Harvelle Supernatural
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Chapter 45: Death's Door
The next few months were a struggle. Anytime I want to talk to the boys is when I have to wait for them to call me. Sam always kept his promise to call me once a week, but we have to continue to the irregular pattern. So in the meantime, I focused on my work.
In the late October, Jesse came for a visit. He was excited about Halloween and brought Jacob along. I bought them Halloween costumes and let them trick or treating. When we had time, I took them to a haunted maze that suited their age and had a Halloween marathon on my Netflix account. Of course Cheryl though Jesse was my cousin and enjoyed having him over as well as Jacob being his friend.
In November, during my birthday was spent with friends. Cheryl, Alfie, Derek, his girlfriend Nina, and others went to the club in Columbus that's known for rock music. It was fun, and I had a blast to spend it with my college mates. When we got home in the early morning, there would be a package from Idaho. As I opened it, there was a card from Bobby, Sam, and Dean the natural thoughtful and cheap gifts. Sam gift had me smiling; it was a charm to add to my necklace, nothing magical just shaped like an arrowhead. I waited for a call and thanked them all for the gifts.
"What are your plans for Thanksgiving?" I asked.
"Not sure, depends on where the road takes us," Dean answered.
"Still, we should have a nice Thanksgiving." I implied. "It has been forever."
"Well, how about you cook and we will find a temporary place nearby," Bobby suggested. "Bring Jesse along."
"Okay, text me your location." I said.
Soon Sam and I had our one on one talk. It was nice, especially after having our conversation in mid-October.
When Thanksgiving came, I cooked a feast and with Jesse helped we were at the location in a blink. Bobby would pick us up and drive to the site, an abandoned cabin in the woods. There were many hugs, and Dean praising Jesse growth spurt. I gave Sam a hug and a kiss before we set the table and ate our dinner. We tried giving thanks, though it was hard choosing our words. It was Jesse who started, "I'm thankful to have friends who watch out for me."
Christmas was once more spent with Jessie. We were in Australia celebrating with Tony, Sienna, and the other children. Especially seeing Bobby John growing so fast, as he was walking and close to talking. Sure it was not a white Christmas, yet I enjoyed spending time with Jesse and learning about the others children's progressed in Years was back in Columbus, with a surprise of Sam visiting. He had taken me out for dinner at a nice restaurant before returning to my apartment to find Dean and Bobby there. Luckily Cheryl was with her family celebrating the holidays. We watched the ball drop and drank the night away. For once in all the craziness we were happy. None of us cared about the Leviathans or other monsters. I watched all three men.
Sam, the man I love
Dean, the man I love as a brother.
And Bobby, the father figure to me.
Without Bobby, I don't think neither of us could handle the cruel world. He had done everything for me dearly when Ellen and Jo died many years ago. He supported me during my graduation, let me crashed at his place, lent his knowledge and wisdom. Without him, we probably never know what would become of us.
Walking over I gave Bobby a hug and a peck on the cheek, "Happy New Year, Dad."
"Awe shucks," He grumbled. "Same to you, Sky."
Little did I know that this would be the last time I saw him in person while he was happy.
By late January I was in my bedroom reading a book late in the night. The environment serene and relaxing. Until there was a surge of pain in my forehead where it felt like I was being shot. I cried out holding my held as the one spot burned and my brain swelled. My vision became blurred and agonizing. It was the same pain to that of Dean being attacked by hellhounds. Somebody was dead. My heart clenched not knowing for sure who was dying. Was it Sam...Dean...or Bobby?
It would be a few hours when Sam called. He was alive.
"Sam…" I cried.
Sam realized I felt it, "Skylar, it's Bobby...he got shot in the head by Dick Roman."
"How is he?" I asked.
"He's in surgery...I'm not sure," Sam said.
"Where are you guys?" I demanded while getting dressed and packing a few things.
"Hammonton, New Jersey," Sam said with the hospital's address.
I told him I'd be there as soon as possible. Packing a small back and emailing my boss about a family emergency. I took a plane to Philadelphia and rented a car to meet the boys a Hammonton Regional Hospital New Jersey. It would be early hours of the morning when I arrived seeing Sam and Dean in the waiting room.
"How is he?" I asked.
"He is stable," Sam answered. "Bullet is still in his brain.'
