I know that I haven't updated this story in quite a while. I am sorry, my muse took off and left me hanging. I hope you guys enjoy this
"Dad?" Dean spoke breaking the silence.
"Dean? What the hell happened? What did you do?" John asked his eyes becoming clearer.
How…? Dean asked internally.
It was Abby who replied "John when you hit the tree you ruptured your spleen as well as breaking your spine in two places severing the spinal cord. With Dean's help I repaired the damage."
A thousand questions ran thru John's mind. The most important being how could she fix a severed spinal cord? John tried to sit up but with a hand Abby restrained him. "You lost a lot of blood. You need to stay still."
God I hope Bobby and Sam get here soon. Again Dean wasn't sure if this had been his thought or Abby's.
Abby reached out with a tiny sliver of power pushing John into sleep. Dean knew it was for the best, his dad was never one to lie around even if he had just come back from the brink of death.
"The others are coming. I will take my leave now." Herne stated softly. "Abigail, you and Dean have done a remarkable thing here tonight, never forget that."
Abby and Dean could feel the air crackle with power as Herne vanished. Wow, that's impressive Dean thought. Abby chuckled in his head, you haven't seen anything yet, you should see him at Beltane, he literally wakes the earth now that's impressive. Dean chuckled at the Abby's awed tone. He wondered what it would be like to have more family than just Dad and Sam.
Sam and Bobby struggled thru the clearing carrying a make shift stretcher between them. Dean watched them reluctant to leave Abby. He was afraid that if he wasn't touching her…
Dean you can help them as long as we keep the connection open and stay close together it should be fine Abby supplied.
Bobby saw Abby and Dean at the far side of the clearing kneeling together over John. They were so close that at first he thought they were one person. Dean seemed awkward as he came toward them. Something didn't seem right it was as if Dean didn't fit into own skin.
"Dean, son, are you alright?" Bobby asked taking note of a strange light in Dean's eyes.
"Yeah, Bobby I'm OK?" Dean said hoarsely. It felt strange to use his voice. So much harder to express what he needed to say. "Um, Abby said dad is going to be alright." How did he explain that he had followed Abby into John's body and watched his spine knit itself back together? How did you tell them that Abby was with him still?
Don't, once we get back to Bobby's we can let go. We can explain it after. Right now I think it would freak them out too much. Abby told him. Silently he agreed.
Bobby saw Dean space out for a second and wondered again what had happened to the boy. The boy didn't seem inclined to talk and there was John to attend to so Bobby decided to let it go for the moment. He knew he'd get answers sooner or later even if he had to beat it out of Dean. To Bobby it looked like Abby had been thru the ringer. Her face was chalky with dark purple circles under red eyes. She kept rubbing her arms like they hurt.
"Abby?" Bobby asked.
"I'll be fine. This has just been a rough night." She said.
Bobby noted how her eyes never left Dean even as the loaded John onto the stretcher. It wasn't lost on him either the way Dean stood a little too close to Abby.
Abby's body ached. It wasn't the ache that comes from lack of sleep, nor from too much exercise. It ached because Dean wasn't holding her anymore it felt as though part of her was missing. She knew Dean ached the same way it was all he could do not to close that small space between them and wrap her in his arms. After what felt like a lifetime they emerged from the forest back to the parking lot.
"Leave the mustang here I'll pick it up in the morning the impala has a large rear seat." Bobby supplied practically as they angled the stretcher across the lot. "Dean, why don't you take Sam back in the truck? I'll stay with Abby and John."
"No offence Bobby but I'll stay with dad if you don't mind." Dean replied in a tone that booked no argument. Inwardly he was terrified of being that far away from Abby. She needed him he reasoned, deep inside he knew he needed her too now.
Abby saw Bobby's hackles rise. Before he could voice an objection she spoke up. "Bobby I think it would be best if Dean is with me. He and John have the same blood type. Once we get back to the house I'm going to need to transfuse John and I don't know how long it will take him to get back in your old truck even with the way he drives.
John started to wake as they loaded him into the back of the car. Dean felt the tug on the thing that connected them as Abby forced John back to sleep. She climbed into the back of the car, behind Dean, cradling John's head on her lap. She kept a small line of power open to monitor his vitals as they drove.
As they pulled out of the parking lot Abby rested her hand on the back of Dean's neck. The ache receded a little not enough, she thought, nowhere near enough he thought. She could almost see the road thru Dean's eyes as they drove. It was his hands that gripped the wheel but it could have been hers. It was becoming unclear again whose thoughts were whose.
Can we fix this? How? Can we sever the connection? Do we want to? The thought of being alone inside their minds was strangely terrifying. Not being able to know him/her in this way. They tried not to think about it. We just need to get home. We'll figure it out there.
Dean switched on the radio needing the music to keep from thinking. He could feel his dad's heartbeat thru Abby's hand, it was rapid but Abby wasn't concerned so Dean tried to follow suit. Dean hummed along to the radio under his breath as he tried to calm himself. In her head Abby could hear Dean singing and found herself singing along with him. Their voices blended in a harmony that both comforted and scared them.
