Bobby listened, really listened, studying Sam intently while he spoke. He knew full well what Dean would have to say about it, and John too, rest his soul, but neither of them were there at the moment, it was just the two of them. Him and Sam in the middle of the yard just past the witching hour, and it may as well have been just the two of them at the edge of the world.
He sighed, shaking his head and rubbing a hand over his face, the next question was quieter, though no less intent than the first one had been, "Can you do it?" It was one thing to have to do something, but if he had to but couldn't follow through, it would just make things worse in the end.