Summary: Bobby doesn't know what to do, because one is gone and the other is broken. Tag to AHBL part two.
Bobby is still chasing after Jake when he hears the agonized cry. He halts, frozen to the spot as Dean's wail echoes through the barren town. Jake is forgotten about, and he's turning around before he realizes it.
The sound is gut-wrenching, full of despair and denial. Bobby never thought that Dean was capable of sounding like that. His heart is hammering in his chest, breath coming out in harsh gasps as he turns around the corner.
The sight that greets Bobby grounds him to a violent halt. He doesn't even notice that his hat is no longer on his head, blown off as he sprinted back towards the boys. He watches, eyes wide with despair as Dean lays an obviously dead Sam on the ground.
Only when Dean starts compressions, screaming his brother's name between every breath, does Bobby move forward.
The first time he tries to pull Dean away, he ends up flat on his ass, and so he tries again. It takes Bobby nearly twenty minutes to pry the only remaining Winchester away from Sam.
Dean is shaking uncontrollably, shock taking over his stressed body. His eyes are red rimmed, tears spilling down his cheeks. He's mumbling to himself, things that Bobby can't quite make out, and he's staring at the blood on his hands.
Bobby looks from Dean to Sam and a lump of grief forms in his throat. The young mans eyes are still slightly open, a track of blood stains the side of his chin and a stray piece of hair rests on his forehead.
And all he can see is a smaller Sam, running around the house, an exasperated Dean trailing after him. Bobby bends down and checks for a pulse just in case, shaking his head when he finds nothing. He looks back over at Dean, who's still gazing at his bloody fingers and crying silently.
And Bobby doesn't know what to do, because one is dead and the other is broken beyond repair. All he has known is Sam and Dean, that's how he met them at the young ages of four and eight, and he can't picture it any other way.
He doesn't think one can exist without the other.
Bobby leans over and closes Sam's eyes all the way, and then sits back on the balls of his feet, wondering what comes next.
Dean suddenly staggers forward and drops next to his sibling. "He's cold." He mutters and begins to pull Sam into a sitting position.
Bobby leans forward, arms out and ready to help.
He withdraws quickly, knowing…understanding. Dean needs to feel some sort of control, and carrying his brother on his own is his way of getting it.
So Bobby waits quietly, patiently, looking on as Dean struggles to hold onto his brother. He only steps forward when Dean starts to sob and curse uncontrollably as he realizes that he can't carry Sam on his own.
He stays for three days, leaving to get some food only once. Bobby keeps it together for Dean, who stopped sobbing two days ago, his anger becoming dominant.
Bobby leaves when Dean orders him to; he almost turns back three times before he reaches the truck. He gets behind the wheel and just sits there, staring through the windshield at the Impala. His mask slips, and tears wind down his worn cheeks.
He starts the truck and backs away from the classic car, wiping at his blurry eyes. He stares through the rearview as he drives away, watching as the Impala becomes smaller and smaller.
Bobby is certain that it's the last time he'll see it, because he knows…he knows in his heart that losing one means losing both.
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