A/N: Sorry about taking so long getting this chapter up. I had to get it just right. I rewrote it twice. I hope you like it. D
Bobby sat quietly in his chair as he watched Dean. Still he can't believe the boy was back. Bobby remembers being in the kitchen when a bright light came from the living room. Covering his eyes, he rolled his chair toward the room, a pistol he kept close by, was ready for anything. When the light died out, Dean was laying on the couch. Laying there like he was taking a nap. Bobby still had his gun pointed at the boy, unsure what to expect.
Dean moved than slowly his eyes opened. "Bobby?" Dean softly whispered as his face showed recognition. He set up to face the man he thought of as a father only to see the gun in Bobby's hand. "Bobby? What gives?"
"Dean?" Bobby's voice was unsure of itself. "Is that really you, boy?"
Dean looked down at himself. "I think so." His eyes returned to Bobby. "What happened?"
"Don't you remember?" Bobby had lowered his gun, laying it on his lap.
Dean thought for a moment. Finally he looked back at Bobby. "I don't remember anything."
That was an hour ago. Bobby had called Sam to tell him about Dean's surprise arrival. Now he was watching the boy move around the kitchen as Dean fixed himself something to eat. It sometimes amazed him how the boy could always think about food. He would let his eyes follow the middle Winchester around the kitchen. All most like he was watching a ghost of the boy he had thought of as a son since the first time he met him.
"You want some of this?" Dean asked, a look of 'you really don't, do you?' on his face, as he placed a plate with a chicken sandwich on the table. Dean was turning to the refrigerator and pulled out two beers. He returned to the table, placing one of the beers in front of Bobby.
"No. You go ahead." Was all Bobby could say to Dean. Maybe it was the shock in seeing this boy alive again. Bobby could only watch Dean. Afraid that he was losing his mind. He slowly rolled his chair closer to the table that Dean now was sitting at. "Didn't they feed you where you were at?" Bobby casually said.
Dean stopped in mid action of taking bit of his sandwich. His face reflected him thinking on the comment. "I don't think so." He took a bit, chewing happily. Bobby could only quickly laugh at him. "So you said Sammy coming back. Back for where?" Dean asked between bits.
"Seattle. The hospital we were told you were at." Bobby couldn't help to think maybe this would bring something back to Dean. He was given a blank stare at the comment. Dean just continued eating. Bobby so wanted to grab the boy and shake him. "Do you remember being in a hospital?"
Dean stopped. Laid the sandwich down and took a drink of the beer before him. After washing the sandwich down, he asked. "I was in a hospital?"
Bobby watched with care as Dean drank the holy water spiked beer. He was glad to see no reaction. "You're not hiding what happened like when you came back from hell? Are you, Boy?" Dean blank stare answered in volumes. "You really don't remember anything?" Bobby asked.
"No. Sorry." Dean looked down at the half-eaten sandwich. He brought his head back up. "When will Sammy be here?"
"Some time tomorrow." Bobby answered. He added. "I figure he'll beat the Impala back." Bobby reached for the second beer and started to take a drink.
Dean took a side way look at Bobby. "What did Sammy do to my car?"
Bobby rolled his eyes. 'This boy and his car.' He thought to himself. "Nothing. A demon ran him off the road is all. I'm having it towed in." He saw something that resembled concern on Dean's face. "Sam's ok. You'll see tomorrow."
"I was more worried about my baby." Dean jokingly said. Dean's lips mimic the word tomorrow. He returned to eating.
Bobby returned his stare back to watching the boy's every move. "What do you remember?" Bobby finally asked.
Dean was taking the last bit of the sandwich. As he chewed, Bobby could tell he was thinking on it. Washing down the last of his meal, Dean set the beer down on the table, he leaned with both elbows resting on the edge of the table as he got settled. He was turned toward Bobby, but his eyes seemed to be staring past him. "I remember the end game with the devil. Sammy was about to say." Dean stopped.
Bobby caught Dean's eyes turn toward him. "You said yes first."
Dean lowered his eyes. Not in shame, but knowing he would always be there to protect his little brother. "The next thing I remember was waking up here." Bobby was trying to read the boy's face. "Except for some weird dreams and all. That's about it."
"What kind of dreams?" Bobby had to ask.
Trying to change the subject, Dean commented. "You really should invest in some better beer, Bobby. This water-down stuff doesn't do the trick." As he finished the last of his beer, Dean moved back to the refrigerator for another cold one.
Bobby's eyes followed the boy as he moved back to the table. Dean knew he had to answer. Once sitting again, Dean took a big gulp of the beer. Playing with the bottle in his hands before him, Dean starts to talk.
"I remember. Well, I think I remember Sammy being there. I didn't feel." Dean tried hard to remember what was now a fog to him. "I felt safe." He looked up at Bobby. "Sam wasn't there, was he?"
Bobby shook his head. He read the confusion on Dean's face. "We've been trying to find you every since your battle with Lucifer." Dean's eyes moved up at him. "Four months. It's been four months."
Dean let out a soft laugh. "The same as when I went to Hell, huh?" Bobby smiled. Dean looked down at his beer in his hands. "You and Sam didn't?" His eyes returned to looking at his friend.
"No. Not this time." Bobby sincerely said. "Not that we didn't think about it." 'Why tell him that Sam did have problems with him gone.' He thought to himself. "We had your angel-boy with us. He assured us you were alive."
"Speaking of, where is Cas?" Dean found himself suddenly worried about his angelic friend.
Bobby didn't have to think to long on it. "I haven't seen him in a while. But he does pop in and out every now and than." Bobby could tell Dean was getting tired again. Must be from all he has been through these past months. "Why don't you go get some rest."
Dean would have argued, but he was tired. He slowly got up and more toward the couch. Looking once back at Bobby, he was greeted with a smile for the old hunter. Dean smiled back and laid down. It wasn't long before he was asleep again. But it wasn't a restful sleep that came. Flashes of faces and pain danced through his dreams.
TBC
A/N: I can finish this story in two more chapters, but I have an idea of going in a different direction. If you would like to see that direction, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!