A doctor came over to us, "Are you Bobby Singer's nephew?"
"Yes," Dean answered.
We listen carefully to what the doctor had to say about Bobby's condition. The news was not good.
"So there's nothing else we can do?" Sam asked.
"I'm sorry. We just have to wait. We'll see if the swelling goes down. " The doctor said.
"How long?" Dean asked.
"It's hard to say in cases like this." The doctor explained.
"Well, he's lasted this long," Dean said. "That's something, right?"
"Well, yes." The doctor said with slight hesitation. "Listen - the bullet didn't shatter. Only one hemisphere of his brain was injured. These are all positive things. But … I don't want to give you false hope here. He's far from out of the woods. Most of the time, cases like this …"
"They die," Sam finished.
The doctor sighed, "Right now it comes down to him. I'll keep you updated. "
With that said, the doctor left to tend to his other patients. We stood there as sorrow engrossed the room from the possibilities of Bobby's death. It was hard to stay positive, yet from what the doctor said by the tone of his voice, his chances are slimmed.
"Excuse me," A gentleman wearing glasses wearing a beige suit approached us. We turned around facing him. "Sorry to interrupt. Is one of you Robert Singer's next of kin?"
I took a deep breath, "That would be me."
Before all hell broke loose, Bobby appointed me his emergency contact and medical choice operator if his life in on thin ice. As it goes for any insurance, he has an inheritance, since the Winchesters were legally considered dead by any documentation.
"May we speak in private?" he asked.
"No, you can talk in front of us," I said. I do not know if this man is a leviathan or not. I rather have one of the boys stand beside me. Sam excused himself to get some coffee while Dean and I walked with this gentleman in a more secluded hallway.
"We know this is a stressful time," the man said.
"Yeah, okay. No offense - can you skip the garnish." Dean said thinking this man was the bill collector. We know the bill will be expensive with Bobby having no medical insurance. Mr. Old fashion first aid training. "What, did his insurance lapse or what?"
"We will pay if it is," I assure the administrator.
The man cleared his throat, "We're sorry to ask, but, um, did your uncle ever make his wishes known i-in regards to organ donation?"
My mouth dropped. How dare he asked about organ donations when Bobby is still alive trapped in a coma.
"Organs are only viable for a very limited window -"
"Viable?" Dean said the same time as me.
"We're just hoping some good can come of this tragic -"
"He's not brain dead," I snapped. "He's in a coma!"
The administrator continues to apologize, yet he proceeded about the organ donations and how Bobby's organ can save lives. Even if were true, a Hunter needs to be cremated in one piece. The only exception is blood and hair that wouldn't bound any soul to the earth. I can tell Bobby is still alive through my ability, he was fighting an inner confrontation. He was fighting death to survive.
But this man before me won't shut up. Dean took action stepping forward, pointing the finger at the man, "Listen to me. I'm gonna say this once. He's not gonna die. It's one 's gonna be fine because he's always fine. "
"So stop encouraging us on signing his an early death certificate," I growled.
"I apologize,"The administrator said.
"Why are you talking to us like he's gonna die, huh?" Dean yelled. "I do my job! Do your job! Save him!"
"Of course they're doing everything they can." the administrator said
Suddenly Dean punched the glass that covered the room numbers behind the man. I stood in front of Dean calming him down and made sure there was the distance between the two men. The man was utterly shocked in what just happened.
I turned to face him,"Walk away from him. Now!"
The man nodded as he left in fear.
I grabbed Dean's hand and found he broke the skin of his knuckles.
"Dean?" I whispered.
"I need some fresh air," He whispered, as he walked out of the hospital.
I sighed and went to find Sam. He was standing by Bobby's room. Bobby looked so vulnerable in his this pained me to see him like this. He was always the strong one in our blended family. No matter the situation, whoever was being targeted the cruel world he had our backs and got us out of the messes either it be brains or hunting skills. Now, he is in a coma fighting for his life, and neither of us could do anything but wait. Praying was far gone since religion is messed up from behind the scenes. If only Castiel were here to heal Bobby?
"What did that guy want?" Sam asked.
"Wanted Bobby to be a donor," I said crossing my arms and leaned against the window.
"And…" he asked.
"I told him, no, and Dean probably gave a much clearer answer by punching the wall," I said.
