PS: Anything you recognise is not mine. This chapter is a rewritten episode of season 7 episode 10, I guess, just with girl!Sam and Dean. Sam was always a girl, since she was born. Don't read if you don't like the romantic kind of Wincest. Supernatural doesn't belong to me (I wish) and... mistakes are my own. Reviews are lovely :) Enjoy.

My hands are cold
My body's numb
I'm still in shock
What have you done
My head is pounding
My vision's blurred
Your mouth is moving
I don't hear a word

- The Script-Exit wounds

Seeing Bobby bleeding like that was suffering for the Winchester; both Samantha and Dean. Since the older brother was driving, Sam stayed in the back with Bobby, keeping his head in his lap. "Bobby? Bobby? Hey, hey, hey hey. Hold on." She whispered so just Bobby could hear her but the silence was interrupted by Dean.

"Sam, is he dead?" Dean asked, worry obvious in his voice as he spoke. This was Bobby for God's sake.

"I'm checking," Sam replied truthfully, feeling no need to lie to her brother. Dean could handle the truth, she made sure through the years. Clumsily reaching for Bobby's neck, she could feel the pulse.

"Is he dead?" Dean asked again desperately, glancing back to check the two people in the back, not paying attention to the road for a while.

"Just drive, Dean! Bobby!"

"You gotta talk to me, Sam!" Dean snapped, feeling the emotions he denied all the time building inside him, causing the unwanted worry.

"All's right, he's breathing. There's a pulse." Sam assured him and watches as Dean picked his phone whilst she tries to figure out how to keep their 'father' alive.

"Keep him upright, stop the bleeding." Dean remarked, typing the numbers with his shaky fingers. All of them were adjusted to stress and managed to handle near-death-situations easily but with Bobby it was different. He was the only family, friend left and they didn't want to lose him.

"I'm not an idiot, Dean! I know first aid for a friggin' bullet to the head!" Sam snapped, not believing that Dean would think so low of her. She had already done such a thing, no need to panic.

"I need the nearest trauma center." Dean spoke to the phone, listening to the feminine voice in it, rolling his eyes.

"Hold on. Hold on." Sam repeated, holding the half-dead Bobby Singer close to her as if she could give him her life juice and make him open his eyes. Unfortunately, it didn't work.

"What's the address?" Dean growled into the phone before he turned left, the car accelerating.

"I'm sorry. We just have to wait. We'll see if the swelling goes down." The doctor said as Dean nodded in understatement whilst Sam watched them from afar, pressing her thumb against the scar on her palm. This had to be an act from Hell. Bobby dying was hell, she had to be in the damned cage.

Truth was – This was reality. No Hell. And that made it worse.

"How long?"

"It's hard to say in cases like this."

"Well, he's lasted this long. That's something, right?" Dean asked, almost biting on his lower lip. Bobby wouldn't give up. He would fight to protect the world, to protect them. He would live, Dean had to believe it.

"Well, yes. Listen; the bullet didn't shatter. Only one hemisphere of his brain was injured. There are all positive things. But… I don't want to give you false hope here. He's far from out of the woods. Most of the time, cases like this…"

Sam couldn't help. She had to listen. She walked up to them, ending the conversation. "They die," She added.

"Right now it comes down to him. I'll keep you updated." Doctor finished and left, leaving the two siblings with their worries and pain.

"Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt. Is one of you Robert Singer's next of kin?" A man, tall but smaller than Dean, spoke up, with no trace of a smile; thanks God.

After few unspoken glances between the Winchesters, Dean walked along with the man, stopping in the smelly, disgustingly white corridor.

"We know this is a stressful time." The man said, giving Dean a knowing look whilst Dean had to fight the urge to cringe his face.

"Yeah, okay. No offense; you can skip the garnish. What, did his insurance lapse, or what?" Dean asked and licked his lips, one of his habits, and slightly tilted his head. All of his focus was turned on the guy in front of him therefore he didn't really care about the surroundings.

"We're sorry to ask but, um, did your uncle ever make his wishes know i – in regards to organ donation? Organs are only viable for a very limited window –" he started, just to be interrupted by Dean who tried hard to understand what was the point of the conversation.

"'Viable'?"

"We're just hoping some good can come of this tragic – " The man started but once again, the stubborn, older brother interrupted him, clenching his fists to stop himself from breaking the guy's jaw.

"Listen to me. I'm gonna say this once. He's not gonna die. It's one bullet. He's gonna be fine because he's always fine."

"I apologise."

"Why are you talking to me like he's gonna die, huh? I do my job! Do your jobs! Save him!" Dean nearly enough shouted what made Sam look up at her brother in curiosity, scanning the situation with sad, hazel eyes.

"Of course they're doing everything they can." Man assured him, trying not to make any drama. But Dean had temper. He punched the glass covering a sign next to the guy's head, eyes closed as he tried to cool down. Sam stood up from her seat, ready to act if she'd see a signal.

"Walk away from me. Now!" Dean snapped and the man left right as Sam was there, hand placed on her older brother's shoulder who shook it off and walked the other direction, outside, leaving Sam there alone, broken and silent. She needed her brother, the warmth of his body, his soothing voice that would whisper 'It's okay, Sammy'. She wanted to curl into a ball whilst Dean would spoon her and assure her everything was going to be alright.

After Dean's encounter with Dick Roman, he grabbed a coffee from the crappy machine and walked over to his sister, recognizing the worried face. She was leaning against the wall outside Bobby's room. "What did the guy want?" She asked coldly, eyes not leaving the man on the bed.

"Uh, nothing. Just some insurance mook. Dick Roman was out there." Dean informed, taking a sip of his coffee.

"What? What happened?" Sam asked, turning her whole body towards Dean, silently checking him for any signs of wounds.

