"My father is dead," Sam answered her. Everyone in his family was dead. His father gave his life for Dean. Dean gave his own for him. Everyone seemed to do that. Dean didn't deserve what happened to him. He shifted, a sad look gracing his face but only for a moment.
"If you have any friends who know about this, I suggest you contact them," Bobby spoke and he headed for the kitchen and returned with beers. "Help us out cause we would use as much as we can."
Sam looked at her, "If you want to help Dean, help me."