Dean's deal came to an end four months ago, leaving Sam, Maddison, and Bobby behind to mourn him. When a familiar face shows up on Bobby's doorstep unexpectedly, Maddison, Sam, and Bobby find themselves thrust into the middle of a war they never wan...
We drove down a dirt road and parked the Impala next to Bobby. We just needed a breather after everything that had happened, so I sat on the hood of the car while Sam and Dean leaned up against it. Bobby walked up and handed us each a soda.
"Thanks," Sam said.
I nodded. "Thank you." Then I popped it open.
"Soda?" Dean asked.
"You kids are driving, aren't ya?" Bobby asked.
Sam nodded. "Thanks, Bobby. You know if you hadn't shown up when you did—"
Bobby shrugged. "Done the same for me, more than once. Course, you could'a picked up the phone. Only took one call to figure out that Agent Nick Munroe wasn't real."
I took a sip of my soda and whimpered slightly from the unexpected pain the carbonation brought to my split lip. I felt terrible because Dean instantly looked back to see if I was okay. I could tell that it had been hard for him to look at me, not because of what I looked like, but because he was the reason for it.
"I'm fine," I tried to assure him.
He still looked worried but turned back to Bobby.
"You kids gonna be okay?" Bobby asked.
I nodded.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, fine."
Dean nodded. "Yeah, good."
Bobby tipped his hat and turned to his truck. "See ya." He paused for a second and then turned back to us. "Ya know, those sirens are nasty things. That it got to you, that's no reason to feel bad."
As Bobby got into his car, we sipped on our drinks and watched as he drove away.
"You gonna say goodbye to Cara?" Dean asked.
Sam shook his head. "Nah, not interested."
"Really? Why not?" Dean asked.
Sam shrugged. "What's the point?"
"Well, look at you. Love 'em and leave 'em," Dean said.
Sam sighed. "Dean, look, you know I didn't mean the things I said back there, right? That it was just the siren's spell talking?"
