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"Come on, come on, come on!" Dean cried out as he ran into the room. They were all stood around the hospital bed. Tears rolled down from Sam's eyes, even if he had control, he would have let them fall in that moment. Bobby stood at the back of the room, his mouth a little open, the shock clear on his face. None of them were prepared for this to happen. None of them wanted this to happen. Dean cried out again, the raw pain, guilt seeping over every plea. "Come on, come on Megan! Don't, don't do this! Please, god don't do this!" He cried out as the machines horrid single string of noise bleared out. The doctors rushed in and in a motion of blur they used the defibrillator on her body. Lifeless it jumped into the air and landed back onto the bed, still and just as lifeless.
"Please girl..." Bobby's own plea barely above a whisper. Bobby had seen death, literally, and he'd always faced it head on. But in that moment. Seeing her body, just laying there, knowing, knowing deep down there was nothing they could do to help. Bobby did the one thing he hadn't done in a long time. He prayed. He prayed for her life.
"No, no, no!" Dean cried out, the tears streaming down his face as Sam held him back. Sam couldn't believe his eyes. It just wasn't registering with him. The shock was too much. All of them were seasoned hunters, they'd practically seen hell, in two cases they actually had. They had face demons, gods, angels and even a devil, but nothing. Nothing had prepared them for that moment. The doctors work on her for a few more minutes before the lead doctor turned to his junior. The expression was easy to read. This was it.
"Time of death-" The doctor announced and all that could be herd his Dean's cry of pain.
"NO!" The word is so simple, yet filled with so much raw pain. So much love, so much loss. It choked Sam to see his strong big brother, break down in his arms. Dean just fell to the floor, his eyes locked on the lifeless body. Even after seeing his parents die, his baby brother, and countless friends, this one. This one was different. Dean felt like he couldn't breathe the pain was so raw, so fresh. His mind went blank, and eerie calm amongst the storm of the situation. His eyes wouldn't blink, the imagine of her body, laid there, burnt into his mind. This was one of those imagines no amount of alcohol would take away, no matter how many days he lived. And he would try.
"God... you took the wrong one." Bobby muttered as the tears roll off his face. Dean on the floor, rocked back and forth slightly as he just looked at her body. He felt so helpless. So weak. Sam wasn't fairing much better, his legs felt like they were going to give way any moment, and he couldn't tear his eyes off her lifeless body. He knew how wrong this whole situation was. He knew he should have figured it out soon, he should have known faster. Then... then she would be alive.
Three days earlier...
Dean was sat in the dinner finishing the last of his oh so yummy apple pie. He'd been looking forward to the apple pie all day and now he had it sat in front of him. And it had been everything it that was promised. It was, in fact, one of the best apple pies Dean had ever eaten, and considering who we're talking about, that was some statement. Dean stuck his folk in and brought yet another mouth watering slice to his mouth, a low, throaty growl of pleasure escaped as he put the small piece of heaven into his mouth. He closed his eyes enjoying the taste, savouring it and letting it all melt in his mouth. He earned the damn pie, and man was he going to enjoy it.
"Good pie?" Sam chuckled as he sat down opposite his big brother. Lately ever since they had cleared the air, their relationship had gotten better. Sure Sam was still crazy, and Dean was still surly, but they were getting back to the way the used to be. The way they would joke and tease, argue and laugh. Things were better; and Sam for one, was glad about it. He was happy to finally have some kind of normality back in his life. Even if that normality insisted on calling him Bitch, and always played the worst of mullet rock. Dean opened one eye and saw Sam's smirk.
"This... this is heaven." Dean said pointing to the plate, his mouth half food of pie still. Sam let out a chuckle looking away before turning back to see Dean take another folk full of the heaven.
"It's the simple things huh?" Sam chuckled as Dean sighed in pleasure as he ate the pie. Sam often wondered if Dean would be most happy with just an endless supply of perfect apple pies. Sam shook his head again as Dean smiled at his baby brother.
"So, what's the plan?" Dean asked as he finished off his pie. The warm fuzzy feeling resting nicely in his stomach. Sam pulled a map out of his bag and put it on the table so Dean could see it.
"Well, actually it's pretty quiet. There hasn't been any freak accidents, or missing people cases for a while now. Looks like we have some time to ourselves." Sam said looking up at his brother. A small frown had crossed Dean's face as he thought about having time for their selves. It wasn't that Dean wouldn't be thankful for a day or two off, no, in fact a couple days of good sleep and trash TV sounded like heaven to him. It was more the fact nothing was happening. Dean never liked it when it was quiet, his hunter instincts always told him something was wrong. And unfortunately they were usually right.
"Well, have we checked in with Bobby and Megan? Maybe they've herd something we haven't?" Dean asked clearing his throat. Sam nodded understanding without words the worry his brother had about the lack of hunts. Sam was far from stupid, in fact, before he brought the news to Dean he had checked it several times, just in case.
"I'll call Bobby when we get back to the house. Thought you might want to call Megan." Sam said with a small sly smile as he tucked the map back into his back pack. Dean raised an eye brow knowing there was a reason for Sam's comment.
"I can call Bobby." Dean said firmly as his baby brother sat there with that damn annoying grin on his face. Dean knew Sam wanted to say something about his relationship with Megan. He'd wanted to say something ever since she came back to life. "Just say it." Dean sighed, cracking under the pressure of that damn grin.
"Nothing. I just think it's nice..." Sam said as he paid and the pair stood up to leave. Sam pulled on his jacket and grabbed his bag knowing full well Dean was stood there almost glaring at him. He hid the smile as they walked out of the dinner and he finished his sentence. "Nice that you guys are talking more." Sam smirked to his brother. Dean let out a low sigh, he had been waiting for this since the moment he had told Sam about Megan kissing him back in Vegas. Dean knew there was something different in that kiss, something more meaningful than the concussion kiss they shared. The look in her eyes, the love in them, he'd known that look a life time ago, and seeing her, feeling her kiss him like that gave him the spark that the memories, the feelings were still there between them. Of course, Dean being Dean, hadn't explained it to Sam in such a chick flick, let's get in touch with our inner emotions crap, way. He had simply told Sam they had kissed and it was just like they used to be.
"Uh huh?" Dean asked unlocking the crappy Dodge as the pair climbed it. Dean felt like he was cheating on The Black Beauty driving around in the piece of crap dodge. Sure it was necessary, being America's Most Wanted had taught Dean that the hard way. But still, he couldn't help but miss his baby.
