"Crying Wolf"

Chapter 3: Restored

Everything was working out in Dean's life for the past couple of weeks. Him and Castiel declared their love and now Sam was back home in the Impala with Castiel, making silly antics and getting on the others' nerves, where they belonged. Dean was driving over to Bobby's for a little visit. Since him and Bobby had a bit of a heated argument last time they saw each other, he thought it'd be appropriate to apologize.

As Dean was pulling up to the driveway, Cas sensed something was off. "Dean..." Cas put his hand on Dean's shoulder as Dean parked. Dean was oblivious to Cas' very vague warning as Dean smiled, turning off the ignition and turning to face Castiel. "What is it?" Dean smiled slowly faltered as he saw the worry on Cas' face. "It's too quiet." Cas shook his head. The look on Cas' face was enough to declare death.

Dean's eyes widened. He wasted no time in storming out of the car, running into Bobby's old creaky house. Sam quickly joined him, initially having issues with the seat belt. Cas just sat in the car, head held down, praying to his dead beat father for one last miracle: Bobby was okay.

Dean went into every room downstairs, slamming open door, just hoping Bobby was asleep and was ready to rip him a new one for making such a ruckus. To no avail, he heard nothing. He ran upstairs, nearly knocking Sam over as Sam started to call Bobby's many cellular devices. Dean ran into Bobby's room to behold a terrible sight. Dean couldn't even think. He immediately picked Bobby up, ignoring the puddle of blood that surrounded him.

"Sammy!" Dean cried out. Sam raced upstairs to the distressed tone in Dean's voice. Dean was cradling Bobby trying to find where the source of the blood started. Quickly he saw large gashes on Bobby's wrists. With Bobby up against Dean's body, Dean quickly grabbed the bed sheet he was by and tried to fashion a bandage out of it, wrapping Bobby's wrists with the bandage to stop any further blood from escaping.

"Sam, he's not breathing." Dean looked panicked, tears rolling down his eyes unnoticed. Sam was already on the phone with 911. Not even ten minutes later they hear the ambulance in the front yard. Sam races off to show them the way. Castiel is already flagging them down as Sam went outside.

To everything before the ambulance ride, it was all a blur. They picked Bobby up from Dean's arms and put him on the stretcher. Dean followed. They didn't even need to ask who'd be riding in the ambulance, because Dean was already in it. They tried to get Bobby's heart beating. Nothing worked.

An assistant, without any care asked the fellow nurse if they should just call it 'DOA'. Dean grabbed the assistant by the collar and said in a grunt "the only thing that will be dead on arrival is you if you don't try every God damned thing to keep his ticker ticking."

They continued to use CPR, suddenly a faint heart beat was detected. "Bobby?" Dean asked, hopefully.