The next morning, Sam buried Dean somewhere. I did not go because I didn't want to watch Sam digging up Dean's grave and then having to put his cold body in it. Plus, I was still angry at Sam.

Bobby tried to convince me to go, but I was very stubborn and stayed in my bed, curled up underneath the blanket. I never spoke to Sam again because the following day, Sam took off in the Impala without any goodbyes to Bobby.

Bobby was freaking out and tried to find Sam but couldn't. As the days went by, all I did was grieved and sleep in my bed every day… I just couldn't bring myself to get out of my bed.

The worst part was that Bobby has started to drink whiskey and he continually drank every day in that chair and watch TV. Bobby did try to help me, but he stopped because he knew that I was very depressed and wanted to be alone all the time.


May 23, 2008.

Two weeks later, one day I just snap out of the depression and got out of my bed for the first time. I looked out of the window and it was a beautiful day.

I changed into my clothes and went downstairs. Bobby has fallen asleep in front of the TV with a glass of whiskey in his hand. I turned the TV off and then slowly took the glass of whiskey out of his hand, which didn't wake him up. I frowned because it was unusual for him not to wake up. Bobby is usually pretty alert even when he was drunk. I touched his skin and it was cold.

I shook his shoulder. "Bobby?"

He didn't respond to me. "Bobby….Bobby… Bobby! Wake up… hey!" I patted his cheek and no response yet. I started to panic and checked his carotid pulse. It was very low.

"Oh my god, Bobby! Damn it!" I ran into the kitchen and grabbed his phone. I dialed 911 and got the ambulance coming to his house. I ran back to him and grabbed the blanket near him, throwing it on him to keep him warm.

"Bobby, please wake up!" I shook him once more and nothing from him.

I grunt as I pull him down to the floor and put him into the recovery position just in case he needs to throw up and put the blanket back on him again.

I held his hand until the paramedics came inside.

"What happened, ma'am?" One of them asked as they look after Bobby and was preparing to lift him into the gurney.

"He has been drinking a lot lately and I think it's alcohol poisoning because he didn't respond to me when I tried to wake him up."

He nodded and they lifted Bobby onto the gurney. "Are you his family?" He asked again as I rush with them to the ambulance. "Yes, I'm his niece."

They put him in the ambulance first then let me go inside to be with him.

As we arrived at the hospital, they rushed Bobby into the emergency room and I had to stay in the waiting room since I wasn't allowed in the emergency room.

While I waited for the news from Bobby's doctor, I made a phone call to Sam's cell and left him a voicemail about Bobby's condition. Maybe Sam will respond…If he cares.

It took a while, but his doctor finally came in and sat down next to me. "Miss Singer, your uncle is okay now. We gave him an IV and pumped his stomach and he is now conscious."

I let out a relieved sigh. "Thank god."

"Now, how long has your Uncle has been drinking?"

"Um… we're going through a tough time. His adopted son passed away about two weeks ago and his other adopted son just took off one day. And I haven't really paid attention to his drinking because I was dealing with my grief and I pretty much slept every day. But I knew he was drinking, but I didn't realize that his drinking has gotten bad until now. About two weeks now."

He nodded. "You need to talk to your uncle because he's very lucky that you found him like that… if you hadn't been home, he would have died or slip into a coma."

I grab my neck in shock and nodded. "I know…. Thank you so much for taking care of him and I'll make sure that he won't do it again."

He smiled and shook my hand.

I visited Bobby in his private room and he looks so grumpy that I couldn't help but smile gently at him.

"What's so funny? I'm in a hospital for god's sake."

I rolled my eyes at him and sat down in a chair near him, grabbing his hand. "First of all, I don't think it's funny and second of all, you should be thankful that I saved your life by calling 911. I spoke to the doctor and he said that you were lucky that I was there because you could have died or slip into a coma…."

Bobby softened up and looks guilty. "Gee, I'm sorry, Emma….I shouldn't have done it. I just drank… that's all I did… drinking helped me to not feel anything at all. I can't find Sam and Dean's in the ground and….I couldn't help you."

I squeezed his hand. "Bobby, don't put this on yourself…we all have different ways to deal with grief. Me? I just sleep when I'm depressed. I don't eat or drink. You drink and Sam….god knows what he does. I'm just thankful that I got you there in time because…I don't think I can lose you…I would seriously have a nervous breakdown."

He caresses my cheek. "I know, baby girl. I'm sorry again."

I nod and give him a quick kiss on his cheek. "You're staying overnight so they can make sure that everything looks good. I'm going back to your house and try to clean it up. It's very messy."

"As long as you don't touch my books, that's fine."