"I'm just saying I'm happy for you man." Sam smirked as Dean started the car and they took the short ride to the abandoned house they were staying in. Yet again thanks to the leviathans.
"Well just shut up, ok?" Dean asked glancing at his baby brother. Sam chuckled again looking out the passenger side window. He knew long before Dean, that his big brother had fallen in love. Real love, like the kind he shared with Jess. He knew the moment he saw the pair arguing. Their was a look, a fleeting one in the beginning that showed how Dean really felt about Megan. It was one he watched grow and grow. The look of love is unmistakable, and Sam was happy when he learnt the couple had gotten together. He knew Megan was a good force in both their lives, but he knew, she also made Dean realise important things. Realise how much Dean could have. Sure their relationship wasn't easy, with the surname Winchester, nothing was ever going to be easy, but they worked and worked on it. They had reached a stage where Sam thought they would quit hunting and live long, happy lives. Of course that hadn't happened... The frown on Sam's face reflected the frustration he felt inside. They were both back hunting partly because of him. He'd talked to Megan about it in the past and she promised him she was fine with it, but Sam wasn't fine. Not by a long shot. But never the less, Dean knew his feelings for Megan, knew he loved her. So they tried again, and they were happy, again. Until Cass showed, and her soul was sent to purgatory. Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he thought about what she must have gone through. Hell wasn't close. But she was tough, small, but still tough. When she was brought back to life, Sam worried maybe she'd break down, the memories consuming her. But thankfully, in a weird way, she had no memory. Nothing. No memory of either Winchester. Sam knew how much it ate Dean up inside knowing she didn't love him any more. But over the last couple of months, as Megan seemed to remember herself, Sam had noticed that look. He was hoping the pair would finally just get back together.
Twenty minutes later and the pair had pulled into the house they were staying in. The house was actually pretty nice considering, they had warmth, limited electricity and the best of all, it didn't smell. Dean walked into the living room where they were camped out and sat on the couch letting out a small sigh.
"So, I'm gonna ring Bobby." Sam said walking into the kitchen as he pulled out his cell. Dean nodded knowing that Sam had given him space to call Megan. Dean shook his head as he smirked, the kid was as subtle as a brick sometimes. He was convinced that Sam thought they were going to get back together. Sure Dean would love that, he would never deny it. But he wasn't stupid, he knew how much remembering was killing Megan, how much pain she was in. He never wanted to course her pain, ever. He was happy just talking to her now and again. Dean sat back on the couch and pulled out his phone. He scrolled down the messages and saw the last text Megan had sent. A warm smile crossed his lips as he saw her name.
So, who knew, back roads can be dull as hell without Ur duck face! Alive & well. M x. Dean smiled at the message, then checked the date. He frowned as he realised the last message he got from Megan was over a month ago. Sure he was used to not hearing from her, or Sam or even Bobby for months on end, but something didn't sit right with him. He knew Megan well, knew she didn't like people to worry over her. He could hear Sam talking to Bobby in the kitchen and pulled himself off the couch. He walked to the door way and waved to get Sam's attention. Sam turned to him, a confused expression on his face.
"Ask Bobby if he's herd from Megan recently." Dean said softly to his baby Sasquash. Sam looked puzzled for a few seconds more then nodded. Sam hadn't herd from Megan in weeks, he realised.
"Hey Bobby, you herd from Meg?" Sam asked leaning on the kitchen counter. Sam started to ponder where she said she was when he last herd from her.
"Umm... just a second. Um here, the last message I got was saying she was passing through Iowa, heading for Missouri." Bobby replied thoughtfully. "But that must have been a couple a weeks ago, at least..."
"Bobby said he's not herd from her in a couple of weeks." Sam relayed the message to Dean, as he spoke something kicked him in the gut. By the look on his older brother, it was feeling that was going around. Dean nodded and walked out the back of the house.
Thankfully the place had large fences so no nosey neighbours could see them house crashing. Dean pulled out his phone and scrolled through the numbers until he landed on Megan's name. He hesitating, debating with himself whether checking up on Megan was a good idea. He knew how offend she could get when she thought she was being baby sat, but then again, a month was a long time in the hunting world not to hear something. Dean hit dial and put the phone to his ear, hearing each passing ring, something in his gut got worse. Finally the phone clicked and their was a voice.
"Hello?" The voice was a woman, but it wasn't Megan.
"Who is this?" Dean asked firmly, the feeling of trouble bubbled in his stomach.
"Um, who's this?" The voice asked softly. It wasn't a rude question, more a confused voice.
"Look lady, I asked first." Dean almost snapped at the voice. He needed to know where Megan was, he needed to know to feel better.
"Are you a friend of Miss Braddock's?" The woman asked and the name threw Dean for a few seconds. Then it hit him, Miss Betsy Braddock was one of Megan's alternative names. She'd told him it was the real name of some x-men character or something like that.
"Actually I'm her boyfriend." Dean responded without a second thought. If Megan was in jail or worse hurt, they would only really share that kind of information with close relatives.
"Oh. I see. Do, do you know if she has any family over here?" The voice asked. The uneasy feeling kicked in again. Dean didn't like the way the conversation was heading.
"No. She has no real family left. Where is she?" Dean asked leaning his back against a tree. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the troubled feeling that was running through his veins.
"What's your name?" The voice asked softly. Dean hated that soft tone. He instantly knew she was hurt. The nurses at the hospital used the same tone when they told him his mother was Dean. They used the same tone when they told him his father had passed on. That tone, it meant someone was hurt, bad.
"Dean." Dean said impatiently. Dean's mind sprang into action, thinking of all the horrible, worst ways Megan could have landed in hospital.
"Dean, right." The female voice said softly. "Dean, my names Ruth, and I'm a nurse at Cripple Creek hospital, Colorado. Dean, your girlfriends here." Her voice was so calm, so caring. Dean's heart began to race as the information settled in his brain.
"She's in hospital? Can I talk to her?" Dean asked, some of the worry slipping out over the words he spoke.
"Dean, can you get to Cripple Creek?" Ruth asked softly. Her voice was so damn calm was all that Dean could think.
"Yeah, yes. I'll... I'll set off now..." Dean said half in shock. If they wouldn't put Megan on the phone, Dean knew it was something pretty bad that happened. That she must have been in a bad way. Dean's world was spinning with the information.
