Sam rolled over to the sunlight streaming in from the window. It wasn't fair. He was here to enjoy that beautiful view, but not Bobby. He was gone. He'd never see another sunrise, or sunset. He'd never make another joke at Christmas, or steal all the mashed potatoes at Thanksgiving. Sam rubbed his face. He looked at the clock on his bed side table and it told him it was 11 o'clock. His eyes were puffy from crying and his head hurt. Chalrie had gone home around midnight and Ellen had said she'd stay until Dean got here.

Sam picked up his phone and dialed his brother's number. He had worried about him until Cas texted him last night that he had picked Dean up. The phone rang twice and a man picked up.

"This is Dean Winchester's phone."

"Uhhh, who is this?" Sam was confused.

"This is Gabriel, brother of Castiel." The man on the other end of the line was talking as though he was chewing something.

"I didn't realize Castiel had a brother. Where is MY brother?"

"He's still sleeping."

"How is he?"

"Well, he came here rip roaring drunk. He threatened to skin me with his teeth."

"Did you talk about his car?" Sam half assed smiled at the thought.

"I'm taking it that he often threatens skinning for his car?" Gabriel laughed.

"Yes, he loves that car."

"Do you want me to wake him up?"

Sam contemplated for a minute, "No, that's ok. I was just checking up on him. Whenever he does wake up tell him to give me a call."

"Ok, Not too much trouble."

Sam hung up with Gabriel and pulled on a pair of jogging pants. He went to the kitchen. After making a bowl of Captain Crunch he peeked into the living room. Ellen was on the couch covered by a throw blanket. She had a scrapbook open. He didn't know that anyone in this house had a scrapbook. The book was open to a picture in the middle of a white sheet of paper. It was simple and not very intricate, but it was the most beautiful picture Sam had ever seen. It was of the entire family. Dean had Sam in a headlock and Bobby was holding back Ellen as Jo was trying to stick something in Sam's ear. Ash was standing behind Dean. Everyone looked so lively.

The breath hitched in Sam's chest. He went back to the kitchen to eat his food. This was going to be rough. Dean was taking it the hardest, but Sam felt as though he'd lost his father. Dean though must feel like he's lost two fathers. Sam was too young to really remember much of his biological father. He was nine. Dean had retreated in on himself when John had died, or so Sam had been told by Bobby, who had steped up into the role of "Dad" for the brothers.

Sam hadn't noticed he'd started crying until Ellen made him jump by saying, "Don't cry Sam." He quickly wiped his face and got up to give her a hug.

"How did you sleep?" Sam held on to the only mother he'd known.

Ellen rubbed his back and replied, "As good as I could. Heard anything from Dean?"

"I called him earlier. He was still asleep, so I didn't bother him. He's at Castiel's." Sam pulled away and returned to his cereal.

"I hope he is ok... wait, Castiel as in your boss?" Ellen went to sit across from Sam.

"Uhh... yeah, my boss." Sam looked uncomfortable.

"I didn't realize they were that close." Ellen was curious as to why Sam had started blushing.

"Well, I mean... They are kind of.. a thing. They are together."

Sam winced as Ellen jumped up, scooting the chair back, and slapped the table with both hands, "What?! He didn't tell me he was with anyone. When did Dean become intrerested in men?"

"Honestly, I don't know. This was news to me, too. I found out only yesterday." Sam looked down into his now barren milk.

"I will have to talk with him." She waved her hand through the air as if to dismiss it.

They sat and talked about nonsense until Sam's phone rang, "Hello?"

"Sammy." Dean's voice was rough and a bit hoarse.

"Hey Dean."

"I will be home in the next fifteen minutes. Is Ellen still there?"

"Yeah, do you want to talk to her?" Ellen looked up at him.

"Yeah." Sam passed the phone off and went to dump his bowl.

"We are going to have a nice little sit down, Dean." Ellen said as she brought the phone up to her ear.

Dean groaned on the other side of the phone, "What did I do?"

"You didn't tell me." Ellen smiled and waited for him to understand.

"I didn't tell you wha... uhhhhh. Oh, um, yeah. Damn. Elle-" Ellen effectively cut him off.

"No no, no getting out of this one, Cassanova. We do also need to have a serious talk." She really didn't want to say too much over the phone.

"...Yeah.. I know. I will be home in fifteen."

"Dean, I want to meet him."

"You've already met him." His voice was confused.

"I want to meet him as your boyfriend. I want the formal meet and greet."

"But-"

"Dean, don't argue with me. Do this for me, please."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Thank you. I will see you soon." They hung up and Ellen laid the phone on the table. Sam was sitting and fidgeting with his hair.

"When you gonna get that cut, Sam?"

"When Dean realizes pie is not one of the major food groups." They both laughed and Sam got up to take a shower. He had a feeling that the next couple of days were going to be rough.