REVOKE ▸ d. winchester [1] ✔

Chapter 47

Sam's POV

Bobby wasn't stupid. He could see all of the blood covering Dean and I. And I'm sure he noticed the tension in the air when he asked his question.

So we told him everything. Well, everything that we knew. I still didn't understand what had happened, yet it was up to Dean and I to tell Bobby why the girl he raised, just as he would his own daughter, was dead.

We made Bobby sit down in a chair. He didn't stay there very long, though. Instead, he ended up pacing up and down the length of the room, leaving us to watch as he ran his hands down his face, through his hair, and eventually across his eyes as tears began to fall.

Bobby cried. It's something I had never seen before from the man, and it's something I never want to see again.

Before I knew it, I found myself forcing back the pain once again. Just thinking about her made my head pang, my eyes water, and my knees go weak.

It had been how many weeks, months now, since we picked her up in that small town in South Dakota. Yet it was as if I'd known her for years. She was like a sister to me.

And what hurts the most is the fact that every time I think of her, I think of Charlie.

And then it hurts ten times worse.

We've lost everybody.

While I found it easier to deal with the pain silently, Dean got angry. Even after Bobby settled down and sat back down, refusing to move, Dean continued to pace, restless. His face was in a permanent scowl and he kept eyeing the place where Caim and Sariel keep appearing. All in all, he looked like he wanted to kill something. Or someone.

I know exactly what he's thinking. I know everything he wants to do right now. It's because I've seen him like this before, many times in fact. But this time it's different. It's worse.

He and Jackie had something. What that something was, I know Dean will never tell me. But it was there.

And I know Dean is done with losing the people he cares about. I know how he keeps it all inside and no matter what, shoves it down and never, ever talks to anybody about it. He always does this, and he's doing it again already.

I'm not sure how much more he can take.

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A flash of light breaks out after almost three hours of silence. Before anybody can think, the four of us find ourselves standing shoulder to shoulder, backs planted against a wall. The angelic duo once again appears in front of us, Sariel smiling and Caim expressionless.

If I could move I would have definitely punched Caim right in the face.

"Hello, gentlemen."

Azrael appears behind his two men, a leader among his followers. A satisfied grin lights up his face as he sends his greeting. "I thought I'd come by and see how everybody's doing."

"We're doing great," Dean states from the right of me with a dark scowl. "I never get a lot of down time anymore, but this is nice. Maybe you should join us."

"Mmh," Azrael chuckles. He steps forward and grabs Dean's chin, turning his face to look at him. "Dean, your mouth is going to get you killed one day."

"Already has." Dean sets his jaw and yanks free of Azrael's grasp.

"Indeed it has."

We watch as Azrael's eyes move from each of us, observing our faces. He starts with Dean, moving to Cas, then Bobby and myself. His eyebrows crease down after a moment, then his eyes widen in an exaggerated way.