"Ok Dean, when you get here, ask for Ruth. I'm the only one." Ruth instructed him before they hung up. Dean took a deep breath in, containing all the panic he felt walked back into the house.
Dean walked into the kitchen and saw Sam stood there, waiting to hear if he had reached Megan. The look on Sam's face killed Dean. The worry in those big damn puppy dog green eyes. The sadness before he had even said one word. It added to the uneasy feeling in Dean's gut. Sam knew as soon as he saw Dean something had happened. He wasn't sure what, but he knew. The way Dean avoided looking into his eyes, the way he was playing with his ring finger, Sam knew it was bad.
"We need to get to Cripple Creek, Colorado." Dean said plainly, not looking his brother in the eye. Dean knew if he did, he would break down. Loose it. That was the last thing he needed to do. He needed to get to the hospital. He needed to see Megan, and find out what happened to her.
"Why? What's happened?" Sam asked fallowing Dean back into the living room as the pair started to pack up their things. Dean didn't answer at first, he was so busy packing everything up. The delay in an answer told Sam that Megan was in trouble. He just hoped, prayed that she was alive.
"I don't know Sammy... I just... we need to get there asap." Dean explained with a sigh as he pulled his bag to him, zipping it up. Dean's mind was racing, racing with all the possibilities that could have landed her in the hospital.
"Sure, yeah, sure... you want me to call Bobby?" Sam asked as the pair finished packing up their things. The question fell on deaf ears as Dean climbed into the dodge and started her up. Sam sighed knowing the ride to Cripple Creek was going to be long and silent. He shoved the bags into the trunk of the car and raced to the passenger side. Dean pulled out of the drive and raced to the hospital. His knuckles turning white as he gripped the wheel tighter, as if, somehow that would make the car move faster. Dean's mind wasn't on the road, it was cooking up situations which could have landed Megan in the hospital. There was the obvious ones, a hunt gone wrong, some kind of attack by a creature. Then there was the one idea Dean really hoped wasn't true. The possibility that a leviathan had found her and attack her, leaving her alive to trap all three of them. Dean's knuckled actually hurt at the tightness of his grip on the wheel as he thought of that idea. It was most likely and Dean was kicking himself inside for letting her walk out on them. On him. He should have never let her go, he should have forced her to stay. There was always safety in numbers. Dean's thoughts rolled round and around in his head as he thought of the horrible ways Megan could have landed herself in the hospital, unable to pick up the damn phone.
Sam sat silently at the side of his big brother, watching his knuckles turn white and then whiter if that was even possible. The knot that had formed in his stomach was getting bigger at each passing minute. Sam thought of Megan as a baby sister. She was younger than him, by a couple of months, but she treated him like a baby brother. When they had first met, Sam would never admit it to Dean or Megan, but he was attracted to her. There was just something about her that drew him in. But as it became clear that his brother had caught her eye Sam was more than happy just being a brother to her. Sitting in the passenger side of the car Sam felt helpless. He needed to be doing something. Anything to help. He reached into his back pack and pulled out his laptop, setting it up on his knee's. He planned to search the small town of Cripple Creek, looking for any explanation as to what could have happened to his sister.
They drove straight through the night and most of the day to reach the hospital. The whole time Dean's mind raced over every possible way she could have ended up in the hospital. There was so many questions Dean had left. Most of them revolved around why she hadn't called sooner, asked for help. Megan had pride and could be as stubborn as hell, it was something Dean found sexy in her, but she wasn't stupid. When she was in too deep, she always asked for help- always. They pulled up outside the hospital and Sam glanced at his brother.
"She's going to be ok." Sam said breaking the deafening silence that had filled the car nearly a day ago when they had climbed in. Dean turned to his baby brother, all his thoughts and emotions threatening to break past his tough guy shell.
"She better be." Dean said firmly as they climbed out of the car. The pair walked briskly up to the reception desk, where a small Asian woman sat, flicking through a copy of Vogue.
"We need to speak to Ruth." Dean said firmly as the woman looked up at the pair. She blinked a couple of times and then picked up a phone. She talked to the person on the other end and then hung up.
"She's on her way. Please, take a seat." The woman said gesturing to the chairs behind the pair. Sam glanced at his brother as the pair took a step back from the reception. The fact no one could just take them to see Megan, added to the knot in Sam's stomach and he was almost certain Dean was feeling the same way. Dean paced up and down waiting for the damn nurse to show. He couldn't understand what was taking her so long, he turned to his brother and let out a small growl when Sam sat up in his chair, looking behind Dean. The pair looked as a slender, red head walked towards the pair, she was wearing a nurse uniform and looked friendly enough. A caring smile crossing her lips as she reached them.
"Are you Dean?" Ruth asked as she walked over to the pair. Neither looked like they had slept in days and by the way the man standing in front of her looked, she doubted he would until he knew exactly what was going on.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm Dean, this is my brother Sam." Dean waved a hand towards Sam who got to his feet and stood next to him. "Where's Megan?" Dean asked firmly, his eyes locking on Ruth's. She nodded politely and then started to walk off, the guys were at her heels. As if they needed to be told to fallow her.
"Megan?" Ruth asked a little confused. She wasn't used to hearing the first name, although thinking about it. Ruth thought the name fit her well.
"Yeah, Miss Braddock." Dean said as they walked down an empty corridor.
"Oh we didn't have a first name for her. To be honest we don't really know much about her. Just that she is British and, well you'll see." Ruth said walking them round into a ward. It was an ICU ward but there was only one bed. She walked up to the bed and stopped turning to face the guys. But they weren't looking at her, they were looking at the still body in the bed.
"What, what happened?" Sam was the first to speak, to force words out of his mouth. Laying in the bed was Megan. She looked like she was just asleep. Peacefully asleep. Dean was staring at her, but Sam noticed his brothers hands turn to fists. Ruth hadn't seen she was too focused on answering Sam's question.
"We don't know. She was brought in about a month ago like this. She was found unconscious in her motel room. We ran toxicology reports, brain activity test's, viral screens, the works. Everything has come back as normal. It's like," Ruth sighed looking down before looking back up at Sam. "It's like she just sleeping..." Ruth shrugged.
"A month?" Dean choked out as he tear his gaze away from Megan.
"Yeah there about." Ruth replied with a nod.
"Why didn't anyone contact us?" Dean asked setting his jaw. He was angry, not at Ruth, not at the hospital, not at Megan. He was just mad for not being there for her.