"Nothing… For now. It was just a friggin' staring contest. That was about it. What's the update?"

"The swelling's down a little. They took him off sedation. Apparently, he… he started fighting his tube. So they pulled them out and he's breathing on his own."

Finally. Dean made a small smile, knowing what exactly to ask to get a nice answer. "That's good, right? Is that good?"

"Yeah. Well, doctor said best-case scenario." Sam said as she watched the glimmer in her brother's eyes.

"Alright. So when they gonna take the bullet out?"

"Dean, they're not even… They're not even gonna try that, not yet."

"What does that mean?"

"The word's 'abrading', I think." Sam replied with a shrug, the long, straight hair falling down her shoulders.

"English." Dean remarked sarcastically.

"Cutting out the dead brain tissue. That's if the doctor even thinks it's worth the risk." Samantha added and glanced over a nearby pair talking so she took Dean's hand, finally feeling the familiar skin, wishing she wouldn't have to let go.

"What? Talk about what?" Dean asked with a heavy sigh because he knew what Sam wanted to talk about but he wanted to avoid the topic.

"You know what."

"No, we're not gonna have that conversation." Dean refused, taking another sip of his drink whilst his eyes stayed in Sam's gorgeous gaze, the gaze that made his heart melt every time.

"Well, we need to."

"He's not gonna die."

"He might."

"Sam." Dean said angrily and put the coffee down on the nearby table, taking Sam's warm hand into his because of his own need.

"Dean, listen. We need to brace ourselves." Sam said, willingly giving her brother a reassuring squeeze.

"Why?"

"Because it's real." Sam understood. This was no cage. This was real. The Earth. Real Dean, real Bobby, real hospital, real near-death.

"What do you want to do?" Dean asked in a whiny tone. "You want to hug and… and say we made it through it when dad died? We've been through enough." Dean replied and let go of Sam's hand, walking away from her whilst she could admire his figure from behind, feeling the very same pain. Giving her a last glance, Dean walked out whilst Sam sat down on the chair, thinking.

Waiting at Bobby's bedside was something hard for Sam and Dean. Just sit there, watch the man you care about fight for his life. Even though they had a disagreement few moments before, Sam was leaning against Dean, keeping her arms wrapped around his waist whilst her cheek laid on his broad shoulder, feeling the scent of sweat and gasoline.

"Sorry, we need to get moving." The nurse announced, making both siblings lightly turn their head towards her.

"Right. Yeah." Sam said, voice hoarse before she cleared her throat, slowly moving away from her brother who didn't let go though, keeping her close.

Sam couldn't handle the feelings burning inside her and walked to Bobby, leaving Dean hanging for the while. "Hey, um… Bobby, uhm… hey." She stammered, reaching for the old man's hand with nothing else but love in her eyes. "Just… thanks… for everything." She whispered, trying hard to hold back the tears of sorrow. She let go of his hand and gave it a small pat which was accompanied with as small smile.

"Alright, please step back." The nurse said again as Dean reached for his sister to protect her from all the pain. All of a sudden, Bobby raised his hand to make them see he was awake, wanting to say something as he opened his eyes.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, stop. His eyes are open." Sam said, quickly walking back to him with hope.

"Bobby?" Dean asked with a small smile. Now everything had to work out. Bobby was going to be okay, maybe out of the business for a few weeks but he'd live.

"Hey." Sam greeted, placing her tiny hand on his shoulder whilst he struggled with the respirator that covered his lips and nose but Sam stopped him, taking both of his hands into hers.

"Wha- don't talk. Don't talk. A pen… I…" Dean said and reached for a pen, handing it to Sam who gave it to Bobby. "Here. Here, here, here, here. What is it?"

Bobby grabbed Sam's hand, writing '45489' on Sam's hand whilst breathing heavily with the effort. He smiled slightly at the two of them whilst they leaned closer, filled with blind faith of everything working out. "Idjits." Bobby gasped and closed his eyes just as the monitor started to beep.

That moment was exactly the one when the Winchester heart stopped beating. No. Bobby couldn't die, no he… he had to fight it. "Bobby? Hey! Bobby!" Dean almost shouted when the monitor showed flat lines, announcing the man's death. Sam knew that was end. She gripped on Dean's shirt, hiding her face in it as he wrapped his arms around her and walked out, leaning his back against the wall. "It's okay, Sammy. It's okay." Dean whispered as his own eyes filled with tears but he hid them in Sam's hair, holding her close.

With all these emotions, Sam whimpered and looked up at Dean and before any of them could realise, Sam pressed her lips against her brother's, needy. The kiss was wet, full of pain, lost hope and understatement between the two siblings. Dean didn't wait any other second to move his lips against hers, sliding his tongue inside when she willingly opened her mouth slightly, her tears burning on her cheeks. Dean could taste them and leaned into it, trying to do everything to make Sam feel better. The tiny woman's hand moved into Dean's hair, slightly gripping on it to pill him closer and never let him lean back because she needed his soothing, his everything; him.

Dean huffed, almost out of breath but he didn't move away but slid his hands down on her waist, slightly picking her up so they could keep it longer. He glided his lips over Sam's, imagining what could this lead to and, surprisingly, he wouldn't mind. This was Sam; the only person he could trust, really give into. And, yes, Sam was an attractive girl; just perfect for him.

Sam didn't even know what was happening. She was crying, sharing her emotions with her brother through a kiss and a slight gasp when he sucked on her lower lip. Finally, Dean broke the kiss so they could both breathe and he waited some explanation of what had just happened but he didn't get any. Sam's response was a light kiss on the neck before she went completely silent, just listening to Dean's heartbeat. She loved him. Now more than anyone on this damned world since Bobby was dead and Dean was fully aware of it, ready to do anything not to fail his little sister ever again. He was the only one who was capable of doing it.