At the mention of Sam, Dean sighed again, the worry and pain creeping up in his throat.  He shook his head, “He left.  He and dad had a falling out, and he’s gone, Bobby…”

A single tear fell from his eye as he explained the circumstances, stepping forward to let himself into the house.  He sighed once again, and it dawned on him that he couldn’t just ask Bobby about what was going on, even though the necklace was still wrapped firmly around his hand.

“Um…do you wanna have a drink?”, he asked in a broken voice, “After that fight…I need a drink, or twelve. And um…I have a few questions about something Sam said.”

He could already tell that Bobby had been night capping, either winding down to get ready for bed, or get ready for his night shift watching the phones.  It gave him a bit of courage, “About Mika.”