"We... we didn't know about the phone until you rang. We only searched the belongings that came in with her. The other things were moved here after the motel room was processed. We didn't know... I'm sorry." Ruth apologised softly.
"Someone should have told us!" Dean growled walking off the ward. Sam gave Ruth a sympathetic smile.
"I'm sorry, they care a lot for each other." Sam said making an excuse for his brothers actions. Ruth nodded all too well how deep emotions could run in a hospital.
"I understand. It's fine really. I just wish... I wish I knew what to do... I've been watching her everyday now. I come down, talk to her during my breaks, after my shifts. She's a mystery, we only got her name because of what she told the motel..." Ruth sighed running a hand over her face. It was only then that Sam noticed the nurse looked as tired as he and Dean were.
"Are you ok?" Sam asked softly, Ruth let out a small chuckle and turned to the giant.
"Shouldn't I ask you that?" Ruth asked with a warm smile. Sam nodded a little and threw her his famous puppy dog eyes. She sighed again, rubbing her eyes. "I will be, when we find out what's wrong with your friend." Ruth said with a warm smile.
"Can I, do you mind if I look through her belongings?" Sam asked softly, pushing some hair out of his face. He needed answers and he knew the best way would be to check out Megan's things. He knew Dean wouldn't be able to do it, just not yet.
"Sure, I'll just fetch them." Ruth nodded walking to a small nurses station near by. Sam stood watching Megan, processing all the information. He knew he was missing something, he just didn't know what. "Here you go. Her car is parked around back with the rest of her bags." Ruth explained passing Sam Megan's back pack.
"Thank you." Sam said with a warm smile of his own. Ruth nodded looking over at Megan.
"You drink coffee?" She asked suddenly.
"Yeah...yes." Sam replied looking at Ruth, a wide smile crossing her lips.
"What about your brother?" She added, a genuinely caring smile on her face.
"I'm sure he'd love a cup right about now." Sam replied with a warm smile of his own.
"Great. I'll just go grab some." Ruth said with a quick nod before disappearing down the hall. A few seconds later Dean walked back on the ward towards Sam, his knuckle was bleeding. Sam knew Dean just needed to vent his pain and he would be able to keep working. He just knew his brother that well.
"That Megan's things?" Dean asked pointing to the bag in Sam's hands. Dean's tough guy act was in full swing, the stone cold stares, the monosyllabic words.
"Your hand." Sam said softly, pointing to the blood that was dripping on the floor.
"Is that Meg's things?" Dean asked again more firmly. His eyes burnt with a rage that scared Sam a little.
"Yes. Yeah... Ruth gave me them." Sam answered passing the bag to Dean. The pair sat either side of Megan's bed as Dean looked in the bag. He wasn't sure what he was looking for but he needed answers. He needed to know what the hell was happening to her.
"The nurse tell us anything useful?" Dean asked in a grunt as he flicked through a note pad in her bag.
"Just that all her belongings are here, she was found like that in a motel. Nothing else." Sam answered looking at Megan's lifeless body. "What do you think has happened to her?"
"I don't know, but I intend to find out." Dean snapped. Sam looked over at his brother but he was still reading her note pad. Sam sighed grabbing his phone and walking off the ward. He'd seen Dean like this before. Angry, snappy, determined. When his father died. He saw Dean get knocked off path by his fathers death. It really messed Dean up. Sam knew he couldn't cope with Dean alone, he needed help. He needed Bobby. So he decided to call him.
"Singer?" Bobby answered, he sounded like he'd just sat down.
"Bobby, we've found Megan." Sam whispered in the empty corridor. "She's in a hospital in Cripple Creek, Colorado."
"Is she ok?" Bobby asked with all the worry a father would have for his child. Sam took a deep breath and lent on the wall.
"I, I honestly don't know..." Sam sighed out. "She's, she's asleep, some kind of coma..." Sam let the sentence die in the silence as he took another deep breath.
"My god... How are you and Dean?" Bobby asked in shock.
"Um... Dean's, not taken it well. He's... Look Bobby, can you get here. We really could use your help." Sam pleaded, as his eyes welled up. The reality of the situation hitting him like a hammer to the guts.
"Sure son, I'll set off now... I'll get there by morning." Bobby answered softly.
Dean was sat there reading the notes in Megan's handwriting. Dean hated her handwriting, it was always so rushed, so damn hard to understand. He saw the sketches she had made at the side of the page. Dean always thought if Megan wasn't a hunter she should have become an artist, she had a gift for it. There was a sketch of a root of some kind, it looked like ginger root to Dean. Below it was her chicken scratch, he had no idea what it said. But a couple of pages through Dean saw it. The answer to Megan's situation. "No..." Dean breathed out, looking at her still body.
"African Dream Root." Dean said firmly as he showed Sam the page. Sam of course could read Megan's handwriting like his own. They were so similar like that.
"What? How'd she even know about this stuff?" Sam asked shocked as he looked at the page. The writing was describing it's uses and how one could travel into their own, and others minds with enough practice. It also listed how expensive it could be and how rare it was to find.
"Becky." Dean almost growled. Now Dean wasn't the biggest fan of Becky's after she drugged his brother into marriage. And the whole psycho, number one fan thing, yeah that didn't do her any favours. But all in all, Dean could happily ignore her, a threatening glare to silence her at times and she went away. But now. She crossed a line. She got someone he loved hurt. He promised himself, if he ever saw her again, he would hurt her and she would never mess with his family again.
"Beck, Becky?" Sam stuttered out seeing how angry Dean was being. Dean pulled out Megan's phone and showed it to Sam. Sam looked at the messages from Becky.
Did you get to the meeting? Have you got the root now?
Have you used it yet? What does it taste like? I bet its nasty!
Why haven't you replied? Call me!
Are you ok?
"Becky." Sam growled shaking his head. "She must have told Megan about it from the books... Doesn't she realise how dangerous it is?" Sam scoffed as he felt like hunting down Becky and being not so nice to her.
"I guess not!" Dean snapped at Sam. "At least we know she has some. Means we can wake her up." Dean sighed running an hand through his short spiky hair. It was like the nightmare of the situation had a light at the end to make things right again.
"Dean," Sam said softly. "Do you really think it'll be that easy?" Sam asked careful of his brothers reaction. They both knew how much Megan had been through, and from Sam's own personal experience, he knew how messed up your mind became after time.
