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Chapter 11: Loss of a Mentor
A gun shot sounds all over the house. Sam and Dean look at each other. They were about to get up when Jo sits them back down on the bed.
"What are you doing?" Jo whispered.
"BRING THOSE BASTARDS DOWN HERE," Jonah yelled. "NOW!"
Sam gripped Dean's shirt. Jo walked over towards the door.
"Stay here," Jo said walking out of the room.
Dean looked over at Sam. He knew him calming him down before was gone. Sam was scared again. Dean stood up. Sam right behind him holding on tight to his shirt. He knew he didn't want to risk Sam getting hurt. Dean knew he would have to go alone, so he grabbed Sam's hand and pried it off of his shirt.
"No!" Sam cried. "What are you doing?" Sam trying his best to hold on to Dean's shirt.
"Sammy, no," Dean said calmly. "I want you to stay here." Dean gets Sam's hand loose and he cups Sam's face. "I want you to stay here."
"But D'n..."
"No matter what," Dean said lowering his forehead on to Sam's. "Stay here."
Sam began to calm down again. Dean stood up and before he removed his hands from Sam, he pulled out Sam's hearing aids.
Dean walked over to the door, then looked back at Sam.
Stay. No matter what.
Sam nods. Dean walks out of the door.
"Where are they?!" Jonah yells.
Jo just looks at her mom. Tears streaming down her face. Christine has Bobby in her arms. Whatever calming feelings she had a moment ago was gone. She was pressing the dish towel right under Bobby's collarbone.
"Oh my God!" Jo cried out.
She looked over at Jonah, who had his gun on Christine and Bobby. Jonah was sitting on the floor. His vision was still swimming from the hit on the head.
"Alright," Jonah said. "I didn't want to do this like this." Jonah got his self up from the floor and walked over to Jo. He grabbed her arm and made her face him.
"Where. Are. The. Bastards?" Jonah enunciated every word.
Jo didn't say anything. Jonah was losing his patience so he turned her around so that they could head upstairs. When they turned around, there was Dean standing at the bottom of the stairs.
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Sam's POV
Sam sat there on the bed for a minute and couldn't take it anymore. He had to be with his brother. He hated it that Dean took his hearing aids so he couldn't hear what was happening. He walked over to the door and opened it. He looked out and didn't see Dean so he walked out and slowly walked over towards the stairs. When he got to the top of the stairs, he could see Dean standing at the bottom of the stairs with his hands up.
Slowly Sam walked down the stairs. The closer he got to Dean, the more anxious he became.
Dean's POV
Dean watches at Jonah walks over towards the stairs with a gun on Jo.
"Where is the other one?" Jonah asks Dean.
Dean doesn't say anything. He just looks at him.
"Ahh," Jonah said looking up the stairs. "There he is."
Dean put his head down. He had told his brother to stay in the room, but Sam being Sammy he just couldn't stay far away from Dean. Dean shook his head and then looked up the stairs to see Sam walking down towards him. Dean looked at him his brow creased and his lips pursed. I thought I told you to stay in the room. Sam looked at Dean with his patented puppy-dog eyes. I had to find you. Dean shook his head and held out his hand for his brother. When Sam got close enough, Dean grabbed his wrist and guided Sam behind him and Sam grabbed the back of his shirt.
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Jonah watched the boys move towards one another and then ushered them with Jo still in his arms to the kitchen. When they all got in the doorway, Sam and Dean stopped in their tracks. What they saw, they couldn't believe. Bobby had been shot. He was unconscious in Christine's arms. Sam let go of Dean's shirt and walked over to Bobby. He was shaking from head to toe. Dean was frozen where he stood. Neither boy have ever seen Bobby in this state before. Bobby doesn't get hurt. Bobby doesn't bleed. In the boys minds, Bobby is invincible. Dad gets hurt. Dad gets shot. Not Bobby.
Jonah and Jo walk in the kitchen just when Sam turns with his back to Bobby and Christine. A mask of rage slips over Sam's youthful features. There was a strange energy in the room. Sam just stares at Jonah. Jonah's grip on Jo loosen on her arm. Once she gets leeway she pulls her arm from him and walks over to the counter and put her hearing aids back in. that's when she hears it. There was a low guttural sound coming from Sam. She tries to walk over to Sam but there is something around him that is keeping her from him. This energy that is around him made it hard for Jo to get close to Sam. She walked over towards Dean, who was still standing by the door staring at an unconscious Bobby. Jo cupped Dean's face trying to get his attention, calling his name over and over, but he didn't move nor acknowledged her.
