My Angel

~2~

"Sammy, I only have that dream before someone I care about dies. Do you realize that there's only one person left that I care about?" 

"It's okay, Dean, I'm fine" 

"Yeah, for now! I'm never sure when it's going to happen, I just know it's going to happen!"

Sam wasn't sure what to say to Dean. He seemed adamant that Sam was going to die. 

"I think he is telling me to prepare for your death, so I can save you" Dean suggested. 

"That would make sense, but why wouldn't he tell you when?"

"He never has, but it's always close to when he comes to me" 

"So you're saying that I'm going to die soon?" Sam asked. 

Dean nodded, "I think so"  

Two days passed before anything happened. Sam got a call from a hospital. 

"Hello?" 

"Is this Sam Winchester?" 

"Yes"

"Are you a friend of a Robert Singer?" 

"Yes, did something happen?" 

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but Robert died this morning in our facility. We gave him the best care we could"

"Oh, um, thanks, but what was the cause of death" 

"Gunshot wound to the head" 

"Thanks" Sam said before hanging up the phone. 

"Dean?" 

"Yeah, Sammy?" 

"Bobby's dead" 

"Really?" Dean asked, shocked. His expression fell once he realized he didn't think of Bobby when the dream occurred. His only focus was Sam. 

"Yeah, I just got a call from the hospital"

Dean gasped in realization, "That's what the winged man warned me about! It wasn't you, it was Bobby!"

Sam nodded, "Maybe this man is right. What if I'm next, Dean?"

"We'll figure something out. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." 

"We should probably get to Bobby's and clean out anything that we wouldn't want anyone to see"

Dean nodded and both brothers went out to the Impala and drove off to Bobby's. When they arrived, they quickly cleaned out Bobby's summoning ingredients and weapons. Dean made sure Sam wasn't looking as he gathered the ingredients used in a crossroads deal and put them in a separate bag, just in case. "Dean!" Sam called from the other room, making Dean jump.

"Yeah?" he called back. 

"Ready to go, then? I think we got all the major stuff" 

Dean walked out to where Sam's voice was coming from. "Yeah, let's go. We still need to prepare a funeral for Bobby, too" Dean said sadly.