Sorry for such a long update, I've been having writers block on some of my older stories :)
Sam had finally sobbed himself asleep onto Dean's chest. Dean held him, uncertain about moving him; not wanting to wake him up. Bobby watched him from the doorway.
"I'm sorry you had to tell him," he said softly and Dean nodded and bit his lip.
"Me too," he sighed.
"Can I get you anything?" Bobby asked and slowly Dean shook his head. He bit his lip, before adding to it.
"H...How much longer can this go on?" Dean suddenly asked, trying to hide the shakiness of his voice. "How much longer can Sammy live like this?"
Bobby remained at the doorway, uncertain of what to say.
"I don't know," he said honestly. "Did Castiel said it was for forever?"
Dean struggled to remember.
"I don't know," he said honestly. Bobby nodded.
"I'm sure it won't be forever, Dean," he finally said. "The old Sam has to return, sooner or later. Castiel wouldn't do that to him."
"Maybe Castiel didn't have a choice, it was either this or having Sam go evil. Not to mention the near death experience when Cas did it a second time." Dean's throat closed.
"I'm just not sure how much longer I can keep up with this," he whispered. Bobby stepped forward and patted Dean roughly on the shoulder.
"You're doing a great job, Dean. Don't be so hard on yourself. This would take a lot out of anyone. You're not weak for wanting to rest. For wanting this to stop."
Dean nodded slowly.
"Thanks."
"You want me to get you something to eat?"
Dean shook his head.
"Naw, I'm good."
"You need to keep your strength up, Dean." Bobby's voice held a warning to it.
"I said I'm good!" Dean's voice rose higher than he expected it too. "Sorry," he quickly mumbled.
Bobby sighed.
"It's all right," he said slowly. He looked at Sam, sadness lingering in his eyes. "Call me if you need anything." He seemed to be saying that a lot. He paused before leaving. Dean sighed and laid Sam gently onto the bed. He stared at his brother's tear stained face. He swallowed, not believing that he finally had to tell Sammy the truth about their father.
Despite how hard he tried to fight it he found himself falling asleep.
He jumped when he heard a noise.
His eyes widened as he saw four figures looming over the bed.
"Bobby, I could use your help right now!' He bellowed, sitting up sharply. But as soon as he said that the door slammed shut and a dresser was pushed in front of it.
As Dean reached over to grab some kind of weapon one of them managed to drag him away from the bed.
"Get your hands off of him, Goddamn it!" He bellowed. He fought against the struggle. "Let go of him!" The figure that was holding him hissed and tightened his grip. Finally as Dean continued to struggle the figure threw his head against the wall sharply, rendering Dean unconscience.
Sam was sobbing now, as another figure lifted him up by force. He struggled agaisnt the arms that held him, scratching them. The figure hissed and hit him hard over the head. Sam shouted in pain. In the background both Bobby and Tom banged against the door, shouting desperatly for Dean and Sam-what little good that did.
Bobby had finally taken his gun out and started to fire at the door. Sam jumped at every shot. Terrified he finally laid frozen as the figure that held him captive carried him out of the room. The others followed, leaving Dean laying on the floor with blood dripping from his head.
Short, I know, but it was too good of a cliffhanger not to leave it there! I know, I'm SO mean to Sammy, and Dean. :) But you know you love me for it!