The broken son

7. A wise man once said...

Hey y'all! So I managed to finish that chapter a day earlier. Enjoy and stay awesome, superwholockians!

When Dean came back from the graveyard, it was already dark. He didn’t know how much time he’d spend there. An hour? Maybe two? He’d lost any sense for time since he joined the Doctor in saving Cas. The hunter took out his phone from his pocket. The angel was smiling happily from his screen. Dean sadly smiled back. The man saw that he had voicemail from his brother, Sammy. Dean pressed a button and neared the phone to his ear. Sam’s voice was happy but tensed in the same time. His brother furrowed his delicate brows from anxiety.

“Hey, Dean! I couldn’t answer your calls earlier, but I’m really happy that you managed to get out of purgatory again. By the way, I hope you managed to eliminate Dick permanently. How’s Cas? Listen, Dean, I’m at Bobby’s now and I, um, I need your help for something. I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t absolutely obligatory. Please call me back as soon as you can.”

Dean was nervous. His little brother has never spoken like that. Something must have been really wrong with Bobby so that he was calling him right now.

The man opened his contact list and pressed ‘S’. Sam’s name popped up almost instantly.

“Dean?”, Sam’s voice was quiet.

“Hey, Sammy. What’s going on, what’s wrong with Bobby?”

“Well, the problem is that… Bobby isn’t well, Dean. I think he is- he might be-“, the younger Winchester’s voice broke.

“Sam! What the hell is going on? Is he wounded? Did he fall from somewhere? Is he ill? Answer me, Sam! I’m having an enough rough day, please don’t make it worse!”, Dean was afraid. There were exactly two people left on this horrible world about who he really cared. He couldn’t lose anyone else. The man had sworn it on his mother’s grave. No more sacrifices. No more death.

“The thing is that…”, Dean could hear his brother cry.”Bobby, he died. Got shot in the head yesterday and he couldn’t make it. I am so sorry, Dean. I tried to save him, but I failed. I’m sorry.”

The hunter stopped without realizing it. He covered the sobs trying to get out of his mouth with his free hand. Somehow he managed to say:

“Did it hurt him? Did he- did he die in pain?”,Die. Dean hated that word. So many people he loved were now gone because of that word.

“He was unconscious most of the time. He spoke moment before he took his last breath.”

“What did he say?”, Dean was crying again.

“Save him. I don’t even know what that means, damn it!”

But his brother knew. Save him. Save the angel. How did he even know?

“Listen, Sammy, I have to go now, okay? I am in Lawrence now, come if you want. But I won’t be staying for long. Got some stuff to do before I come back to the bunker.”

“Lawrence? What the hell are you doing in Lawrence?!”

“I already told you, I have stuff to do. I also saw mum today.”

“Jesus, Dean. Fine. I don’t think I’ll come, but I am probably staying at Bobby’s for some time. Do you want me to wait for you to burn- to burn the body or not?”

“I don’t think I can come soon. Tell him a thank you from me. And don’t burn the bottle and the cap. You hear me?”

“I won’t. Take care, Dean.”

“You too, Sammy.”

He put his old phone back in his pocket and cleaned his face with his jacket's sleeve.