"We need to try Sam, it's Megan." Dean said looking at her motionless body. Sure her chest was rising and falling, but it wasn't Megan. Dean knew that Megan never slept on her back for long, she always wiggled around, she could never sleep in one position all night. "We need to find out where the rest of the root is." Dean sighed as Ruth entered the hall carrying three cups.
"Coffee, you guys look like you need it." Ruth replied passing out the cups. She was such a warm person. Sam couldn't help but feel happy that, although Megan hadn't had family around her, she had someone caring about her.
"Thanks Ruth." Sam said and the pair shared a smile that did not go unnoticed by Dean. Ruth passed him the cup and he grunted a thank you.
"Your welcome guys, I just wish I could do more." Ruth sighed taking a sip of her coffee.
"I'm sure she's appreciated having someone with her." Sam said giving Ruth a warm smile. They smiled at each other for a few seconds before Ruth spoke again.
"I doubt she can even hear me... I mean all the tests say she's basically in REM stage sleep. So deep..." Ruth sighed before her beeper went off. She looked at it, an annoyed expression on her face, then gave the boys a warm smile. "I'll be back later." She nodded to Sam before walking away. Sam turned back to Megan and Dean and caught Dean's eyes. There was a look on Dean's face. A oh really? Kind of look.
"What?" Sam asked innocently, but Dean knew Sam better. He knew his baby brother had the hots for the nurse. He smirked into his cup of coffee watching his brother fidget a little under the question.
"She seems... nice." Dean teased a little. Knowing why Megan was stuck in the hospital, knowing she was asleep, it made the uneasy feeling fade enough to make him almost feel normal. He was still worried about her, hell, he was always worried, but he knew he could fix this. He could wake her up and that everything was going to be ok. Eventually.
"I called Bobby." Sam admitted looking at Megan's body. Dean had expected it, hell, he was even considering calling him too. He just didn't know what to say to him.
"And?" Dean asked softly, looking at his brother.
"He's going to get here by tomorrow morning." Sam said with a small yawn. Sam tried to hide it but honestly, after realising Megan was going to be ok Dean was starting to feel as tired. All the adrenaline was wearing off fast and even Nurse Ruth's half decent cup of coffee couldn't keep him awake.
"Ok, get some sleep, I'll watch over Megan. In the morning, we re-group with Bobby. Find the root and wake her up." Dean said with a quick nod.
"You do know I'm not going to leave here right?" Sam asked as he wiggled into the chair. Dean smiled at his brother, he was so loyal.
"Fine. Sleep there. You're choice." Dean shrugged taking another sip of the coffee. He was thankful his baby brother was staying. He just felt better having Sam around.
"Good." Sam muttered as he closed his eyes and tried to find a way to get comfy in the plastic chair. It didn't take Sam to fall asleep, not that it would have taken Dean long if he gave in. He rubbed his eyes as he sat there watching the pair of them sleep. Sam was half curled into the chair, and Megan was just laid there. Dean took her hand and wrapped his fingers around.
"So, the nurse said you've been here a month." Dean spoke softly so that he didn't wake his brother. "A month huh and you couldn't call?" Dean shook his head. "I mean, you listened to Becky. That... that stalker psycho fan. What she tell you huh? All the answers are in your own head and the roots the best way to get in? I mean what the hell were you thinking? This stuff, it can be deadly. It becomes addictive. What was so damn wrong in picking up the phone and letting me know?" Dean asked, the emotion started to spill out over his words. "You enjoy scaring the crap out of me? Huh? I mean do you not realise how much I still love you? You go, you go and pull a stunt like this? Damn it Megan! We're family! You're meant to tell me this stuff. If you don't wake up from this... I swear. If you don't..." Dean sighed running his free hand over his face. He wasn't sure what he was doing, he just felt like he needed to talk to Megan. Let her hear his voice, hear how angry he was at her. That somehow that would wake her up, snap her out of it. "I mean really! After all the crap we've been through... you pull this stunt? I don't get... I don't get why couldn't you tell me?" Dean paused feeling something run down his cheek. He wiped at the tear and shook his head. He wasn't going to break down, not until she was awake again. "Crap." Dean muttered wiping his face. "You better remember who you are after all this crap Megan. So help me..."
Both boys gave into the over due sleep they needed. They were softly sleeping when Bobby walked down the ward, he sighed softly at the sight in front of him. Sam curled half in the chair, the other half on the edge of the bed, holding Megan's hand. Dean was holding onto her other hand, clutching at it as if he let go she would vanish on the spot. Bobby knew all three of them had been through more than most. More than anyone should. And they still fought everyday. He was proud of them, even if they weren't his kids, Bobby always saw them as his. His family. Which meant he had to help protect them. He noticed the note pad resting on the bed side unit. Softly, he walked over to it, picking it up and looking at Megan's chicken scratch. Much like Sam, Bobby knew how to read her hand writing. Bobby believed that the writing was the same for all good hunters, that they used it as a way to keep their research safe. That or they never finished school. He read the pages and the frown on his face grew deeper and deeper. Bobby had referred Megan to Shawn, a psychic in Lily Dale. After her reading, she had told Bobby what Shawn had said. Apparently Shawn had said it was too dangerous for anyone to go into her mind, but that all her answers were in there. Bobby blamed himself for sending her to Shawn, he was a great psychic, it was just, Becky. She had passed on the information on the African Dream Root, then helped set up a meeting so that she could buy some of the root. Bobby cursed as he connected the dots and realised why Megan hadn't simply woken up. He was sat there watching all three of them sleep, his mind racing with what the hell could be happening in Megan's head when Ruth walked over.
"Are you family?" She asked pulling her hair loose. It looked like the young nurse was just clocking off.
"Excuse me?" Bobby asked looking up at the red head.
"Bobby Singer?" Ruth asked as her voice got louder and her eyes widened.
"I'm up!" Dean shouted as both him and Sam shot awake. They looked around utterly confused, but Bobby and Ruth continued their conversation.
"Bobby Singer, that, is that you?" Ruth asked looking at Bobby, slightly confused. He stood up and looked down at the red head. Sure she was a pretty little thing, but he couldn't remember her.
"I'm sorry-" Bobby started to say when Ruth shook her head. A smile crossing her face.
"My mother, Gen Royston, back in 1994, um... the... um... ghost?" Ruth said looking like she was scared they would all think she was crazy.