I let out a soft chuckle and nodded. "Sure, Bobby. See you tomorrow."


Bobby's house.

I cleaned every room in the house except his library, since that's where his books are. As I was throwing out empty whiskey bottles into the trash can, I paused for a second because I just felt sick to my stomach.

I took a couple of breaths to fight the nausea, but it didn't help so I ran to the nearest bathroom and threw up into the toilet. As I finished, I wash my face and look into the mirror.

As I stare into the mirror, I realized something that I hadn't thought about in weeks. My missing period. Shit...I haven't had my period since...before Dean died.

"No..." I moaned into my hands, realizing that I could be possibly pregnant this time.

I quickly fixed my hair up into a bun, then grabbed my bag and went off to the store to get some pregnancy tests.

As I get back to the house, I quickly took a water bottle out of the fridge, then went to the bathroom and drank it so I could go pee on a pregnancy test.

I took two pregnancy tests and gave these a sample of my urine.

I waited for about five minutes until the results were ready. I let out a nervous sigh and took a look at them. They're positive.

I sat down on the toilet in shock.

"Oh my god…." I say out loud to no one in the room. What the hell am I going to do now? I'm not even ready! I put my head down against my palms and close my eyes to process this in my mind.

The phone rang, startling me. I walked to the kitchen and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Ms. Singer, this is your uncle's doctor."

"Oh hi, is Uncle Bobby okay?" I asked, leaning against the wall.

"He's fine,but he's insisting that he wants to be discharged and go home today instead of tomorrow."

I roll my eyes and sigh heavily. "Can't you...persuade him to stay tonight?"

"Ms. Singer, he has been cussing and rude to the nurses who has been attending to him today. I think it would be better for all of us if we discharge him today instead of having to listen to him complaining and whining...he just doesn't want to be here."

"Fine...I'll come to pick him up and I apologize for his behavior... I'll make sure that he doesn't do it again in case for the future. Thanks. Bye."

I hung up and let out a groan at his behavior. Seriously...can't he just take a freaking day off?

I was able to pick up Bobby and apologized to everyone who took care of him and took Bobby home. I was very mad at Bobby and we had an argument. Let's just say that we stopped talking to each other today.


As I got the dinner on the table, Bobby came to the table and we ate in silence.

"Emma...I'm sorry."

I looked up from my plate to him. I gave him a small smile. "It's okay. I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just got annoyed, I guess when I received a phone call. I thought that you would like a nice break from here and flirt with the nurses, but I guess I was wrong."

Bobby was squirming around in his chair, looking guilty. "Actually, I was enjoying my rest over there until..."

"Until what, Bobby?" I ask, waiting for his answer since he took a quite moment to tell me.

"Sam came to visit me."

I was taken back by his news. "What? He came? But I didn't see him when I came to pick you up."

Bobby nods and drank his water before explaining more to me.

"That is because Sam and I had a fight then he left. I was so angry at him for leaving us without saying a word and not letting us know if he was okay. I asked where he has been and he wouldn't tell me. Just that he has been looking for a way to get Dean back."

"Bobby, he didn't do anything stupid, did he?"

"No, thank god. But I don't know if we'll ever see him again."

I look at him sadly. "I'm sorry, Bobby. I know he's like a son to you…. God, I just want to kill him now."

"Get in a line, girl because he's on my list too."

I let out a chuckle. "I got you to smile now, Emma. It's been a long time since I saw that smile."

I nodded, pushing the plate away. "You will see me smiling a lot from now on, Bobby."

He cocks his head at me, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I'm pregnant."


He looks so stunned and speechless too. It took him a minute to say something.

"Balls…are you sure?"

I let out a chuckle, nodding my head. "Yes, I'm sure. I took two pregnancy tests and they both came out positive."

"Wow…. That's a great news that we ever had since…. You know."

"Yeah. I'm terrified though. Dean's gone and the baby is never going to get to know him…."

Bobby stood up and walked around the table, sitting down next to me. He grabs my hands and squeezed them. "I'm here for you, Emma and I will make sure that you and the baby are going to be protected. I can see that this child is going to be wonderful and kind like you and I hope that it won't take Dean's annoying traits…"

I let out a laugh. "Me too, but it's part of Dean and if it has Dean's annoying traits as you said, we'll have to learn how to live with it."

Bobby rolls his eyes, shaking his head at me as I giggled. "God forbids, but we'll deal with it when the time comes. Now come on, girl, give me a hug. This is a wonderful news."

I giggle as I hugged him.

Maybe this will be a wonderful time for me and Bobby. I can't wait to meet this baby!


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