Jonah was beginning to shake. He didn't know what was happening to him. He had his gun pointed at Sam but he didn't have control of his limbs. He couldn't move from the spot he was in but he could feel himself shaking. Jonah started moaning.
"Oh my God!" Christine barely gasped out.
Jo looked over at her mom. She was still holding Bobby on the floor but was looking at Jonah. Jo looked over at Jonah. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. There was blood everywhere. He was bleeding from every orifice from his body. His eyes. His nose. His mouth. He was choking on his own blood.
Jo let go of Dean and walked towards Sam but not too close. She looked at Sam and saw that he was bleeding from his nose.
"Oh, dear God!" Jo gasped.
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Michael was sitting at his desk, when he felt a surge of energy around his office. He put the pin down and stood up and walked over towards the window.
"Sammy," Michael said. "Is that you?"
Michael blinked his eyes and they turned yellow and then back to their natural brown. There was a knock on the door. Michael walked back towards the desk and sat down.
"Come," Michael said.
The door opened and Derrick walked in with Dorothy by his side.
"Well, if it isn't my long lost wife," Michael said.
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Dean just couldn't believe what he was seeing. There is never anything wrong with Bobby. He's always been the one that fixed them up when they were sick or hurt. Dean couldn't think. It was like the only thing he could see was Bobby. He felt some hands on him, but just didn't register it. The hands were shaking his head a little and trying to move it. All Dean knew he wouldn't take his eyes off of Bobby. Then, something sounded like it was far off. It sounded like his name. Slowly and slowly it got louder and louder. Dean, Dean, come on sweetie. You have to stop your brother. Sam needs you. Come back to me.
The voice grew louder and louder, as though someone was turning up the volume on a radio. Dean started to come back. He started to see other things besides Bobby. He loosened a little and turned and was looking at Jo.
"Come back to me baby," Jo said, trying to not panic. "Sammy needs you. Dean."
"Ms. Jo," Dean slurred.
"Dean," Jo had panic in her voice. "You've got to get to your brother."
Slowly Dean's head began to clear. He could see and hear what was going on around him.
"Dean," Jo yelled. "Get your brother."
Dean looked at Jo and then over at Sam. He was standing in the middle of the kitchen shaking. Dean slowly moved his hands up and pulled away from Jo. Slowly, he moved over towards Sam.
"S'my," Dean slurred out. He walked closer to Sam.
Dean got closer to Sam than Jo could. She watched from the side. Dean walked over to Sam. Dean stood in front of him. He pulled one of his sleeves over his hand and pinched Sam's bleeding nose, while he cupped Sam's face with his other hand. Sam made no notice that Dean was standing in front of him. Dean lowered his head so that their foreheads were touching. Dean could feel the anger radiating from Sam in waves, like heat. He knew he had to calm Sam down. Jonah collapsed on the floor, clearly dead. No one could have survived losing that much blood.
Jo and Christine looked at each other and then they looked at the boys standing in the middle of the room. Dean still had his sleeved hand on Sam's bloody nose. Sam moved his head back and looked up at Dean. Dean could see the tears in Sam's eyes. He moved his other hand to Sam's neck and gave him a reassuring squeeze. Sam put his head down on Dean's chest and cried.
"It's okay, Sammy." Dean soothed out. "It's okay."
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"Come," Michael said to Dorothy. "Have a seat. I've been waiting for you."
Dorothy stood there for a minute. Derrick grabbed her arm and shoved her towards the desk. Her legs began to work and she walked over towards the desk. Michael sat down behind the desk. Dorothy sat across from him.
"So,"Michael started. "How long has it been? You look well."
"What do you want, Michael," Dorothy asked. "Why am I here?"
"You are taking care of two boys. I need to know what you found out about them."
"What are you talking about? Found what about them," Dorothy utterly confused. "Michael, what are you talking about."
"Sam and Dean Winchester," Michael said.
"What about them?"
"Where are they?"
Dorothy looked at her now ex-husband in confusion. 'Where are they?' she thought. He knew perfectly well where those boys were.