"Gen, your Gen's little girl?" Bobby asked in shock. Ruth nodded with a wide smile as they pair remembered each other.
"Yeah, yeah I am." She smirked.
"Wow, you got big kid." Bobby smiled pulling her into a small hug. In the background the guys just watched in confusion. They were still half asleep in they defence.
"Bobby, what are, wait," Ruth said turning to Sam and Dean. "Are you hunters?" She asked Sam.
"Um, yeah... we are." Sam said softly a small sad smile on his lips.
"Does that mean, your friend?" Ruth asked looking at all three of them. Sam nodded and Ruth turned to Dean. "She even your girlfriend?" Ruth asked slightly confused as she processed the information.
"Wife actually. Kinda." Dean admitted sheepishly. Ruth nodded turning back to Bobby.
"So you know what's happened to her?" She asked softly.
"I do girl." Bobby nodded with a soft smile.
"Can you make her well again?" Ruth asked carefully, she didn't want the hope spill over the words, but it did. Bobby rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at the boys.
"It ain't gonna be that simple." Bobby replied nervously.
"Why the hell not?" Dean asked looking annoyed at Bobby. He was meant to help, he was meant to show up and help them wake her up. Not complicate things.
"Boy, we need to talk. In private." Bobby said looking at Ruth. Sam cleared his throat and stepped up to the side of Ruth.
"You wanna grab some breakfast, you can explain how you know Bobby?" Sam asked with his most charming smile. Ruth felt the tension in the room, but she did know Bobby and the good the man could do. She knew, that no matter how weird things got, he could handle it. She turned to Sam and nodded softly.
"Pancakes sounds like heaven right about now." She replied as Sam smiled down at her.
"Great,um, know anywhere good?" Sam asked as the pair walked off the ward.
"You wanna run that by me one more time?" Dean asked, he was clearly pissed off as he paced back and forth at the foot of Megan's bed. He felt like his head was about to explode. Between the shock of her landing in the hospital, and the new revelation Bobby was giving him, Dean wasn't sure he could take much more before loosing it.
"Ok, listen to me son," Bobby sighed as he sat next to the bed. "Megan's mind, it's fractured. Shawn-"
"The guy she slept with?" Dean asked cutting in, anger dripping off the words.
"Yeah boy." Bobby sighed again with a small nod, knowing he was going to have to take it in small steps for Dean to understand. He wasn't the brightest bulb at times, more so when he was worried. "Shawn told me what he saw in Megan's reading. He said, that her mind was a damn mine field. That her memories were in there, but that something dangerous was protecting them. Stopping her from finding them. That only she could reach them, past this danger. He said it was too dangerous for anyone else to go in there." Bobby explained.
"Dangerous? She's my-" Dean started to yell when Bobby cut him off.
"I know son! I know. But listen to me, please." Bobby said softly. Dean took a deep breath and stood at the foot of the bed, watching Bobby closely.
"Megan's mind, is broken. We still don't really know how much damage Purgatory did to her. All we know is it's a mess up there. Going in there, even knowing her as well as you do... Boy you could get trapped in there too. For all we know, she's gotten trapped up there." Bobby explained, rubbing his chin. The idea wasn't comforting, Bobby shuddered thinking of how messed up it could be in there. After all, he knew his mind wasn't exactly a pick nick and he was normal in comparison.
"It doesn't matter Bobby! She's trapped in there, she needs our help. I am going in there." Dean said firmly.
"Boy you even listened to me?" Bobby said pushing himself out of the chair.
"Yeah, suicide mission, I got you." Dean snapped, then pointed to the body in the bed. "But that's Megan. She's family. And we do anything for family. Now you can either, help me find the damn root and give me some clues on how to navigate in there. Or you can get out of my way, we clear?" Dean asked with such an intense stare into Bobby's eyes. Dean wasn't going to give up on Megan. Bobby knew that, hell anyone who knew them knew it too. But Bobby, standing there in that moment, he was worried. Worried neither of them would make it out alive.
"Fine. Got her car keys?" Bobby sighed knowing the plan was stupid but that Dean was a stubborn jackass who would have run in there half cocked. Bobby rationalised at least that way he could keep an eye on Dean and maybe help him a little. Dean walked over to Megan's things and grabbed her back pack. He fished around in the pockets for a few moments before he cut his finger on some paper. He pulled out the offending piece and looked at it. What he saw, it took his breath away and made his heart race in one motion. It was a photo. Just a battered poloroid really, to anyone else it would have just looked like some holiday snap. But it wasn't. Not to Megan, and not to Dean. It was a picture of him, Sam and Megan, leaning on the Impala. Dean couldn't even remember the photo being taken. But they were all smiling, laughing at something and Dean presumed it must have been a joke he told. It looked like Bobby had just grabbed the camera and took the photo. They were so happy. Dean couldn't remember the last time he felt so happy, so normal. He took a deep breath as he looked up from the photo and saw Bobby with a sad smile.
"I didn't even know she carried this with her." Dean said passing her the photo.
"She asked if I had any after the house burnt down. She thought it might help jog her mind." Bobby said smiling sadly at the picture in his hands. "She was lying, she wanted a picture of the three of you. She wanted something to keep her going when she felt like giving in." Bobby said looking up to see Dean watching Megan silently.
"She tell you that?" Dean asked, his eyes still glued on her body.
"Course not." Bobby chuckled. "But I ain't no idiot, I've seen the way she looks at you guys. The girl's desperate to find out who she was."
"That why she took the root?" Dean mused out loud then let out a sarcastic laugh. "I just don't... why couldn't she just ask us for help? Why all the cloak and dagger crap? Why not just ask?" Dean asked looking over at Bobby, the tears reaching his eyes as the words came out. Bobby took a deep breath, walking back over to Dean, passing him the photo.
"Boy, she saw how happy you all once were," Bobby said sadly. "She saw how hurt you were about it all. Bout the fact she couldn't remember. She told me how it killed her not being the person we all remembered. She just wanted to make things better. She wanted to be the old her. For you guys." Bobby explained and that was it. Dean couldn't take it any more. All the tough guy defences he built up, all the crap he pushed down into his stomach. He couldn't take it any more. He took one look at her body and walked out of the ward, out of the hospital. He climbed into the car and rested his head on the steering wheel. The tears flowed with ease as everything just became too much for him. He sobbed into the steering wheel wondering if he would ever get to talk to Megan. He felt awful, he beat himself up for pushing her into the situation.