Sam sighed shaking his head.
"Besides, I doubt Bobby's liver could be viable." I sighed.
Sam shook his head at the terrible joke. It's true, with all the whiskey, scotch, and beer that man drinks, it's impressive he hasn't died from alcohol poisoning or liver cancer. Sam updated me on what the doctor told him about Bobby's new status. It was hopeful. Though concerning, with fear that Bobby maybe alive but...not the same. The thought of Bobby no longer mentally function was concerning, but I offered if it comes to the case, I would move to a house and take care of Bobby. Sam appreciate the thought.
Twenty minutes later, Dean made his way towards us, a cup of coffee in hand. "Dick Roman was out there."
"What? "Sam demanded. "What happened?"
"Nothing...for now," Dean said calmly. "It was just a friggin' staring contest. That was about it."
"Wait, as in the Richard Roman, CEO and the billionaire businessman."
"The one and only," Dean grumbled. "Leviathan took over and shot Bobby."
Anger consumed me, yet I took a deep breath.
"What's the update?" Dean asked changing the subject.
"The swelling's down a little." Sam answered."They took him off sedation. Apparently, he - he started fighting his tube. So they pulled them out, and he's breathing on his own."
"That's good, right?" Dean asked, with much hope. "Is that good?"
"Yeah. Well, the doctor said best-case scenario." Sam answered.
"Alright, so when they gonna take the bullet out?" Dean asked.
"Dean, t-they're not even - they're not even gonna try that, not yet," Sam explained, as he looked down disappointed.
"What does that me?" Dean asked concern.
"It's abrading," I finally spoke. "In other words, cutting out the dead brain tissue."
Dean faces dropped.
"That's if the doctor even thinks it's worth the risk," Sam added. "And we need to talk if things get worse."
"No, we're not gonna have that conversation," Dean said.
"Oh, we need to," Sam said.
"Look, if things go well, but with complication, I can buy a house somewhere secluded and take care of him," I said. "However, if he does-"
"He's not gonna die," Dean interrupted.
"He might," Sam injected.
"Sam-" Dean raised his voice.
"Dean listen," Sam interrupted. "We need to brace ourselves."
"Why?" Dean demanded.
"Because it's real," Sam explained.
Dean tried to control his emotions, "What do you want to do. You want to hug and - and say we made it through it when dad died. We've been through enough."
And with that said, Dean left to be alone. I sighed and stared at Bobby; I hope fate be kind and let Bobby live. None of us could lose our second father figure. We sat down and waited. Sam held his left hand rubbing the scar from several months ago when the leviathans returned, and his hallucinations started. I hope he wasn't hallucinating about Lucifer again and its action was just a coping mechanism.
.o0o.
It was near dusk when one of Bobby's head nurse was talking to the nurse addressing about surgery. The three of us ran over wondering what was going on.
'Wait, wait, wait, wait." Sam started talking. What's happening?"
"He's showing signs of responsiveness." the head nurse said. "We're taking him up for surgery.
If you want to see him, I will squeeze in there quick."
Immediately we ran to his room. We stood by Bobby bedside praying he opens his eyes. A few minutes passed, but no sign of conscious.
"Sorry. We need to get moving." the head nurse said sadly.
I took Bobby's hand and kissed his forehead. "Don't leave us, Bobby. I love you, like my dad."
Stepping back to let the boys have their turn.
"Hey, um…" Sam spoke, holding his hand. "Bobby, um… just...thanks...for everything."
"All right," The doctor said. "Please step back."
Suddenly Bobby's hand moved.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, stop. His eyes are open." Sam said grabbing it.
Bobby stirred as he adjusted his head and opened his eyes looking around.
"Bobby?" Dean called out.
"Hey." I greeted with a smile, placing my hand on his shoulder. Bobby removed the respirator that covered his mouth and nose. Sam took his free hand. Bobby panted trying to form words.
"What – don't talk. Don't talk. A pen – I –" Dean called, in all the rush he grabbed a pen and the chart that was at the end of the bed. "Here. Here, here, here."
Sam helped Bobby write down. He wrote numbers on Sam's hand, "45489' while breathing heavily with effort. Once done, he smiled at us as we lean closer to thought this was a miracle, which Bobby had survive.
Then I felt it.