"What are you trying to pull?" Dorothy stated. "You know where they are, or you wouldn't have brought me here. What is it you truly want?"
"Alright," Michael nodded. "Alright, Dorothy. I know you did a biopsy on both tumours that you found in both boys. I want to know what you found out."
"How did you know about the tumors?" Dorothy wondered. "You didn't. My anesthesiologist. That's how you knew."
"Yes, he worked for me, but I need to know what you found," Michael stated.
"Why do you care?"
"Let's just say that they are an invested interest. I can't let nothing happen to them. I really need them alive. And the only way to insure that is to know what we are up against.
"I don't know where you getting at." Dorothy said. "And you know I don't discuss my patients even with you."
"Well, I think you're going to change your mind about that."
"How so," she said looking skeptical.
"Samuel Winchester is my son," Michael said.
Dorothy's jaw slacked.
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At the hospital, Christine, Jo, Sam and Dean are all in the family waiting room while Bobby is in surgery. Jo was sitting next to her mother. Sam and Dean sat in one corner of the room, clearly still in shock. Jo kept an eye on them, but didn't go over towards them.
"Sweetie," Christine said. "We need to talk."
"Not now, momma."
"No?" Christine pulled her leg up so that she was sitting sideways in the chair and facing her daughter. "We need to talk now." Jo put her head down. "What was that back there?"
"What are you talking about," Jo avoiding her mom's glare looking over at the boys in the corner.
"You know, damn well what I'm talking about. 'Your babies.' Sweetie, you can't do this to yourself," Christine's voice full of concern. "I know what happened before..."
"Mom, stop," cutting her mom off. "This has nothing to do with that." For the first time Jo looks at her mom. Tears brimming in her eyes. "It just came out, okay? Can we please just drop it?"
"Fine," Christine said turning back around in her seat. "I just don't want to see you hurt like before. I know you mean well, and I love those boys too. But you are not their mother."
Jo looked over at her with hurt in her eyes. How could her mom bring back that? She never wanted to think about it any more. Of course she knew that Sam and Dean weren't hers but it didn't mean that she loved them any less. They pretty much had no one. And she was not going to let them be alone in the world. She looked back over at them. They have been through so much. She got up and walked over to Sam and Dean.
Dean was sitting in the far chair in the corner. Sam was standing in between Dean's knees. His back against Dean's chest and his head nestled in the crook of Dean's neck, asleep. Dean had his arms wrapped around Sam and his head down on Sam's shoulder with his eyes closed. Jo shook her head at the sight. She couldn't understand how Sam could be comfortable enough to fall asleep like that. It was amazing that Sam was still standing up. Jo stood in front of the boys and knelt down in front of them. She was about to move Dean's arms when a voice stopped her.
"Don't," Dean said opening his eyes looking at Jo. "Leave him."
"Dean," Jo soothed. "Wouldn't you both be more comfortable on the couch, or having Sam lay down? You know I could take him for a while. Give you a break."
Dean's tired eyes looked over Jo. His grip getting tighter around Sam. The only movement from Sam was that he nestled more into Dean's neck.
"We're fine," Dean had no heat in his voice. "I've got him. Thank you Ms. Jo." Dean closed his eyes again.
Jo couldn't help but smile a little. God, she loved these boys. She stood back up and cupped both boys heads and gently kissed them both; Dean on the forehead and Sam on the cheek. Jo walked back over to where she was sitting before and sat next to her mom. She looked over at her mom who was sitting there reading a magazine. Jo wrapped her arms around her mother's arm and put her head on her shoulder. Christine leaned her head over until it rested against Jo's. Christine held out her other hand. She had her thumb, pointer finger and pinky finger extended. Jo mirrored her mother's sign then they intertwined their fingers together.
"I love you so much, sweetie," Christine whispered and then she kissed her on top of her head.
It was about another hour and a half before the doctor came out and let them know Bobby's fate.
"He's in ICU," the doctor stated to the two ladies. Sam and Dean were still in the corner. Even though Dean was not over there he could still hear what the doctor was saying.
"We're going to keep an eye on him. The surgery went well. We were able to get the bullet out. But he has lost a good deal of blood. The next twenty-four hours will let us know how he's going to do."
"Can we see him?" Jo asked more for Sam and Dean than her.
