A small knocking came at the door. Melinda's heart dropped. She glared at Bobby nervously.
"Guys, it's me." Dean said from outside.
Melinda inhaled sharpely. She looked at Castiel, who stared at the door worriedly. Melinda then looked down at Bobby. Wordlessly, he shook his head.
"Mel, Bobby, please." Dean pleaded from outside.
No one said a word. No one knew what to say. Melinda knew what she wanted to do, however. She wanted to run the door and let Dean inside, embarcing him in a hug to save the world. But she knew she couldn't. Anything could have been possessing him.
"I know you're in there. It's me, I swear." He pleaded again. Bobby rolled over to the door. This wasn't the first time Bobby had to tell if Dean was sincire or not, but something deep inside of them told him ti was Dean. Maybe Bobby wanted to believe it was Dean.
"What's Melinda's middle name?" Bobby questionned. It was the only way.
Dean waited a moment, then answered. "She doesn't have one." He replied from outside.
Bobby looked at Melinda. Her arms were folded and were eyes were sad but hopeful.
Bobby then proceeded to open the door, revealing Dean's shadowy face in the darkness. He walked through, looking down at Bobby first, then at Melinda. "I'm back." He stated.
Melinda didn't wait, she ran to him, pulling him into a tight hug, just the same as when he returned from Hell. Dean placed his hands on her back, squeezing her in his arm, resting his chin on the top of her head. He planted a quick kiss on her hair. "I thought I'd never see you again." Melinda whispered into his jacket.
Dean pulled away from Melinda, putting his arms on her shoulders, looking her in the eyes. They communicated silently through their eyes. Dean suddenly looked at Bobby. "I think we should all go downstairs."
After hauling Bobby down to the basement, and resting him on one of the beds in the panic room, the broken family sat together in a circle in silence. Everyone, even Castiel stared at Dean nervously, waiting for him to tell them what happend.
"Well, Dean, wanna tell us what happend?" Bobby asked cynically. Dean put head in his hands. He didn't want to, but this was his family, and they needed to know. They needed to know what he's done.
He lifted his head, his eyes long and teary.
"I.. am so sorry." He said weakly.
Melinda extended her arm, placing her hand on Dean's. She looked at him, her eyes just as watery as his. "What did you do?" She didn't want to know, but she knew she already did.
Dean put his hand over his eyes and began to sob. Dean was crying. Tears rolled off his face. He was a mess, but he didn't care.
"Sam broke..." Dean could barely speak.
Even Bobby had tears in his eyes.
Melinda kept her crying quiet. Dean lifted his head. "...and when they told me, it broke me." He said shamefully, letting go more tears.
Too sad to be angry, Melinda collapse into Dean, crying harder than she thought she ever could. She hugged him and hugged him, never letting him go. Bobby was now in tears, then leaned over to latch on to Dean and Melinda. Together, the three of them cried. Castiel placed his elbows on his knees, and his head in his hands, his head bowed and dismayed.
As everyone cried, the world was a step closer to coming to an end.