Bobby took my hand realizing I know what was coming. With a smile, he said his final words,"Idjits."
Death won, as Bobby fell back onto the pillow and closed his eyes. The monitor he was attached to started beeping erratically until flatline.
"Bobby?" Dean called out. "Hey!"
The monitor shows flat lines.
"Call a code – trauma room." The nurse ordered.
We were rushed out of the room as we watched the medical staff hurry towards the room and attempt to revive Bobby. I sobbed knowing it won't work. My clairvoyant abilities say it so. Sam held me in his arms as he and Dean watched. Knowing our Bobby was gone.
.o0o.
Bobby found himself back in his own home. He could hear his children talking, all three of them.
"You microbrewing in there, or what? Come on – we got a lot of Chuck Norris to get through." Dean called out from the living room."
"Dean, you can survive three minutes!" Skylar shouted from the kitchen.
" Let's go!" Dean countered.
Bobby opened the refrigerator and took a couple of beer and a can soda. He turned his head looking at Skylar, so young wearing her famous batman t-shirt and jeans. He can remember when he first saw her as a little girl running around the roadhouse during Hunter's hour. And here she was a grown woman with some innocence. He did his best to protect her, as he promised Ellen that faithful night when the two had their final day on the radio. Bobby closed the fridge and turned to see the reaper he had been trying to avoid.
"Nice move, waking up like that." The reaper said.
"Motivation's a mother," Bobby replied.
"You know why it's dark out there, don't you?" The reaper asked gesturing to the windows where it appeared to be a night. "This house – it's your last island, everything else melted by that bullet – gone. This is your last chance to come with me and move on. For your good, Bobby, let go. They'll be okay without you."
"C'mon, Bobby, let's go before Dean starts the movie," Skylar said holding a large bowl of popcorn and chips.
The two watched the memory go into the living room where the boys were. Bobby recalled what Adam Milligan said, that when in heaven he would spend the rest of his eternal soul in one memory. Maybe it's time for upstairs. Time to face his demon and see Karen and apologize for everything. To have a hard drink with Rufus again. To have a conversation with Ellen, Bill, and Jo about Skylar success. But most importantly brag in John Winchester face in the life he missed out with his son. But still, if he was going to be stuck in his private heaven:
"Last memory, huh?" He murmured.
The Reaper nodded.
"Glad I saved the best for last," Bobby said.
He walked into the small living room to witness Dean holding the remote, sitting on a two-person couch with Sam, while Skylar was sitting on the floor between them. All three munching on popcorn and chips.
"All right, scoot, jerkface. Show your elders some respect." Dean said.
"You scoot, ass-hat." Sam countered as he flipped a piece of popcorn at Dean.
Bobby walked in and handed the boys their Beer and Skylar her soda. Dean scavenges through the bag of candy. Meanwhile, Bobby sat down in his favorite chair, having a good view of his children.
"Did we get licorice?" Dean asked.
"Seriously, who eats that shit," Skylar replied.
"Yeah, We got good snacks. Licorice is disgusting." Sam agreed, mouth full of food.
Bobby smiled slightly.
"I'm sorry." Dean sarcastically said. "I didn't quite understand that, uh, Mr. Peanut-Butter-and-Banana Sandwiches?"
"You know what? I stand by that sandwich. Nobody likes licorice. I-it's – it's made of dirt." Sam argued.
"I second that," Skylar replied.
"It is a classic movie food. It's right up there with popcorn." Dean defended.
Skylar made a face while Sam said, "Popcorn? Really?"
"Yes," Dean answered.
"You're out of your mind." Sam exaggerated.
"You should try M&M in popcorn," Skylar suggested.
"Okay, now that's a sin," Dean exclaimed.
Suddenly the three started to fade away. As the last, their voices soon vanished leaving the old geezer in his home that he grew up in. The house he was born, the house he killed his father, the house he loved the woman he loved, the house where she died twice, the house that made his three adoptive kids feel safe and stable. His eyes water in knowing he was finally at death's door.
The reaper came in holding his pocket watch, " Well, Bobby? Stay or go – what's it gonna be?"
Bobby stared at the reaper making his final choice.
It was sad to write this chapter. Bobby was my favorite character in the series.
Also I have a announcement. I have a new Supernatural story called Daughter of Cain. Take a look and see if you enjoy it.
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