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Locking Sam in Bobby's panic room so he can detox from demon blood, was surprisingly easy for Lillian to deal with, she just put on some headphones and listened to music to drown out Sam's screaming; and as long as she didn't think about it, then it was fine.
Lillian's denial of the whole situation didn't last long, as Bobby handed Lillian a glass of whiskey, and Dean took her headphones off and asked, "How long is this gonna go on?"
"Here, let me look it up in my demon-detox manual. Oh, wait. No one ever wrote one." Bobby answered sarcastically, he then added, seriously, "No, telling how long it'll take. Hell, or if Sam will even live through it."
Bobby's phone rang and the man said, "Suck dirt and die, Rufus. You call me again, I'll kill you."
"What's up with Rufus?" Lillian asked.
"He knows." Bobby answered.
Lillian's phone then rang and it was a hunter, "Fuck off." Was all she said, but before she could hang up, the hunter told her to check the news.
Lillian searched what the hunter had told her and said, "Oh, shit!"
"'Key West sees 10 species go extinct'." Dean read out.
"Yes. Plus, Alaska - 15 man fishing crew, all stricken blind, unknown cause. New York - teacher goes mental, locks the door, kills exactly 66 kids. All of this in a single day?" Lillian said.
"I looked them up. There's no doubt about it. They're all seals. Breaking - fast." Bobby told the two.
"How many are left?" Dean asked.
"Who knows? Can't be many." Bobby answered, he then asked, "Where the Hell are your Angel pals?"
"You tell me."
"I'm just wondering..." Bobby said.
"What?"
"With the Apocalypse being nigh and all, is now really the right time to be having this little domestic drama of ours?" Bobby asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I don't like this anymore than you do, but... Sam can kill demons. He's got a shot at stopping Armageddon." Bobby answered.
"So, what, sacrifice Sam, his soul, for the greater good? Is that what you're saying? Times are bad, so let's use Sam as a nuclear warhead?" Dean questioned.
"Look, I know you hate me for suggesting it. I hate me for suggesting it. I love that boy like a son. All I'm saying is, maybe he's here right now instead of an a battlefield, 'cause we love him too much." Bobby answered.
