𝕭𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ² *ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ*

╰┈➤ ❝ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ - ɢʀɪᴍᴏɪʀᴇ ❞

     Dean told me the main reason he woke me, Sam. Not just that he was back, but how he came back... or rather, the fact that no one knew. That was the part that had him rattled. Sam being freed from the Cage should've been impossible. And if someone had the power to pull him out, without any of them knowing who or why, then something bigger was in motion. Something dangerous.

But even then, I could tell part of Dean's decision was personal. He wanted me to know Sam was alive. Maybe he thought that was the reason I'd asked him to drive that dagger into my chest—that I couldn't live in a world without Sam Winchester. But that wasn't it. Not entirely.

The conversation didn't last long. He had other responsibilities—Lisa, Ben. A life he was trying to protect. He left with them not long after, and Bobby filled in the rest: a Djinn threat, something that needed dealing with fast.

Now I was back upstairs, sitting at the kitchen table while Bobby pulled two beers from the fridge. My mind was a mess, spiralling with thoughts I couldn't quite grasp. That day in the cemetery played on repeat in my head like an old, broken film reel. I'd carved that grief into my bones, convinced I'd never see him again.

But now? He was alive. Somehow.

Bobby handed me a cold bottle without a word. I took it, staring at the label without really seeing it. Then, without thinking, I tipped it back and drank half in one go. The bitterness didn't register. 

"How you holding up?" Bobby asked, settling into the seat across from me. His voice was low, but the question carried more than just casual concern. He was asking about everything—Sam, the dagger, the reason I'd been out for a year.

I glanced at him, then down at the beer bottle in my hand. "Probably better than Dean," I muttered, setting the bottle on the table but keeping my fingers wrapped around its chilled glass neck. "But something's been bugging me." I arched a brow. "How did I end up back here? Dean wouldn't have left Lisa and Ben to come fetch me."

Bobby nodded slowly, taking a sip of his own beer before answering. "Sam. He thought maybe you were the one who brought him back. I couldn't reach you—no surprise—so we started tracking you down."

"You tracked me?" I asked, not hiding my disbelief. "Why not just leave me where I was?"

"You disappeared," Bobby said, setting his beer down with a dull clunk. "No goodbyes, no explanation, just vanished. We thought you'd gone and done something reckless. Turns out, we were right."

That made me chuckle dryly. I shook my head and stared down into the amber liquid still swirling in my bottle. "I did do the right thing. Creating that dagger, having Dean use it on me, it was the only way to stop what I was becoming. You know that."

"Maybe," Bobby said with a shrug. "But it still felt like losing someone." That one hit me in the chest a little harder than expected. I brought the bottle to my lips, drinking just to avoid replying.