The Winchesters returned to see Bobby. After another run-in with Zachariah at their father's lockup they found out two new discoveries: One was that the Michael Sword was Dean himself, in translation Michael's vessel. The second one was Castiel was resurrected after taking down two angel cronies and threatened Baldy that their Father was involved with the trench coat wearing angel's return and should leave but after repairing the two boys from a broken leg, stage 4 stomach cancer, and non-existing lungs.
The tragic news was Bobby would never walk again. After hearing this from his doctor, Bobby wasn't taking too well. "Unlikely to walk again? Why, you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed!" The doctor got the message and left the room. "I'll use my game leg and kick your friggin' ass! Yeah, you better run!"
"You believe that yahoo?" Bobby said once he had calm down.
"Screw him. You'll be fine." said Dean.
"So, let me ask the million-dollar question. What do we do now?" Sam asked.
Bobby replied with "Well... We save as many as we can for as long as we can, I guess. It's bad. Whoever wins, heaven or hell, we're boned."
"What if we win?..."
She opened her blue-green eyes. She felt sore all over where she couldn't move without wincing. "Ugh…son of" she muttered hoarsely. "Man, am I thirsty" she thought. She had a need to drink jugs of water. There wasn't any she could find. She remembered waking up from someone shouting. The girl attempted to raise up from the hospital bed. All it did was cause more pain. She took deep breathes, "Keep breathing that's the key" she mentally said to herself. She managed to sit up straight. She waited a few minuets to catch her breath and calm herself before she strained herself more by getting up. That was painful. She leaned against the drawer beside the bed, taking breathes to calm herself. "You're just about there". She looked around to her surroundings "Aw, damn I'm in a hospital…again". The last time wasn't pretty. The girl tried to gather her thoughts ."I remembered seeing two guys… let's see one was wearing a dark jacket and the other one was…really tall" Everything else was a blur, she barely remembered the night she was attacked by…whatever the hell it was. The injured female tried slowly walk from her room, she never liked laying down for a long period of time when she's awake. As she went to the hall she notice a room with the door opened; in front of her the two guys were in there along with an elderly man on the bed. She had to admit they were pretty hot. But how was it they were able to help out with whatever the hell was wrong with her "It felt like I couldn't control myself". She couldn't figure out what it was, it sure wasn't Tourettes. She took a few steps closer. She overheard something very…crazy.
"I'm serious. I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their crap apocalypse. Hell, they want to fight a war, they can find their own planet. This one's ours, and I say they get the hell off it. We take 'em all on. We kill the devil. Hell, we even kill Michael if we have to. But we do it our own damn selves."
"What the hell?"
"And how are we supposed to do all this, genius?"
"I got no idea. But what I do have is a GED and a give-'em-hell attitude, and I'll figure it out."
"You are nine kinds of crazy, boy."
"It's been said."
Okay, that was all she could handle for one night. The girl attempt her walking back to her room. She slowly laid down on her bed. What the hell was that about? Angels? Demons? The Apocalypse? Sure she had faith but she didn't think it would happen in her lifetime. And what was that about Michael? Wasn't he supposed to be the good guy? Heaven was the good side. The old guy was right about that man. He was nine kinds of crazy. "Somebody call the white coats for that guy"
"Listen, you stay on the mend." Dean advised "We'll see you in a bit.
"Sam?" Bobby said. "I was awake. I know what I said back there. I just want you to know that...that was the demon talking. I ain't cutting you out, boy. Not ever."
"Thanks, Bobby."
"You're welcome. I deserve a damn medal for this, but...you're welcome."
The girl noticed the two coming out of the room and figure she lay flat down and play unconscious. "Just stay calm."
"Hey look" Sam said as the brothers as they came out from Bobby's room. "It's that girl in that room" He pointed the area in front of Bobby's door. "Well, I guess they patched her up rather quickly" Dean said. "I mean for a back wound." Dean was sort of puzzled at least. The sight of that patch of blood he saw from her back was nearly gruesome. "Are you guys talking about that girl you manage to exorcise?" Bobby asked. The brotherly duo turned to Bobby. "I can hear you know"
Dean asked. "Yeah, we were"
"What happened to her?"
"Absolutely nothing, except she was trying to strangle Sam and like you did, she took control just enough to call for help"
"Well, that's odd, two people including myself take back control in one day"
"I guess we got a lucky break in this whole mess"
"I don't know about lucky but I guess it works"
"What do you mean by that Bobby?" Sam asked.
"I don't know if I can explain this but…I was awake when they tried to stabilize her, freaky stuff happened."
"Like what" Dean asked.
"She went stark raving mad; just screaming and jerking all over the place, and I overheard something from her "
"What was it?" asked the younger brother.
"The Final Seal Is Broken and He Has Found a Vessel."
That send a chill on both of the brothers' spines. "Do you think she's a psychic?" Dean had to ask. "I don't know kid." replied Bobby. "They've calm her down and she went out like a light, I don't know how they stitched her up, I heard one of the nurses who passed my door saying that wound of hers was deep; close to her spinal cord deep."
"How the hell did they fix a wound like that?" asked Dean.
"I guess whatever stabbed her didn't damage the spine, so it was a close call." Bobby said. "If I can I'll try to talk to the nurses about Nostradamus girl over there, getting the info on her."
"Thanks, Bobby." Sam said.
"That's two medals you owe me."
The guys went to the girl's room. She heard them come in, nervousness crept into her skin. She kept reminding herself to stay calm.
"So, what's with up her?" Dean asked.
"I don't know, maybe she's a prophet"
"Could be, or she's like Missouri or just enjoys predicting the end of the world on her days off."
"Oh, we've got a comedian here." She thought. "Hey! What's that psychic/prophet stuff about? I don't get visions!" She had the repressed the urge to interrogate that jerk.
"Maybe"
"All you got is maybe?"
"I don't know Dean. We basically know nothing about this girl."
"Yeah, so we don't know if she's human"
"She was possessed by a demon."
"Yeah, I know Sam but psychics can get possessed too. You should know that of all people."
"Not all psychics are bad."
"They're not, then again half of them were homicidal maniacs."
"Can't we lay off suspicions until we get the hard facts on this girl"
"Alright, but if there's even a bit of unnatural smudge on her history-"
"Okay Dean we'll look into it, interrogate her and figure out what she is"
"Is that hint of sarcasm I'm hearing?"
"Let's just go and let the girl rest."
"As you say so"
The boys left the girl's room. What kind of crap they were talking about? "What was that about me unnatural? I'm a human!"
Okay second chapter done.