"Why couldn't she just talk to me?" He sobbed bashing his hands hard against the steering wheel. "Why did she have to do this?" He cried out feeling all the worry, sadness and guilt wash out in the tears that fell from his face.
"So your a hunter too huh?" Ruth sighed as the waitress walked away.
"Um.. yeah." Sam said looking down at his plate of pancakes. Suddenly he didn't feel so hungry.
"You, um... kill things too." Ruth said with a small nod. "I... you don't really strike me as the killer kind Sam." Ruth said with a warm smile as her eyes met Sam's. Sam couldn't help but let a chuckle out.
"Thanks." He smirked at her. "So how do you know Bobby?" He asked as Ruth took a sip of her coffee.
"Well, when I was little we moved home. But there was this guy. I thought he was my friend, but my mother thought he was imaginary. I was a kid, I didn't understand." Ruth explained as she cut into her pancakes. "Turns out, he didn't like being ignored. Things got bad, and my mom, she got hurt. That's when Bobby and Rufus showed. They said they were," Ruth chuckled at the memory of the men showing at her front door. "They said they were special police, that they would make everything ok." Ruth shook her head. "Rufus got knocked out by the ghost and Bobby was in the basement. I was so scared, I ran downstairs and he was there, burning something. I don't really remember much more. I just know Bobby is a good man."
"He is." Sam said with a warm smile. "I, I want to say thanks for looking after Megan." Sam said suddenly as Ruth looked up at him with a folk full of pancake. The pair stared into each others eyes for a few seconds before Ruth's smile grew.
"Well, if I knew someone as cute as you would come for her, I would have tried to find that phone." Ruth smirked as she ate the food. Sam choked out a laugh before trying to hide the hint of blush in his cheeks. "Smooth." Ruth teased as she finished chewing.
"Well, I wasn't really expecting that." Sam smirked taking a bite of his food.
"I don't normally flirt." Ruth shrugged as she began to blush a little. "So, Megan, she a hunter too?" Ruth asked changing the topic to something more easy for the both of them.
"Yeah, she hunts with us sometimes." Sam nodded remembering why he was there.
"She's strong." Ruth said noticing the light leave Sam's eye. He looked up at her with a sad smile. So sad that it made Ruth want to reach over the table and pull him into her arm, it made her want to take away all the pain he was feeling and it made her want to tell him everything was going to be ok.
"More than you know." Sam sighed out with a half a smile.
"I bet." Ruth said softly. "You guys are close huh?" She asked into her pancakes.
"She's a sister to me." Sam said sadly.
"Do you know what's happening with her?" Ruth asked looking back to see puppy dog eye looking back at her.
"Think so." Sam said before taking another sip of his coffee.
"Bobby said he wasn't sure if he could fix it." Ruth stated, biting her bottom lip. She hated loosing people, everyone took a small piece of her faith, her hope. She'd lost too many people already.
"I... I don't know. I mean what's happening, it's dangerous." Sam said noticing how nervous Ruth was. It was clear she cared for Megan's well being. "Look, we'll figure it out. We always do." Sam said with a warm smile, faking hope so that Ruth wouldn't worry. Sam was a good liar, maybe one of the best and although his skill was easy, he hated lying to such a beautiful young woman.
"I hope so..." Ruth said returning his warm smile.
Dean walked back onto the ward with a small bag of crushed up root. He wasn't looking forward to drinking the thing, he remembered how god awful it had tasted when he drank some to get into Bobby's mind, but it had to be done. He had to get Megan back. Bobby was sat, reading through some of the journal's Megan had in her back pack. He was trying to understand her state of mind, trying to understand what she was thinking about when she took the root.
"How can you read that?" Dean asked as he sat in the chair opposite Bobby. Bobby looked up from the book, he could see Dean had been crying. But Bobby knew better than to push it.
"Girl's hand writing ain't fancy, but it's not that hard to read son." Bobby muttered as he lowered his glasses.
"She writes like Sam." Dean scoffed as he looked at her body. "The pair are so similar it's scary at times..." Dean commented, his eyes locked on her still body again. The bad feeling in his gut kicking in more.
"You know we say the same thing about you and her." Bobby said with a soft chuckle. Dean sat up straight giving him and unimpressed look.
"I am not like Meg." Dean said firmly a hint of a smile creeping into his lips. Bobby shook his head and went back to looking at the books. Dean sighed softly, looking back at Megan, taking her hand in his. He squeezed it hoping she knew that he was there. That he would come and rescue her. He would always be there for. He would always be there to rescue her. He made that promise a long time ago, and sat there, looking down at her body, he wasn't even sure if he could keep it any more. He loved her. He just hoped their love was strong enough to help her wake up.
"You got the root?" Bobby asked breaking Dean from his thoughts. He looked up at the older man and nodded slightly. "Good. We'll wait for Sam and then get this party going." Bobby said standing up, returning the books back to her bag.
"Have you found anything useful?" Dean asked watching Bobby, his hand still wrapped in Megans. Bobby paused and turned to Dean. He knew a lot without reading the books, Bobby was great at reading people. But he wasn't sure Dean needed to know everything, at least not from Bobby's mouth.
"Well basically the kids a basket case." Bobby sighed returning to the chair. He looked over at her still body and couldn't begin to imagine the chaos that was happening in her mind or worse how scared she must have been in there. "She just talked about remembering some things, with a really painful headache."
"Yeah, yeah I saw that a few times..." Dean added with such a hurt look on his face. Dean knew he was the reason for the headaches, he made her have the pain. It crushed him to know it was his fault.
"She said it brought back important memories though." Bobby continued as if he hadn't seen Dean's darkening expression. "Other than that. Most of the journals were about hunts she had been on. The monsters she killed, the people she saved. Regular hunter diary things I guess." Bobby shrugged.
"Most of them?" Dean asked turning to Bobby with a sad expression. Bobby shifted uncomfortably in the chair, under Dean's stare. "What is it Bobby?" Dean asked firmly looking into his eyes.
"Boy, she was just writing things down. How she felt. You can't expect them all to be happy sunshine crap." Bobby said squirming in the chair under the weight of the stare Dean gave. Whether Dean knew it or not, his stare, his ice cold gaze was unmatched. When he truly wanted an answer, when his whole heart was in, he could be terrifying. Bobby speculated it was something he had learnt in the pit, because for the life of him, Bobby couldn't remember Dean giving him a stare like that before he went to hell.
