Fear is the Worst Enemy
"You did not think when you sent me to the brink"-Mumford and Sons
A/n: sorry this I so late! My homework decided to multiply over the rest of the weekend. Here's the next chapter! Enjoy
Bobby continued to pace even after Rufus had asked him not to. How could he not? When he glanced over at the prone figure lying on the bed his worry multiplied. "Bobby, you're gonna age yourself even more if ya don't sit the hell down." Rufus growled for what seemed like the umpteenth time.
"How can I Rufus? That kid almost died on my watch! If he doesn't make it..."
"Bobby, he almost died on my watch, not yours. Ain't nothin you coulda done."
"nothin I coulda done my ass." bobby mumbled. His phone started vibrating and when he glanced at the caller ID, he cringed. "Balls." he grumbled when the name Dean Winchester flashed across the screen.
"Dean, what do ya need-"
"Bobby," dean immediately cut him off. "Do you still have the magic knife?"
Bobby felt a wave of confusion. "Course I do." it wasn't an exact lie. He had given it to Sam before this hunt; after all it did rightfully belong to the Winchester's.
"Uh huh. So then, why the hell did Meg just try to kill me with it?" Dean snapped, the anger inside of him boiling over.
Shit. Bobby glanced over to Sam. "I don't know Dean. Why don't you go to my house and see if she broke in?" Bobby said with a patronizing tone.
"Are you sure I won't find anything belonging to Sam?" Dean emphasized Sam's name.
"Dean-"
"You knew! What the hell Bobby, I've been thinking that he's been dead, but he's been alive!"
"Only for a month-"
"That's a month I could've spent with my brother! Don't tell me that I got out! I didn't. I'm driving to your house right now. We've all learned... you don't leave this life. And don't tell me I got what I wanted, cause I wanted my brother back. You know he died? Meg killed him. So, I'm gonna get to your house, we are gonna find that demonic bitch from hell, and we are gonna kill her. No way she's gonna live another week, no another day Bobby. I'm killing her. Now. This time, permanently. No seven story buildings in my way." Dean growled into his phone, trying to turn his pain from hearing of Sam's death into anger.
"Dean. Sam ain't dead. He's seriously injured, but he ain't dead idjit." Bobby said, his guilt multiplying at the thought of Dean discovering Sam was back, only to think he'd lost him again.
"I saw the blood bobby. No one could have survived the blood loss. It was...all over Meg." Dean couldn't stand to hope...
"Dean, I'm in Sioux Falls memorial hospital. Sam is here, so's Rufus. Sam got injured real bad, but Rufus saved him-" all Bobby heard was dial tone.
"Balls."
"Bobby, what's wrong?" Rufus' calloused voice asked.
"Dean's back."
Rufus gave him a confused look. "By back you mean?"
Bobby rubbed his face. The Winchester's would be the death of him, of that he was sure. "He knows Sam's alive. And he's pissed."
"How'd he find out? Sam didn't want him to know."
"You think I don't realize that? That demon who got the jump on Sam? Turns out she's got a bone or two to pick with them. After she went for Sam she must've gone for Dean. Told him she killed him." Bobby growled. He had only encounter Meg once but she was a nasty bitch, of that he was sure.
"Knowing him, he'll be here within 2 hours. Then...we all will have a lot of explaining to do. Starting with Sam." they both glanced back to the still figure. Sam's mentality had just declined since Meg's attack. He wouldn't speak to either Bobby or Rufus. It was time to tell him the news though. He had to prepare to face his brother.
Sam was staring out the window, his mind a confusing jumble of thoughts and feelings. Rufus had messed everything up, first with the black dog, now with Meg. Why couldn't they let him wake up? Why did they insist on torturing him further? Right. Cause this was Hell. Another one of Lucifer's stupid tricks. He knew why he could die. He wasn't playing by the "rules," but he wasn't going to do it again. He couldn't do it again.
He immediately tensed when Bobby came in. Would this be where the verbal abuse begins? "Sam." Bonny let out a sigh, "The demon who attacked you...it was-"
"Meg. I know. I've learned how to see demons Bobby." Sam spat. Better to keep himself at a distance.
"Right." Bobby hated Sam's attitude. He had put up with it for the month cause damn it the kid saved the world an spent 180 years in hell for it, but he was seriously starting to tire of it. "Well after she attacked you, she went for Dean." Sam's head swiveled around, shock evident on his face. "He's ok. But he is on his way here. She told him you were alive Sam." Bobby sighed. "It's time for you to face your brother."
Sam froze with fear. Not again! Nonononono! Please lord no. Dean can't come! It always happened with dean! Please. He knew it was futile for him to ask, but he had to try. "Bobby, please. I c-c-can't. P-p-please no."
"I'm sorry Sam, but maybe this will help you." Bobby said. He hated being so soft on the kid, but Sam's mind was fragile right now. He didn't want to shatter it.
Sam immediately shut down; his knees crept their way up so he could hold them. He started rocking back and forth, his voice so hushed it would be amazing if anyone could hear it. "No. Not real. Not real. Not real. No." he kept whispering the mantra that had helped him survive over 100 years in the cage. His poor heart couldn't take seeing Dean, anger on his face, attacking him. He couldn't bear the image of his big brother, trying to tear his throat out, wanting to as if his life depended on it. "Not real. Not real."
A/N: So a little of Sam's view. Hope yall liked this chapter! I won't be able to update at all till the weekend. Sorry! :/ Reviews are greatly appreciated! I am so happy with how many I've received so far! I will try to respond to everyone, but right now I'm taking notes so it may not be for a while! 3 yall!(: