he tried to swallow past the lump that had formed in his throat, "I won't let you down kid. If there is ANY way to get Dean back, we will! We'll leave no stone unturned…and I will be with you every step of the way!"

He relaxed back in his chair when he saw a ghost of a smile play on Sam's face.

A.N - Doesn't really sound like Bobby does it?

Because these chapters are so small I think I will post this next one together with Bobby's, then leave the last chapter as a standalone. Onward with…

"Thank goodness Sam has Bobby…" Mary Winchester whispered to her husband, "I don't think he'd get through this without him."

John nodded in agreement, watching the scene unfold below him.

"I'm just glad we could give him a dreamless sleep for once. He's been suffering like this for a whole month and we haven't been able to do anything about it until now! I hate being up here, on the fringe of everything, yet powerless to do anything about it!"

Mary understood her husband's frustration. It had torn them both apart seeing Dean's deal come to fruition. They had seen it all. They could still hear their oldest son's screams as he was being torn to shreds by the hell hound. Their youngests' desperate cries to Lilith to stop played over and over in their minds and hearts like a broken record – yet there was nothing they could do except watch and agonise – and they were still agonising now, only it was their only living family that was causing it. Mary had never seen Sam's dogged determination to find something, but John had and he was now regretting that trait in his youngest as it was causing him to breakdown.

"Is there anything Sam can do John? To get Dean back?" Mary asked her husband, hoping against hope that there might just be something.

John was still entranced by the scene before him, but nodded, "There may be something…may be there is something he could do with his powers…"

He knew he was clutching at straws but he wanted to give Mary some hope.

Suddenly he jumped up, "This is so frustrating! We should be there…to help him. I mean look at him. I knew that he'd do anything for Dean and vice versa, but this…"

Mary stood and put a calming hand on his arm, "Honey, you raised them well. They are both a credit to you. I have no doubt that if there is a way, Sam will find it…" She looked away as she felt her eyes sting and quiet tears began to fall down her face, "I just hope it doesn't kill him first."

John saw and felt her tears, and swallowing his own he took her into a strong embrace, "Be strong son. Remember all we taught you. We love you so much," He ended in a whisper as he felt a lone tear track down his cheek.

Not really happy when I read these two small chapters back, but hey let's see what you think!

One more to go, who do you think the last chapter has in it?

Please don't be to awful about these chapters! lol