Bobby was sitting on his front porch when he heard the distinct sound of the Impala coming up the road towards his house. He stood up and watched as Dean drove up and quickly came to a stop. Bobby ran down the steps and met Dean at the car, watching as he pulled open the door and started to gently take Sam out of the car. Seeing the way Dean was struggling Bobby went over and grabbed the unsupported side of Sam. Together they quickly got him up on the porch and inside the house. They made a decision to take him up the stairs to the guest room not knowing how long he would be unconscious, so he would be more comfortable. After a lot of pulling and maneuvering they managed to make it into the guest room, where they slowly laid Sam down on his bed.

Bobby watched as Dean took great care with setting Sam up under the covers and safe. He only saw this side of Dean when something was wrong with his little brother and it always warmed his heart. Bobby waited until Dean was done before he nodded his head towards the bedroom door and left knowing he would follow. Not a moment later he heard Dean follow him down the stairs and into the living room.

"You want a beer?"

"Yea, thanks Bobby."

After Bobby retrieved the beers he sat in the chair across from the couch where Dean was currently seated. He watched Dean for a moment marveling at the connection the boys still had even after having Dean been gone for four months. Bobby noticed how much older Dean looked and knew that what was wrong with Sam wasn't doing him any good either. So he cleared his throat and waited for Dean to look up before speaking.

"So what happened now you idjit?"

Bobby just watched as a small smirk crossed Dean's face before he took a deep breath and visibly deflated. Without looking up at him, Bobby watched as he opened his mouth to speak knowing that whatever was coming wasn't going to be good.

"Well, it all started the day we separated after I first came back. Sam woke up, but I knew something was off. Next thing I know he had a gun pointed at his head. Luckily I got there in time and it only got him in the leg. From there though it just got worse."

Bobby watched as a haunted look came over Dean's face and knew that his was affecting him just as much as Sam. While waiting for him to collect himself and continue Bobby could only hope that he had an answer to the problem they were now facing. He looked up at Dean again just as he opened his mouth to continue on.

"Sam is hurting and I don't know why. He hasn't talked or said anything about it at all. But then today we stopped for gas, and I realized that he had been in the store for to long. So I went I and caught the end of the conversation between Sam and Alastair. I stabbed him, but he must have done something to Sam. Sam said that Alastair trapped him inside his head, and that I needed to come to you. So here we are. I know that whatever is up with Sammy had to do with Alastair, but I'm not sure what exactly went on while I was in hell. Do you have any idea how to get Sammy back?"

Bobby sat there not sure how to respond to what he had been told about Sam, but knowing that he would have to find a way to help.

"Well Dean, this could be a lot of things. But with a powerful demon like Alastair, I'm guessing it's some kind of curse. I'll have to do some research to check out a couple of ideas, but either way I know this won't be good, and it will be hard to get Sam back, but not impossible. Why don't you go back and sit with him while I get out some books. I call you when I got some food."

Bobby sat there a moment after Dean left thinking about where he would start first. He had many ideas but knew he would not stop till he finished helping as much as he could. He went over to his coffee table and grabbed a book before going into his kitchen. He set it one the table and began to read when he heard Dean.

"BOBBY!!!"

As soon as Dean got off the phone with Bobby he was speeding out of the gas station parking lot and onto the road leading out of town. He drove as fast as he dared, knowing that

this would only get worse with time, and he needed to get to Bobby's.

He made it in good time, and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when he saw the familiar house come into view. He looked up at the house for a moment letting the relief course though him before he got out of the car. He quickly went to the back of the car to get Sam out when he heard Bobby come up. He carefully started to pull Sam out of the car, sending a thankful glance when Bobby helped him.

Dean followed Bobby's lead and they quickly got Sam up into the guest room, where they usually stayed while visiting. Bobby helped Dean get Sam onto the bed, but thankfully slipped into the background. Dean gently moved Sam so that he was lying on his back and under the covers. He stared for a few moments and saw a side of Sammy that he had missed all that time he was gone, a vulnerable open brother that he only remembered from their childhood. He brushed his hand through his hair and just let it rest there for a moment, before slowly turning around to face Bobby. At the slight nod of his friends head, he took one last look and followed him out of the room. They made their way to the living room, and as they sat down Dean tried to organize his thoughts because he knew he needed to explain to Bobby.

He wasn't sure where to begin after Bobby's question, so he just started at the beginning. He explained about Sam's reaction, the gun, the wound, and the egg shells he has been walking on since it all began. He looked up knowing that this next part was going to be the most important and took a deep breath before continuing. He explained about Alastair and the message Sam relayed and his suspicions about all that was going on. And finally he looked up to his friend and asked what he could do to help.

Dean watched as Bobby sat there digesting all this new information, and felt as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He knew that he had someone to rely on and that made all the difference. Finally though Bobby explained to him that he would do some research and listened gratefully to the encouraging words. At Bobby's gentle command he got up off the couch and headed back up to the guest bedroom, and his little brother.

As he climbed the stairs he realized that while it wasn't going to be easy, with both him and Bobby, Sam would have a greater chance to make a full recovery. As he finally made it to the guest bedroom and opened the door, his hopeful thoughts were forgotten. He looked at Sam, and after a moment of shock he screamed for help, while running to his best friend, his little brother.

"BOBBY!!!"

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Lots of Love

-lullabyJN