"Alright. Thanks, Sam," Bobby murmured gratefully.
Sam nodded once, his gaze lingering a little longer on Dean before turning to leave. Once the door was closed behind him he let out a huge breath before running his hands through his hair anxiously.
He knew he'd f****d up bad. Even more than usual. Especially since he was certain he knew exactly why that was. There was only one way that Bobby would have reacted the same way that Sam had; yelling and screaming until his voice cracked or threatening to lock Sam away in some kind of mental facility or mental hospital for the rest of his miserable existence. The way Bobby acted made it very clear what he truly thought of the entire situation, regardless of the situation.
Maybe Sam could just ignore it this time. Maybe Dean actually could b
