What if Bobby killed Sam?
Bobby was looking for Sam. He wasn't entirely sure what he was going to do when he found him, but he couldn't sit around waiting for Sam to find him. He poked his head around the door of the old barn and saw Sam swing a shovel towards his head. Bobby ducked to avoid impact and on pure instinct, thrust the knife he had been carrying deep into Sam's chest.
Sam's eyes went wide and he fell down to the ground.
"Sam?" Bobby asked, even though he could see that he was dead. Bobby fell down to his knees next to Sam's body and started crying.
He wasn't crying for the robot he had become. He was crying for the three year old John Winchester showed up with one day.
He was crying for the kid who came to Bobby asking for his advice on how to tell his father he was going to college. He had had such a bright future and the supernatural world was just determined it wasn't going to happen.
He was crying for the man who had given him such a look of grief after his brother had died, having sold his soul for him.
He was crying for the broken person who had been duped into starting the Apocalypse and then sacrificed everything to make it right.
Then, he remembered Dean. He wasn't looking forward to him getting back and having to see this.
"Well, I lost. Here's the ring," Dean said as he took it off and handed it to Tessa. Of course, as soon as he took it off, he couldn't see her anymore. He was wondering if he should put it back on, when both he and his ring were back at Bobby's. Bobby was sitting at his desk drinking whiskey.
"Where's Sam?" Dean asked, looking around.
"I'm sorry," Bobby said.
"Sorry for what?"
"He was trying to kill me. I killed him." There was no other way to say it. No way that could take the sting out of it. If Dean would feel better killing him for it, then so be it. He had killed his son today. It was a hard thing to live with.
"It's probably for the best. I failed. I couldn't hack being Death for one day." Dean shook his head. He couldn't miss RoboSam. He just couldn't. He missed the brother he had lost a year and a half ago. That loss came streaming back again.
"Dean, I really am sorry," Bobby repeated.
"I just want to be alone for a while," Dean said and headed outside. He went and sat down at the picnic table by himself. Everything just seemed so pointless.
"Hello, Dean," he heard. He looked up to see Death.
Dean just handed him the ring. "I know you know I lost."
"Yes, but I'm going to do it anyway," Death said.
"Sam's dead," Dean said.
"Do you really think it's more difficult for me to bring up all of Sam instead of just his soul?" With that Death disappeared.
Dean ran into the house. "Bobby, where's Sam's body?" he yelled.
"I laid him on the bed in the panic room," Bobby said.
Dean rushed downstairs. Bobby wasn't sure what the hurry was, but slowly followed Dean downstairs. He saw a man stuffing something into Sam's mouth and then the man disappeared. Sam's stab wound seemed to have disappeared also, and Dean felt for a pulse. "He's alive!" he said.
Sam's eyes slowly opened. "Dean?"
"Yeah, Sam?" Dean asked, not sure if he was Sam or RoboSam.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
"I remember falling into the hole. Then nothing."
Dean smiled. He finally had his brother back.