"Dean," Sam stated with surprise and relief.
A relieved smile made its way to my face. Thank God he wasn't totally gone. He's been around here in the hospital. My stomach suddenly dropped. He was here, in the room, while I basically poured my heart out to his comatose body. Oh boy, did I feel the idiot at the moment. I took a big gulp and tried to swallow my pride at the moment. We had to figure out to get Dean back into his body. That came first right now.
"A reaper," Sam stated after reading the spelled out word from Dean.
"Oh shit," I muttered. A reaper only meant one thing: Death.
"We will find a way to get you out of this, Dean," I said as I looked up. I knew I couldn't see him, but I knew he could see me.
"I promise,"
I walked around the halls, trying to figure out to beat death, if that was even possible. I just shook my head. I was beyond crazy. Who the hell could beat Death? I slowly slumped against the wall and raised my knees to my chest. I gently placed my head on my knees. The throbbing in my head was still there. It definitely was a headache from hell that wouldn't go away. I pulled out the pill bottle the nurse gave me and popped a couple in my mouth, hoping that relief was on its way. I felt defeated and useless. Dean always found a way to save me, and I couldn't figure out a way to help him. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the cold wall when I felt something on my hand. I opened my eyes and found nothing. A feathered graze brought my attention back to my hand. I let out a smile.
"Dean," I said slowly with uncertainty.
I felt a slight tickle on my palm.
Another smile was brought to my face. "You are just Swayze'n this up, aren't you?" I joked.
"Gabby," I looked up to find John in front of me. He held out his hand for me to take. I quickly grasped it as he helped me up.
"Hey John," I spoke lightly.
He gave a sympathizing look as he spoke "I need to talk with you."
I just nodded as I followed him into the empty room. He made his way to sit on the vacant hospital bed as he let out a defeated sigh.
"John, what's wrong?" I asked with concern.
The older hunter looked up at me with tears in his eyes. He looked shattered. "John?" I continued to question.
"I'm going to need you to take care of my boys," he told me as he looked me straight in the eyes. I furrowed my brows in extreme confusion.
"John, you're scaring me," I said while my insides start turning. My body started to feel numb as he kept on talking.
He walked up to me and wrapped his bear-like arms around me as he rested his chin on my head. The man reminded me so much of Dean. "I'm so sorry that I kept you in the dark all these years. Everything I did was because I loved you like a daughter. Remember that," he muttered into my hair. I started to feel teardrops fall upon my shoulders as I broke the embrace. As I pulled back, John ran his big hands through my hair. "You remind me so much of Mary."
"John, what is going on?" I whimpered with tears making their way into my eyes. I've never seen John like this; broken, wrecked, almost destroyed. And it scared the hell out of me.
"Whatever happens I need to you to always stay with Sam and Dean. You three need each other more than you know," John looked like he wanted to say something else. "You've always been the median with them."
I was about to say something when Sam bursted into the room in a panic.
"Deans awake!" He said quickly as John urgently made his way to follow Sam. My heart started beating extra quickly as I made my way to Dean's room. My heart about busted out of my chest when I saw him sitting there talking to his Father and Sam. His eyes turned to find mine as his eyes lit up.
"Hey Blondie," he stated with a weak smile. I laughed and ran over to his bed and threw my arms around him as he fell back onto the bed.
"Miss me?" He asked sarcastically. I just laughed into his shoulder as my fingers entangled themselves into his hair.
"Don't you ever do that to me again" I mumbled into his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around me. Nothing could compare to the feeling of being enveloped in Dean's arms. To me, it was the only place I've ever felt safe.
About a half hour later Sam and John went out to grab a coffee, leaving Dean and I alone in the room. My heart started to race as I began to ask him the big question.
"So you don't remember anything?" I asked hesitantly while biting my lip. To say I was nervous would be an understatement.
Dean just shook his head, "Not a thing." I thought that statement would have put me to ease. But it didn't. There was some part of me that hoped he remembered what I had confessed to him. There was some part of me that ached for him to know that I loved him uncontrollably, unconditionally, and irrevocably.
"So you said I beat a reaper," Dean asked as he looked at me.
I laughed as I ran a hand through my messy hair. I must have looked like a walking zombie. "Yeah, leave it to you to do that."
Dean smirked and then looked at me, "I mean those sons of bitches are unbeatable."
I nodded my head in agreement, "It must have been a miracle...or" My eyes widened as my heart stopped. It finally dawned on me. Oh God John, please you didn't.
I quickly stood up as Dean looked at me in confusion. "Or what?" Dean asked with panic. I didn't answer him as I rapidly ran out of the room to find John.
"Doctor! Help!" I heard Sam's voice yelling from another room. I hustled into the vacant room to find Sam standing over John's dead body. I painfully let out a whimper as I collapsed to my knees to pull Sam away from his father so the doctors could get in.
"No, no," Sam continued to yell as a swarm of doctors made their way around John. I kept my arms around Sam, who trying frantically to get back to his father.
Tears rained down my face as I watched my surrogate father fade into darkness.
Mr. John," a six year-old Gabby called out as soon as she arrived in the garage.
The brunette hunter wheeled himself out from under the 67' Chevy Impala to look at the blonde pig-tailed girl.
"Yes, sweetie," he answered back with a kind smile. Over the years, the little girl had become a daughter to him.
The little girl looked at him sadly. He saw tears glisten her eyes. "What's wrong Gabby?" he asked softly.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" Gabby asked as she looked up to the big hunter.
John let out a smile and kissed her forehead. "I think you're beautiful, Gabriella," he stated as looked at her.
She looked at him and huffed. "Then how come no one asked me to be their Valentine at school today?" She whimpered as she crossed her arms over her chest. John laughed and sat his wrench on the tray next him. This girl was going to be a real heartbreaker when she grew up. He then pulled her on his lap as he spoke, "Boys your age are dumb. They don't know a good thing when it's right in front of them."
Gabriella just nodded and looked. She didn't look cheered up at all.
John continued, "Plus Valentine's Day isn't over just yet."
The little girl just continued to nod. "Now go wash up. Dinner should be about ready," the older man ordered.
Later that night Gabby walked into her room to find a surprise. There on her bed was a great big pink teddy bear and a box of chocolates. Her face lit up as she ran over to embrace the bear. She looked down at the card. It read:
To My Fair Princess Gabriella,
Be my Valentine
-John
Gabby's face lit up as she once again embraced the bear. She quickly ran down stair to find John on the chair watching TV. She swiftly jumped on the older hunter and threw her small arms around him. "I love you," she declared out into his shoulder.
"I love you too, sweetie," John said as he embraced the small delicate girl.
He would always love her.
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