"He's unconscious now," the doctor answered. "It just might be best if you go home. We'll call if there are any changes. And it looks like those two boys could get some rest." the doctor nodded towards Sam and Dean.
"Sounds fine," Christine interjected. Jo looked at her mom. "We're going to go home and let the boys get some rest."
Jo walked over to Sam and Dean.
"Dean, are you ready to go?" Jo asked. "I can take Sam." Dean looked up at her. "Just until we get to the truck."
Dean looked at her for a minute then down at his brother in his arms. Dean nodded and loosened his arms so that Jo could pick Sam up. She picked Sam up from Dean's arms with such gentleness and care so not to wake him up and also not to infuriate Dean. She didn't want to hurt Sam in any way. She wanted Dean to trust her and dropping Sam would not be a way in doing that.
Sam, completely limp in Jo's arms, stirred only a little bit when he changed hands. When his head was on Jo's shoulder he nestled again in the crook of her neck. With one hand cupping the back of his head and the other across his bottom, she couldn't help that her heart just melted when she felt him snug up against her. She knew this was something that only he did with his brother. And for her to feel this she knew that Sam was beginning to trust her.
They walked out of the hospital. Dean right behind Jo keeping an eye on Sam the whole time. When they got in the truck, as promised, Jo released Sam into Dean's arms. Dean sat Sam up in the chair next to him and fastened his seat belt and then fastened his own. Sam finally woke when he noticed he wasn't around anyone. He looked over at Dean but didn't say anything.
Once they got back to the house the boys went upstairs to their room. Jo and Christine went into the kitchen and looked at the body that was still on the floor. They looked at each other and then back to the body. In silence they both got to work moving the body and cleaning the house so that it would look like nothing happened. It took them the better part of the night to get it all finished. When they did, they both went into the living room and all but collapsed on the couch.
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Sam and Dean were in their beds. Sam sat up on his elbows and looked over at Dean. He didn't say anything because it looked like Dean was asleep and he didn't want to wake him.
Dean's eyes still closed. "What do you want, Sammy?"
"You're awake?" Sam asked. "I thought you were still sleep."
"I was until you woke me," Dean said sitting up looking at his brother.
"I didn't mean to."
"What do you want?"
"Dean, do you trust Ms. Jo?"
"Do you like her?" Dean, laying back down in the bed, retorted.
"Yeah," Sam answered smiling. "She's nice. She doesn't want to hurt us. And she protected us from that man."
"Okay," Dean said. "So what are you getting at?"
"I think we should tell her," Sam said.
Dean jumped up out of bed and sat at the end of his bed. "What?! No." Dean said. "I'm not putting you in that kind of risk. Bobby doesn't even know. What makes you think that she's any better."
"Yeah, I know," Sam said. "And Uncle Bobby is in the hospital because I didn't open my mouth." Sam laid back down on the bed. "I just thought that if we told her maybe she could protect herself. Her and Ms. Christine."
"Protect herself? Protection from who? You?"
"Yeah," Sam said sounding hurt at that realization.
Dean got up from his bed and walked the short distant to Sam's bed. Sam wouldn't make eye contact with his big brother.
"Sammy, look at me." Dean cupped his hand on Sam's cheek and turned his head so that Sam was looking at him. "You did not cause this. That man did. You did not hurt Uncle Bobby. That man did. You. Are. Not. The. Reason. This. Happened. You just finished it. This is not your fault."
Sam went and reached for his hearing aids and take them out of his ears, but Dean stopped him.
"Don't do that." Dean sternly said.
"I just don't want to hurt them," Sam sighed. "Or you."
Dean looked down at his brother. "Listen, little brother. Have you ever hurt me?" Sam shook his head. "Then why would you think that you would hurt me now?"
"I'm scared Dean."
"I know. But it will be fine. Just get some rest and hopefully Bobby is awake tomorrow and we can see him. Get some sleep."
"Okay." Sam said rolling over towards the wall.
Dean looked at his brother. He knew that Sam was scared of what he could do. Hell, Dean was scared as well, but he meant what he said. Sam would never hurt him. And Dean knew that he would never hurt Ms. Jo or Ms. Christine. Dean squeezed Sam shoulder before getting up from the bed.