"Bobby, I need to know, what did she write?" Dean asked as his jaw set firm. Bobby took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Some of the writing. She was saying how she wanted to give up. How she didn't care if she never found out who she was. She wanted it all to end, she just wanted to feel better again. She just wanted to feel whole again." Bobby explained looking down to the body in the bed. "She was in a lot of pain son."
"We all are." Dean said looking down at Megan, squeezing his hand again, as if, by his touch, he could make it better somehow.
Sam walked down into the ICU and over to Bobby and Dean. They were both watching her sleep. Sam hated feeling helpless, it was partly why he wanted to become a lawyer a life time ago. He wanted to help those who couldn't help themselves. He wanted to stick up for the little guy.
"Where's Nurse Ruth?" Dean asked as he herd his brothers footsteps stop just short of the bed.
"She's off her shift. But-" Sam started to say as a new set of footsteps walked down the ward. The guys turned to see Ruth stood there in jeans and a grey sweater, she was giving them all that caring, warm smile.
"So, I got the room ready, but I can't promise people might come in." Ruth shrugged looking up at Sam as she tucked her hands into her pockets.
"Room, what room?" Dean asked looking from Ruth to Sam and back again. Ruth raised an eyebrow and turned to Sam with a confused expression on her face.
"You didn't tell them?" She sighed softly, faking a little annoyance with Sam. Sam smirked and shook his head.
"I just got in." Sam said defending himself. He held his hands up with a warm smile on his lips.
"Someone want to fill us in here?" Bobby asked looking at the couple.
"Sorry yeah," Sam said quickly looking at the two faces verging on anger. "Ruth's got a spare room set up for who evers going to take the root." Sam explained.
"How's she know about that?" Dean asked carefully watching Ruth.
"Sam explained it all. Look I made him ok, so don't get mad with him." Ruth said firmly with a nod. Dean nodded slowly looking over at Bobby.
"Just like your mother, always getting into trouble." Bobby said with a warm smile to Ruth. She shrugged a little and bit her lip.
"What can I say? Family trait." She joked slightly, she turned to Dean. "The room, it's just on the next ward. It's a ward that hasn't been used for a while, but there is still machines in there. So someone could come in, I doubt it, but... just so you know." Ruth explained.
"And why can't we just move a bed in here?" Dean asked confused.
"I can't. The ICU is only meant to have one bed, if I moved a bed, it would raise too many questions. We are a small town kinda place here, you know?" Ruth answered tilting her head slightly.
"Fair enough." Dean said looking over at Bobby again. Bobby stood from his chair and smiled at Ruth.
"Thank you for all your help girl." Bobby said giving her a small hug. The pair pulled apart and Bobby's smile got smaller. "But you need to leave." He added. Ruth looked around, opening her mouth to argue. She wanted to help more, she wanted to make sure nothing went wrong.
"Ruth, it's probably best if we handle it. If something went wrong, I um, we, wouldn't want you to get into trouble." Sam explained throwing her the damn puppy dog eyes look again. She wanted to argue. But given Sam's look, she couldn't she would just cave mid argument anyway and she knew it.
"Fine, but walk me to my car?" She asked Sam letting out a heavy sigh. Sam nodded with a warm smile. Dean stood from the chair and nodded to Ruth.
"Thank you for all your help, and for looking after Megan." Dean said softly. He meant the words even if they did come out in a grumpy kind of voice. Ruth nodded that warm smile still on her face.
"I just hope you can fix it." Ruth said with a sad smile before her and Sam walked out of the ward. The pair walked silently to her car, she pulled her keys out and stood there, looking at them for a few moments.
"I'll call you, let you know what happens." Sam said breaking her from her thoughts. She turned to look up at him and smiled.
"Yeah well, if you don't I'll kick your ass." Ruth teased with a chuckle in her voice. Sam couldn't help but laugh at the smaller woman and her choice of words.
"I'll, I'll keep that in mind." Sam smirked down at Ruth. She took a deep breath and smiled.
"So, I guess, good luck Sam." Ruth said nodding a little.
"Yeah, thanks." Sam said tucking his hands into his pockets. He was fascinated with Ruth, she was such a caring woman, and lately Sam hadn't seen anyone care. It gave him hope that out there were more good people like her.
"Hey Sam?" Ruth asked breaking him from his stare and thoughts. He blinked and looked at her waiting for her to speak. But she didn't, she went on her tip toes and pressed her lips against his. It took Sam a few seconds to realise that he was being kissed but it didn't take him much longer to react. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he kissed back. It wasn't a hungry, needy kiss, but a soft, gentle one. A caring kiss, from a caring woman. As the pair pulled back, Sam couldn't hide the wide, almost goofy grin that crossed his lips. "How about, when this is all over, we have dinner?" Ruth asked with just a wide grin as Sam's. Sam nodded liking Ruth more and more by the second.
"Yeah, yeah. That sounds great." Sam nodded as Ruth laughed.
"Well, you got my number. Call me." Ruth smirked as she climbed back into her car.
"My god that smells disgusting!" Dean cried out as Bobby passed him a cup of the root tea mixture. Dean's nose stuck up and he fought not to gip a little.
"Well boy, you wanted to go in her mind." Bobby said adding a hair into the cup and stirring it up.
"Awesome." Dean muttered looking over at Sam. Ever since he returned from the parking lot with Ruth he couldn't hide the smile. The guys knew something had happened between them, and they were just waiting for Sam to fill them in.
"Hey, remember, it's going to be a mess in there." Sam sighed as he stood next to Dean.
"I know, I know. Look, I'm going in, finding her, waking her up and getting the hell out." Dean said with a quick nod.
"So we can kick her ass." Bobby added folding his arms over his chest.
"Exactly, so just go keep an eye on her." Dean said with a nod to Sam and Bobby.
"Drink up then." Bobby sighed knowing that Dean was stalling a little.
"Good luck." Sam said softly as Dean took another sniff of the drink and nearly gipped again. Dean took one last look at his family and downed the whole cup in one go.
"Mozel -" Dean started to say when he dropped backwards onto the bed dropping the cup as well.
"Looks like it worked." Sam said as he moved Dean onto the bed better.
"Let's hope he doesn't get trapped in there too." Bobby sighed looking at the now completely peacefully body of Dean.
"Well I wasn't expecting this..." Dean said as he looked around...
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