Not Yet

by Ziggymia123

Set during "Death's Door." Dean is a bit panicked. And he has every right to be. Bobby can't be dead. He can't! Not yet. Or ever for that matter. Dean still needed his surrogate father, possibly now more then ever.

Alright, so I was rewatching the past two episodes of season 7, and inspiration struck. So here I am fifteen minutes later, posting this. I guess this would take place in the first few seconds of "Death's Door." Dean's POV.

Warnings/Spoiler Content: Up to the mid-season (hellatus) of season 7. Greviously injuried/comatose Bobby. Dean's ranting. My own beta skills. (Which are absoultely horrible, so you've been warning.) And I think that's it.

ENJOY! : )

No. No. Nonononono. Come on, Bobby. You can't die on us. Not now. No, screw that. You can't die on us period. Come on, Bobby. We need you. Alive. Fighting. We need you, Bobby. You taught us how to hunt, how to track. You're a father to us. Sam would probably argue that you were more a father to us then Dad. Sometimes I think he's right. After all, you were the one who took me out to throw the ball around like I was just some normal, everyday kid. You were the one who helped Sammy realize just how much of a freakishly large brain he has. You were the one who taught him how to use it. Dad couldn't have done that. I certainly couldn't have. But you did. And Bobby… I can't do this without you. Really, I can't. Remember my message when your house was just a crater in the ground? Sure, I was still reeling from Cas and freaking out, but I'm not better. God knows I'm not better. Hell, I think I'm actually worse, and I just keep getting worse. Sam sees it. You see it. I'm not okay. Sam, who has freaking Satan running around his skull, is in better shape than I am. So don't you dare leave us. Damn it, Bobby. You can't.

So you hang in there. Cling to whatever the hell keeps you going in this hellhole we call a world. Love, spite, whatever. I'll even make you a ten dollar bet. You just keep on breathing. Keep your heart beating. Please Bobby. You're not done yet. You can't be. We still have those dickhead Leviathans to take care of, right? You gotta make sure that we idgits don't get ourselves killed or something. Gotta still make sure that we idgits stay off the grid and out of jail or wherever the Leviathans would throw us. Come back to us, Bobby. Hang in there. Just a few more minutes until we can get you to a hospital with people who are human and actually know what they're doing. Please?

Bobby?

Bobby.

Bobby!

Review and tell me whatcha think please! : )