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"He's crashing!" yelled the blonde nurse as the doctor and more nurses flooded the room and crowded around Bobby Singer.

"Bobby!" was heard over the commotion as Sam and Dean Winchester were ushered out of the room where their guardian, mentor and second father lay... dieing.

In Dean's head everything became silent. The sound of his own heartbeat was booming in his ears and the high pitched wail of the flat line seemed to consume him. More nurses pushed past him and his brother running into Bobby's room trying to save him. Though they were standing far away from Bobby's room that flat line seemed to have burrowed into his skull making it the only noise in his world.

They did their best to peer in when, suddenly the doctor working on Bobby ceased his compressions and the nurses began to back off with a somber and sorrowful expression on their faces. The flat line seemed to grow louder and more piercing.

"Why are you stopping?" Shouted Dean suddenly as he started walking into the room where Bobby lay dieing or dead. The flat line threatened to make his head explode but his fury carried him on.

"Sir hes gon-" Started a nurse but Dean ignored her and walked in front of the doctor

"Keep going hes not dead, one bullet can not, will not kill Bobby Singer!" he yelled grabbing the doctor by his coat, enraged by the fact that these people were giving up.

"Sir please" began pleading the doctor visibly frightened by Dean. Before he could say anything else Deans fist connected with his face. The doctor fell back onto machines and slid down to the floor. Nurses began calling for security when Sam rushed in trying to calm everyone. He grabbed Dean who stood just steaming with anger and pulled him out back far enough for the staff to be comfortable. The flat line was so loud Dean could barely hear himself think.

Dean freed himself from Sam's grasp and rubbed his temples waiting for his brother's complaining to begin when he suddenly noticed the flat line had ceased, it was too silent, terrifyingly so. His face fell as he turned and looked into Bobby's room where the nurses were covering him with a sheet and turning off all the monitors. They had given up... Bobby was gone.

Sam was thinking about what he could say to Dean. He wasn't mad at Dean for acting how he had, he was just so heartbroken Bobby was never going to wake up. Sam couldn't even meet Deans gaze and stood utterly defeated, "Dean..."

Before Sam could get any more words out Dean turned and slammed the glass doors open almost shattering them and walked away without a second glance at Sam. He couldn't stand to be around anyone at that moment, and seeing Sam's body hunched over in defeat at losing Bobby was too much for him to bear. He needed his anger to carry him a bit further before his whole world came crashing down.

Dean moved at a steady and purposeful pace out of the hospital. He could feel it rising in his chest, that darkness spreading like a disease seeking to consume to him. He walked down the steps and turned onto the lawn walking beside the building far from the rest of the world. He could feel the anger, the hopelessness, the disappoint he felt at not being able to save Bobby. They should have all ran out of that warehouse together! Suddenly he started hitting the brick wall, punch after punch, he felt the tears rise up he was so angry, angry that Bobby was gone, angry that everyone he loved died, angry that he couldn't seem to escape this pit he was falling into. He stopped and leaned on the wall sliding down until he was sitting. His head hung low as he let the tears fall from his eyes. Hand bloodied, he was broken and lost and he had no clue how to help himself or his brother or if he even could. After losing Bobby he was beginning to think he couldn't go on.

Inside Sam spoke to the doctor and signed paperwork so they would make arrangements to have Bobby transferred to Sioux Falls cemetery by the end of the week. Once the doctor left Sam leaned onto the windowsill worried about Dean. It hadn't fully hit him yet or at least he didn't want it to... the fact that Bobby was gone. He thought about Dean, he knew his brother was not alright. Dean had such few things to make his life worthwhile and with Bobby gone that list became a whole lot shorter and that scared Sam.

"Hey buddy boy, long time no see," heard Sam. He felt someone next to him... Lucifer

"Aw poor Sammy your little friends gone and died on you," said Lucifer as he walked smugly looking in at Bobby and then standing in front of Sam. Sam avoided his gaze and pressed his palm furiously.

"Hand trick wont work Sam," said Lucifer bending to find Sam's frightened gaze, "I told you I was here to stay," he smirked

Sam began walking away when he was confronted by Lucifer again, Why won't it work he thought desperately pushing his palm fiercely

"Hey Sammy i told you if you want to escape this nightmare you know what to do," said Lucifer as he pantomimed putting a gun to his head and pulling the trigger

"Get away from me!" Sam screamed at no one

Everyone in the emergency room stopped and turned to look at him frightened by this large mans outburst.

"Um sir are you OK?" Asked a nurse looked concerned at him

Sam kept his head down, embarrassed at his outbreak, "uh yea... Sorry."

He walked off quickly into the nearest bathroom. He leaned over the sink and breathed heavily, he splashed cold water on his face and wished Dean was around to ground him, to reassure him that this was real but he knew his brother needed to be alone. When Lucifer reared his head Sam felt himself recoil and lose control. He felt himself become so defenseless like a child because in reality he knew how defenseless he truly was. How could he protect himself from... nothing, from no one, from hallucinations... how could he protect himself against his own mind.

He heard the door open and dreaded the presence of someone real or not, "uh... Sam you okay son?"

Sam gripped the sides of the ceramic sink, he recognized that familiar voice... It couldn't be. Sam looked up slowly and there he was... Bobby. Head bandaged, still in his hospital gown but standing right there in front of him.

"They told me you were in here" said Bobby as he let the door shut and smiled at Sam. Sam could see the concern and love in Bobby's eyes. He could even hear the love in his voice. A part of Sam wanted to warn him, he may not be real, but Sam wanted to believe so badly for himself and Dean.

"But...but you died Bobby,"

"Well i ain't boy, wheres Dean?"

"Hes..."

"Well find him and lets go home"

Sam didn't care if this was a hallucination or not, whatever cruel trick this might be, it didn't matter, It was Bobby. Sam went right to him and hugged him tightly, holding onto Bobby for dear life. He became more and more positive that it was all real, he felt so real beneath him, he could feel his ragged breathing and his increasing heartbeat, he could smell the stale odor of whiskey. This must be Bobby, he's really alive!

"Whoa there Sam, you tryin to kill me... again!"

Sam let go, "sorry Bobby...I'm just... really glad you're okay." He said stifling back tears

Bobby smiled and patted Sam's cheek reassuring him, "go on find your brother, and lets get out of here"

Sam walked out of the bathroom and set about looking for Dean, c'mon Dean Bobby's alive, hes alive! Sam thought to himself as he picked up the pace. He was excited to have Bobby back but even more excited to be the bearer of amazing news to Dean. Enough horrible things had happened to them already and this was just what they needed especially Dean.