Your Time is Gonna Come

Chapter 1 Dazed and Confused

Dean woke up in the Impala, which was strange because last time he checked it was upside down and smashed to hell. He instinctively felt for his gun and was comforted to find it in his coat pocket. Then he looked around. Sam was in the passenger seat, Bobby was in the back, they were both asleep. Dean felt himself relax, no one was hurt. His heart suddenly kicked into high gear. Wait a minute, Sam was hurt! He was hurt more than anyone else could ever comprehend. A memory flashed through Dean's mind. Sam stabbing Cas in the back with the angel blade. Breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. He looked like hell, which was really no surprise considering what had happened. The memory slipped away and Dean studied Sam's face. He looked so peaceful, but that could simply be because he'd slipped back into a coma. Unable to bear the thought Dean woke up Bobby before he touched his brother. "Let him have a moments peace, it could be the last one he gets for a while." He thought. Bobby woke up with a start and was as confused as Dean was about how they'd all gotten into the car. Bobby actually looked out the window, something Dean hadn't bothered to do, and pointed out that they were outside his house. Dean jerked his thumb at Sam. "What about him, I remember him being awake."

Bobby nodded. "I remember too."

"Well what should we do with him?" Dean demanded, he was starting to worry.

Bobby shot him a look that said, You-may-be-worried-about-your-brother-but-I-won't-hesitate-to-kick-your-ass-if-you-keep-talking-to-me-like-that. He leaned forward to look at Sam and then, with a what-the-hell shrug to Dean, gently started shaking his shoulder.

"Sam? Sam, can you hear me boy?" Sam's eyelids fluttered and Dean's stomach did a flip. Sam opened his eyes. For a moment the world stood still. Then he sat up and rubbed his temple, as if trying to stave off a headache. He looked at his older brother and a smile twitched at the corner of his mouth.

"Dean?" He sounded as confused as they were. All Dean wanted to do was reach across the seat and hug his little brother, but instead he just smiled and said. "Welcome to the world of the living sleeping beauty. We thought you were gonna sleep through the whole thing and make me and Bobby do all the work."

Bobby snorted and shook his head, he could hear the shaky relief in Dean's voice, and knew how badly he wanted to hug his younger brother. "Hell," Bobby admitted to himself. "I wanted to do the same thing when the boy opened his eyes." Sam still looked confused, but he smiled and said. "Yeah, I remember..." His voice trailed off and his eyes became fixated on Dean's hands.

"Sam?" The nervous tone was creeping back into Dean's voice. Sam drew a long shuddering breath and then shivered. His eyes finally refocused on Dean's face. His own face was pale and there was a horrified look in his eyes. Dean glanced at Bobby, his normally scowling face was softened with concern. He grabbed his brother's shoulder as if to ground him to reality. "Sam, what is it? What do you remember?" Sam swayed in his seat, and he looked like he was going to be sick. With what appeared to be great effort he looked at Dean and said in a trembling voice that was barely above a whisper.