The next day, after having breakfast and getting ready in silence, they all got back into the truck and headed back to the hospital. When they got there they found out that Bobby was indeed awake and out of ICU. Not being called that Bobby was awake and looking like he would pull through irritated Jo a little but it soon faded when the boys got sight of Bobby sitting up in the bed. They both ran over towards the bed and they both gave Bobby the biggest hugs. Usually Bobby wouldn't be one of showing open affection towards anyone. The boys knew this and were completely fine with it. But after what Bobby had found out about the tumours that they both had, Bobby's views on affection utterly changed. He shook his head at the thought of anyone purposely doing that to anyone much less their own sons.
They all talked and laughed. It was good to get Bobby's mind off of what he was thinking.
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Derrick was walking back to his car when his phone rang.
"Hello... Yeah, it's done... when it turns over...it's all under control...I totally understand...I'm on my way back...Yeah." Derrick hung up the phone, got in his car and drove off.
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Later that night, everyone was getting tired and visiting hours were almost ending.
"Alright, boys, it's getting that time," Christine said standing up and stretching her aching bones. "We need to get back to the house so that I can make your dinner."
Dean and Sam looked at each other.
"Hey," Bobby said. "Stop acting like you've never had a home cooked meal. Get going, ya idjits. I'll see you in the morning."
They both smiled at Bobby and got up and got their things so they could go. Christine and the boys walked out of the room after saying their goodbyes to Bobby. Jo was about to leave when Bobby stopped her.
"Hey, when you get a chance," Bobby said. "I need to tell you something."
"Oh okay," Jo said.
"Not now, when I get out of here."
Jo nodded and then followed everyone else out of the door. When Jo got to the door, she saw Sam and Dean waiting in the lobby.
"Hey," Jo said. Dean turned around. "Why are you waiting here?"
"Ms. Christine said to wait here, that she was going to bring the truck around."
"Oh okay," Jo walked out of the hospital Sam and Dean right behind her.
Jo could see her mom getting into the car. Christine looked back at them standing at the door and got in. Jo could hear the car starting to turn over when the unthinkable happened. The truck exploded.
It was a brilliant flash of light. The three standing at the door was knocked off their feet.
Everything was completely muffled. Jo sat up and looked around. She couldn't comprehend what she was seeing. There was dust and debris everywhere. It was like deja vu all over again. She looked to the her side because she remembered this time Sam and Dean were with her. When she looked at them. She saw that Dean was covering Sam with his body. He must have shielded Sam from the blast, Jo thought.
She shook Dean's shoulder. He moaned and slid off of Sam. Sam was still conscious, but tears were flowing from his eyes. Jo got up. She got both of their attention.
Stay here. I'll be back.
Both Dean and Sam nodded. Jo walked out but noticed that she couldn't get far. Her heart leapt into chest, because even though she didn't want to believe it, she knew that it was her mom's truck...
Jo collapsed on the ground. She didn't even realize that she was screaming or even crying for that matter. She had no idea that there were many people rushing around looking for loved ones. Doctors and nurses rushing out with gurney and wheelchairs getting the injured back into the hospital. Jo was in her own vacuum. She had no idea what was going on around her. She didn't even feel the hands on her lifting her off the ground, placing her in a wheelchair and pushing her back into the hospital. All she knew was that her mom was dead. Gone. Just like that. The tears just continued to flow down her eyes. She was all alone. Her mom was the last living family she had left and now she was gone. It's over. She leaned forward in the wheelchair and cried into her hands. Across the room, Sam and Dean both looked over at her. Sam unlinked Dean's hands and stepped away from him. Slowly Sam walked over to Jo. When he stood in front of her, he pushed back her shoulders so that she was sitting straight up. She looked at Sam in totally confusion wondering what on Earth was he doing. Sam climbed up into Jo's lap and sat across on it. Then he laid his head on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her neck. Fresh tears began to flow again at the action she has just witnessed. Jo wrapped her arms around Sam and hugged him back tightly. She needed that physical contact right now. Dean walked over towards them with his head down. Dean sat next to Jo and put his head on her arm while she held Sam.
That feeling of being alone quickly vanished. She knew that now she alone anymore. She knew she was going to miss her mom. Oh God, was she going to miss her mom. Her smile. Her laugh. Her warmth. Jo didn't have that anymore, but she did have two boys that she loved ever so much the same if not even more. She cried in Sam's hair. While she held him in her arms.
TBC
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