"You wanna elaborate on that?" Bobby said, watching Dean as he came back from the kitchen with two more beers.
Dean let himself fall back into his chair with a thump. "No, not really...but you need to know the whole deal." Dean put his bottle down on the desk, looked Bobby right in the eyes and continued, "Remember a few weeks ago, when Meg set that trap for us at the warehouse?"
"Yeah, that's when you said Sam's wall came down, and his powers kicked back in big time."
"Understatement." Dean pulled the beer bottle closer and drank deeply before setting it back down, "So Meg called a ton of Hellhounds in to kill us. Thirty easy. She had me and Sam pinned, and Sam just...just frees himself and puts his arm out and the Hellhounds just start exploding all around us. Then he takes out Meg like it's nothing."
"-and, I mean I hate that I even have to ask, but- we're sure he hasn't been drinking demon blood again?" Bobby asks, uneasy.
"No. Even when he was, he was never...his eyes were glowing, Bobby. They were white, not like Lilith-white, but like..." Dean looked down and found the amulet - back where it should be "The only time I've ever seen anything that bright is when I stabbed that dick Zachariah. Or when we saw Lucifer escape back at that convent. It was grace, and I think we both know whose."
Bobby leaned back in his chair a bit, "You know, I've been meaning to ask you about that. Why is it that you both still have eyes?"
"Well, I mean technically we've both been dead a few times now."
"You know what I mean. Why could you just stare at Zachariah while he was dying? Why could Sam stare at Lucifer when he was busting out? You never wonder 'bout that?"
"Well if I had to guess, it's probably because we're both vessels" Dean scoffed.
"Mmmhmm. So, don't you think that gives you a certain innate advantage dealing with Sam, even if he's all...whatever he is now?"
"He's still got my back. You don't have to worry about that." Dean fidgeted remembering the rather spectacular reminder of that fact he'd had when he'd been confronted by the unluckiest group of angels to ever set foot near him. They'd muttered something about using him as a 'bargaining chip' and then tried to grab him, there was a blast-wave, and then Dean was shaking his head trying to get his eyes and ears to start working again. He could just make out Sam, who nodded once and then vanished. That was the last time he'd seen Sam.
Bobby glared at him impatiently,"Ok, so then why don't you just-"
"Dean. We need to go, now." Castiel announced from directly behind Dean's chair, causing Dean to nearly drop his beer bottle.
"Hello to you too, Cas. What happened now?" Dean said, turning to face Castiel.
"Something is...very wrong. There's been- I guess you could call it an earthquake. A massive one."
"In Heaven?" Dean chuckled, "How does that work when there's no earth?"
"I don't have time to explain. Whatever happened, it sent a shockwave all the way from Heaven down to here. Down to a very specific location."
"Where?" Bobby asked, getting out of his chair.
"Stull Cemetery."