Summary. . . . . . . . . . Dean asks why Sam refuses to believe Bobby's presence still watches over them.
Disclaimer. . . . . . All characters belong to Kripke.
A.N. . . . . . . . . A short drabble whilst I build up chapters for my next fic. I hope that you enjoy. Peanut x
"Why Sam?" Dean asked as he strode into their latest motel room, not even caring about the décor as he threw his bag down onto the nearest bed. "Why, after everything we've seen, after everything we've done, why can't you believe that this could be true?" Another hunt, that had been well on its way to being a botched hunt, had turned suddenly for the better, after they'd been given aid from something, or as Dean liked to think someone; something, or someone, supernatural.
Dean had thought little of it when his beer had suddenly, and mysteriously, drained; putting it down to having too many and forgetting he'd in actual fact drunk it; but when the research they had needed to defeat the Amazon's had miraculously appeared, his thoughts and feelings had changed. He now truly believed that Bobby was helping them; that somehow his spirit had remained behind, had not passed onto its final resting place, and had instead chosen to stay to help. It made sense to him, his drinking had gotten out of control, and by taking it away it was Bobby's way of saying enough was enough. They had needed help with the Amazon's, and with this latest hunt, and Bobby had always been their go to man, why would that stop now? But Sam point blank refused to believe. The guy who had always insisted they research more, ask more questions, find more answers, now dismissed Dean, refused to see what was right before their eyes, and Dean wanted to know why.
"Why Sam?" He asked again, ignoring again the flinch his words caused. "Why can you not believe that Bobby is still with us? Why do you refuse not see it?"
"Dean." Sam replied, frustration evident in his voice. "I'm not having this conversation again. Bobby's gone, we burned his bones, he's not here."
"So if he's not here, explain the beer to me; explain the help we've been getting to me. I can see it in your eyes Sam, you want to believe it, I can tell. So why do you refuse too?"
"Because." Sam answered, the one word reply infuriating his sibling. He turned away from Dean, as his brother's anger rose, and moved over to his own bed, his body slumping down heavily upon it, his elbows resting upon his knees, his face hidden within his hands. He didn't allow Dean to unleash his anger filled words, instead quietly adding. "Because I can't."
Dean spluttered out his response to that. "What do you mean you can't? What type of answer is that?"
"The only one I can give."
"Well it's not enough! Why can't you believe it?"
Feeling his own anger rise, Sam tried to quell it, but it was no use. He'd tried hard to push aside what he was seeing, tried so hard not to believe it, but he so desperately wanted to believe Bobby was there, but if that was the case, what else was real. In the end he couldn't hold back any longer. "Because if I believe that is real, if I believe Bobby is here, then what else is real?"
"I don't understand."
"Damn it Dean. I see Bobby, and if I see him and you tell me it's real, you want me to believe it's real, then what else is real, cause I see Lucifer too and you tell me he's not, so what am I supposed to believe? Tell me Dean, which version am I supposed to listen to?" He didn't wait for a response, instead stormed into the bathroom, the door shaking the room as it was slammed shut behind him, leaving an equally shaken Dean in his wake.
A.N. . . . . . . . Hey, I warned you it was a short one, I needed to get it out there before the next episode. Thanks as always for taking time out to read this, catch you soon. Peanut x