Sam moved closer and while she held up the envelope, he could see the clear distinct scrawling of his brother. A slightly pained look crossed Sam's face before he looked to her. Buffy Summers was her name, that much he got off it. And if was funny, Dean never mentioned her, even in his last days. He talked about Lisa, in fact made the trip to see her so this raised some questions.
He looked to her and sighed softly. "I'm sorry you had to come all this way but ..." Sam looked back to Bobby as he reached behind him and tucked the gun into the back of his pants. It was an indication she was okay. "Dean died a couple of weeks ago."