Hey! Last chapter, I have to or this will go on forever.

I know that in the television show they don't know Bobby, but shh! I love Bobby. He has to be here! Let's just pretend they do…

I own nothing!!

When the elevator door opened, four things happened simultaneously. Sam exclaimed, "Bobby!" extremely glad to see him and unable to help himself. It's a breathy sound, barely

audible over the general hum of the ward.

The second, Bobby looks down. He has clearly heard Sam. Even for a hunter, his hearing is excellent. He starts to react, seeing Sam in front of him wrapped up in the wheelchair.

Sam mouths "SHUT UP. NO!." Bobby's mouth closes and for the briefest second he looks confused. He takes another look at Sam's face and seems to understand. He understands, at

that second, the best thing he can do is be quiet. He shifts slightly on his feet and folds his arms across his chest.

This whole exchange lasts less than ten seconds. Meg doesn't seem to notice, nor give any sign that she has noticed anything.

"Going in," Bobby asks Meg, keeping his face away from Sam's.

"Yes, please." She answers. Her high, girly voice grates on Sam. Sam doesn't mind being wheeled into the elevator. Just having Bobby at his side, knowing he was there was just enough.

He smiled to himself.

"Nice day," Meg smiled. Bobby nodded.

The elevator tinged and the doors began to close. Sam was already planning ahead. Once the doors were closed they would have her trapped. And then once they dealt with her they could find Dean, then their dad. It would all work out.

Then Meg reached over in front of him, pushed the button and the doors re opened. "Come on Sam," she whispered into his ear. "We'll find another way."

"Hey," Bobby roared, surging forward and pulling at her arms. Sam was able to turn his head in time to see Bobby thrown back against the furthest wall of the elevator.

"BOBBY!"

"Once second Sam," Meg reached down and gave him a kiss of the cheek. He squirmed, reached out and grabbed her wrist with his free hand.

"There's life in you yet," she smiled; pleased he was able to fight. Bobby, recovered, pulled himself up quickly, took his knife from his jean lining and charged forward.

Meg dealt with Sam first; she brought her hand up, wrapped her fingers around his neck and squeezed. She squeezed hard, long enough for him to loosen his grip. She took the sides of his wheelchair and threw him back, just in time to spin around and grab Bobby's hand, mid air.

Sam couldn't move. But he could still speak. He watched as Meg and Bobby struggled. He was dimly aware of someone screaming behind him.

He started to chant. In Latin. The spell to exorcise a demon. He spoke quickly and in a low voice.

Bobby lost the fight. He was thrown against the back wall of the elevator again with a flick of her hand. And this time he didn't back up.

"Bobby!" he shouted, interrupting himself mid chant.

He blinked and she was in front of him. She clamped a hand over his mouth. "Clever." She dug her fingernails into his cheek. Sam struggled, whipping his head back and trying to get out of her grip.

"You can't talk if you don't have a tongue."

She didn't lift her hand nor ease the pressure. Sam breathed quickly through his nose.

"Try that again and I'll slit your friends throat." Her eyes flashed. "Do you understand?"

Sam glared.

"Do you understand?!"

"Get the hell off of him!"

Meg was thrown off her feet.

"Dean." Sam looked around. There was no one, but he had heard his voice. Which would mean…

Oh God.

Sam sagged in the chair, unable to move.

His brother can't be dead, Sam tells himself.

Yet what he is seeing is telling him the opposite. Meg is being thrown around the room by an angry unseen force.

"Dean!!" He yells, unable to stop himself.

Meg looks up from the floor, brings a hand to her bleeding lip and to Sam in the chair. Her lips curl into a smile.

Dean Winchester woke up with a scream. He's lying on the ground; his head is propped on a pillow. His dad is there, leaning over him and asking him if he is okay. He can't answer. All he can think of is what just happened.

Sam in a wheelchair.

Sam being threatened.

Him as a ghost.

The bitch.

Fighting her.

The black smoke.

The screams.

Sam standing up from the wheelchair, his eyes black and grinning.

They were in trouble.

The end