DISCLAIMER: I always forget this. I do not own them, but do like to play with them.
A/N: Thanks to all who red and reviewed my story. I hope you like this chapter too. Not much action, but don't worry, it will came. Also, next chapter you will find out what happened to Dean. :)(Evil laugh). Please read and review. D
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A filtered light danced across Sam's sleeping form as his eyes slowly worked their way open. His eyes focused in on his surroundings. Again, Sam found himself sleeping on Bobby's couch. Again, Sam realized he was dreaming of that dreadful night he lost Dean. Not really lost him, but the night his search for his brother began.
He slowly swung his legs to the floor as he set up. The blanket that was covering him fell unceremoniously to the wood floor. As his hand came up to wipe his face of the memories, his nose took in the smell of bacon cooking. It was then Sam heard the clinging of pans. He knew Bobby was up.
"Are you going to sleep all day, kiddo?" Bobby called out to the living room from the kitchen. Sam was always astonished on how Bobby could tell when he was up.
Without a word, Sam stood and slowly walked toward the kitchen to be greeted by Bobby balancing a pan in his lap as he wheeled himself toward the table. The corner of Sam's lip curled up, seeing the meal his old friend had made.
"Sit down, sit down." Bobby ordered as he placed the pan on the table. Sam took the chair to the right of Bobby. Two places were set for him and Bobby. Bobby moved his wheelchair closer to the table as Sam settled into his chair. Not looking Sam's way, Bobby starts to fill his plate as he spoke. "Same dream?"
Sam only nodded his head. 'Yeah, the same dream of losing Dean.' He thought to himself. Sam has been reliving thatnight, over and over again. The light taking over everything. Lucifer crying out, "NO!" Hands grabbing him and pulling him from the intense light. The next thing Sam remembered was waking up in a hospital bed with Bobby sitting next to him. Bobby had told him Casiel brought him there after leaving Sam in the ER. Once Sam was able, Bobby took him home with him. From there, they have been trying to find Dean.
Most of the time Sam would work himself into exhaustion, felling asleep on the couch. Sometimes a bottle helps. It was then, Sam realized he was his father's son.
Sam looked down at the plate of food before him. "It won't jump off your plate, into your mouth by itself, kiddo." Bobby spoke out. Sam raised his eyes to look into the older hunter's eyes. It was like Bobby knew what was always on his mind. "We will find him, Sammy."
The emotions were rare on his face. "It's been four months, Bobby. Lucifer's gone. Why can't we find him?" Unshed tears appeared in his eyes.
"When have things been easy for you boys?" Bobby sighs. "Listen, Angel-boy is trying to find Michael. Once he does and gets him to tell where he left Dean's..."
There it was. The one thing neither one of them had talked about. Both knew the answer, but didn't want to say it aloud. Sam knew that his brother may not be all in one piece. Dean had told him what happens to vessels after an arc-angel takes them for a ride. Is that what had happened to Dean? Is that why they haven't heard from him?
"I don't care how he is. I just want my brother back." Sam softly said.
"I know. So do I." Bobby echoed the tone. With that, both men set there in silence. 'If it wasn't for this damn chair.' .Bobby thought. 'I wouldn't be so useless.'
"Never think yourself useless, Robert." A voice came from the living room. Startled, both men turned to the voice. Standing in the doorway of the living room was Casiel.
"Easy for you to say, Angel Wing." Bobby grounded out. He returned to filling his plate of the food he prepared.
Sam remained staring at Casiel. "Well?" It was the same question he always asked when Cas showed up and he knew of the answer before Cas opened his mouth. Well, not open his mouth, but shook his head. Sam turned back to the plate before him. Food was the last thing on his mind.
"Eat, kiddo. Or I'll feed it to you." Bobby said with the same tone in his voice, reminding Sam of his father. Sam picked up the fork. "What do you find?" Bobby said without looking up at the angel.
"No angel is willing to help." Casiel softly said. Disappointment in his voice.
"You're not quitting, are you?" Sam quickly asked. "You still will help find my brother?"
Casiel moved closer to Sam. A gentleness wash across his face. Something Bobby and Sam both have seen many times these past few months. "No. I'm not quitting. I will find Dean. I will find my friend."
TBC
