Chapter Two
Bobby took a bottle of holy water out of a trunk and thunked it on a table. "Drink up." He said, his tone daring his guest to disagree.
"Holy water?" Lynne remarked then shrugged and stepped forward. "Hell, I'm not picky." She took the bottle of holy water and threw back a swallow.
They both waited a second, to see if there was any reaction.
"Got any ice?" Lynne asked, her tone implying that she knew she had passed the test.
Bobby laughed after another moment of tense silence. "You got guts kid." He said. "So what makes you think that you can help me walk again?"
"I've patched up worse." Lynne said. "Although I think in your case, it's going to be really painful, because you've already healed from the wound. You just haven't healed right. I'll have to reinjure you and control the healing so that everything works."
"So, you think you can do what even angels couldn't?" Bobby asked.
"Castiel couldn't." Lynne said. "But he's fallen and doesn't have all of his powers. The other angels wouldn't heal you, because they were punishing Sam and Dean. There's a big difference between couldn't and wouldn't."
"So," Bobby said, wheeling his way around the table. "how exactly does this work?"
"You take off your shirt," Lynne said. "Lay down on your bed, and I do my thing."
"And what exactly is your thing?" Bobby wanted to know.
Lynne sighed and held up her right hand, which began to glow slightly. "It's magic Bobby." She said. "Don't try to examine it too closely."
"What are you?" Bobby asked.
"A friend." Lynne said. "That's really all that you need to know. Now, are we going to do this or not?"
Bobby wheeled into his bedroom and stopped by his bed. Then he reached down and pulled his black t-shirt over his head.
"Do you need any help getting on the bed?" Lynne asked.
"No!" Bobby called back defensively.
"Well excuse me for asking." Lynne muttered, rolling her eyes.
After a moment, Bobby called out from the bedroom. "You can come in now."
Lynne walked into the room and glanced around before heading to the bed. Bobby was laying on his stomach with his shirt off.
"Grab a pillow Bobby." Lynne said, kneeling on the bed. "Because this is really going to hurt."
That was the only warning that Bobby got, before the pain came. It was sharp, and burning-almost like getting stabbed again, but worse. Bobby didn't know how long it lasted, but it felt like hours. Just when Bobby was getting used to the pain it stopped. It was replaced with a gentle warmth, almost like warm oil being spread on his back. That feeling lasted for several minuets before Lynne stopped.
"That's the first of it." Lynne said, getting off the bed.
"What do you mean the first of it?" Bobby demanded, starting to roll over.
"I'm doing this in stages." Lynne said. "You handled the pain quite well."
"Why the hell are you doing it in stages?" Bobby snapped.
"Patience, Bobby." Lynne said softly. "I want to be sure that I do this right. You don't want me to screw up and have to start all over again. Do you?"
"Noooo…." Bobby groaned into the pillow.
"Just rest for now." Lynne suggested. "I'm going to raid your fridge. We can check your progress in an hour."
"Don't touch my beer." Bobby said in a surly manner.
"Wouldn't dream of it." Lynne said.
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