Chapter 11

Abby lay in the hospital bad with her eyes closed. The doctor had removed the tube from her throat and the wires on her chest; she unfortunately still had the IV in her left hand. She had been having trouble sleeping so they had just given her a pill, to help her sleep, ten minutes ago.

Abby had her head facing the window of the room so when she heard the footstep she had to turn her head in order to see who had come in and saw her cousins.

"Hey Abby" Sam said as he walked up to the side of her bed.

"Hey Sam" she looked over to Dean "Hey, Dean, are you afraid of me or do you not love me?" her words came out softly, like a loud whisper.

"What?" Dean asked a little confused by the question.

"Well you are standing over there and not over here so I just thought I'd ask to make sure everything was alright."

Dean walked over to the bed and stood next to Sam "There is that better."

"Much." She said closing her eyes.

"How are you feeling?" Sam asked

"About what the death of my parents or do you mean how am I feeling physical?" Abby asked in reply to his question, opening her eyes again.

Dean and Sam stood there in silence; they had not expected her to reply like that.

Dean was the one to break the silence of the room "I'm sorry!" Dean whispered

"Did you kill him?"

"Yes, of course I did."

"Good, then you kept your promise you have nothing to be sorry for."

Silence fell upon the room again.

"How are you feeling physically?" Sam asked to break the silence that had filled the room again.

"Tired" Abby replied closing her eyes once again.

"You rest then." He said. He bent down and kissed her on her forehead. Sam moved away from the bed, letting Dean take his place at the head of the bed.

"Yeah, Abby get some rest." Dean said bending down like his brother and kissed her on the forehead "We'll be back when you are more awake"

"Ok" Abby said in a very soft whisper, so soft that the brothers barely heard what she had said. She drifted off to sleep as the brothers left the room.

Not wanting to be too far from Abby, Sam walked with his brother to the hospital cafeteria. They found a table and sat in silence.

"Dean I will be right back. I have to get some fresh air."

"Whatever"

Sam got up and walked out of the door. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number, then placed the phone to his ear. The ringing was heard and after a few rings the phone went to the voicemail that Sam had heard whenever he called the man he called his father. After the beep Sam began to leave his message.

"Dad…it's Sam…um…I just thought I should call and tell you…that…um…Uncle Jonah and Aunt Riley they…they died dad. Abby is okay…she is in the hospital but she'll live. I just wanted to let you know about your brother. The funeral is on Thursday, just so you know. You can come if you please. Well I guess that's it. Bye dad."

Sam hung up the phone and walked back to Dean.

"You know, Sam, hospital food sucks." Dean said as Sam walked up. He was eating something that Sam thought was suppose to be meat loaf.

Sam gave him a smile.

"You called dad didn't you?"

"Yeah" Sam answered "Got his voicemail, left him a message."

The brothers just continued in their mode of silence.

John sat at his laptop searching for something online when he heard his cell phone ring. He let it ring he didn't want to answer it. A few minutes later he heard his phone beep signaling that he had a message on his phone.

John gave up his search for a little while needing a break. He got up grab his cell phone and listened to the message on his cell. When the message began he heard the voice of his youngest son. His voice sounded sad and tired.

When the message was done John turned off his cell phone and sat on the bed of his hotel room. He had heard about the fire that killed his brother and sister-in-law. He didn't want to believe it then because well Jonah was his baby brother. How could his little brother die before he did? Now that he had heard his son say it in a sad and broken voice it became very real to him that his brother was indeed died.

John soon got of the bed and began packing. He was going to leave his hunting job for now in order to say good-bye to his brother.

On Wednesday the doctor released Abby. Sam and Dean walked into the room to see that Abby was sitting in the bed reading a book. She was wearing one of the new outfits that her friends had brought her. The rest were nicely packed in a small suit case next to the bed.

Abby had her waist length brown hair tied in a French bride at the back of her head. Next to her there was a small bag filled with small bears that friends had brought her. "Hey guys." Abby said looking up from her book and closing it when she heard the brothers walk in.

"Hey Abby you ready to go?" Dean asked as he picked up the suit case.

"I've been ready since they brought me in here." Abby replied.

Sam grabbed the small bag of bears and said with a smile "Well then let's go."

The trio of Winchesters walked out of the room and the hospital into the sunshine that filled the three with happiness which none of them could explain. They enjoyed the happiness for now, for tomorrow was going to be a sad, sad day.