Dean sat in Bobby's kitchen on his phone. He was trying to get a hold of Sam. Again. Ever since Zachariah had sent him to the future to see what would happen, he decided that maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all for him and Sam to separate. He needed to keep an eye on his little brother and make sure he never said 'yes' to Lucifer.
It had come as a shock for Dean to learn that Sam was Lucifer's vessel. He had no idea and neither did Cas, Cas, however, had thought it made sense seeing as Lucifer and Michael were brothers, as were Dean and Sam. To him, it made complete sense. Dean didn't care much for the symmetry, but it didn't really matter. All that mattered was that two asshole angels wanted to use them as meat suits and there was no way in hell Dean would let that happen. Hence again why he was trying to get in touch with Sam. At the very least, Sam needed to know he was Lucifer's vessel.
Unfortunately, Sam wasn't answering his phone at all. Today was no exception. It didn't even ring, just went straight to voicemail. telling Dean that it was either dead or Sam had shut it off. Either way, it pissed Dean off. "Alright, Sam, you know what? This is the last message I'm leaving for you. I get it, you don't wanna talk to me. Well, we've got a freaking apocalypse on our wands, and whether you wanna fight or not, you at least need to know what's going on. So give me a call when you pull your head out of your ass!" he snapped before hanging up.
"You really blame him for not answering?"
Dean turned to see Bobby sitting in his chair in the doorway. He immediately glared at the hunter. "Bite me, Bobby. He chose to leave."
"You didn't stop him though, did you? You ever think maybe that's what he wanted? For you to stop him, let him know you don't hate him?" Bobby asked. He never agreed with that separation. Sam's reasons may have been valid, but he doubted they were his only reasons. A big reason Sam left was because he didn't feel wanted. That was what Sam did. When he felt unworthy or unloved, he took off.
"Hey, I don't hate my brother! Don't ever say that!" Dean growled.
"That's not what I said, you idjit. I said that's what he thinks," Bobby said as he came closer. "Can't blame him for thinking it. You weren't exactly happy with him and then you told him to go."
"After he brought it up," Dean argued. This was not his fault. Sam chose to go. Yeah, okay, Dean didn't stop him, but he had a good reason not to. It was like he told Sam. He worried too much over him when he was there, and that was especially true now when pretty much all his trust for him was gone. But now with Sam being Lucifer's vessel and seeing that he says yes in the future, he realized that it wasn't better for them to be apart. "And if you haven't figured it out, I am trying to get ahold of him."
"A little late," was all Bobby said.
"Alright, you know what? I think I should head out today," Dean said irritably.
"Don't like a little truth. I love you Dean, but you were wrong to let him go, and he was wrong to go. But since you're already gearing to go, I've got a job," Bobby said.
"Yeah?" Dean asked. Now that was what he needed. He needed to get out and hunt.
"Yeah. Remember I told you I sent a few hunters up to take care of the demon problem Sam called about?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah. Tim, Reggie, and Steve. Dad worked with them a few times. Sorry to hear Steve didn't make it, but what's with the recap?" Dean asked.
"Tim and Reggie are dead now too. My FBI alias was listed as a contact, so they called me," Bobby said sadly.
Dean paled. "Does this have to do with that case. Do you think Sam might be hurt?"
"No, it doesn't seem to be connected. For one, Tim called and told me that case was completed with no problem. He even told me Sam had decided to move on from Oklahoma. For another, they were both found in Reggie's basement with their eyes burnt out. It didn't seem at all connected to demons."
"Son of a bitch," Dean cursed.
"Obviously this is personal. I was thinking you could head down and take a look. These were good men. I want whatever did this iced." Bobby said a low, firm tone.
"Yeah, you got it, Bobby. Nothing gets to kill a hunter and walk away," Dean agreed. He too was outraged. Not only were they hunters, but he knew them growing up. His dad first introduced them to him and Sam when he was fourteen. They weren't close like they were with Bobby, but both these men had always been friendly to them and they'd helped their dad with a number of hunts. "Anything else I should know?"
"All I know is they were killed in the basement and there was no sign of forced entry. But in our line of work, their wouldn't be," Bobby said.
"You don't know what they were working on? No one called you about their alias'? Besides to let you know they were dead, I mean?" Dean asked.
"No. Last I heard of them was when they finished that case by Sam," Bobby said.
Something in the pit of Dean's stomach made him worry about his brother, despite the fact that Bobby assured him there was no evidence that linked this to the case with his brother, especially given the lack of response he was getting from him. He pushed it down though, telling himself that he was worrying over nothing that Sam was fine elsewhere, not answering because he didn't want to. "Alright, I'll take a shower and then head out."
Bobby nodded.
Dean quickly got up and headed upstairs.