I'd seen people die, died myself a few times too, but sat in the back of the van, I just couldn't move. I felt like all my muscles were made out of stone and no matter how hard I tried to rip my eyes away from Bobby I just couldn't. I was frozen in shock. Please god... don't let this be real...
"Bobby? Bobby? Hey, hey, hey hey. Hold on." Sam moved to the back seat to check on Bobby, I think the guys had given up trying to make me respond.
"Sam, is he dead?" Dean cried out as he drove.
"I'm checking." Sam cried out, checking Bobby's neck for any sign of life.
"Is he dead?" Dean snapped.
"Just drive, Dean! Bobby!" Sam said shaking Bobby a little.
"You gotta talk to me, Sam!" Dean said as he drove, he kept looking back to us. The boys seemed to be moving faster than I could keep up, almost as if I wasn't really there. Everything was a blur of voices and movement, yet my eyes were glued on Bobby.
"All right, he's breathing. There's a pulse." Sam replied as Dean pulled out his phone and called 911.
"Keep him upright. Stop the bleeding." Dean barked.
"I'm not an idiot, Dean! I know first aid for a friggin' bullet to the head!" Sam cried out as he sat Bobby up. "Megan? Megan I need you to help me? Can you hear me?" Sam asked looking at me. In the background I could hear Dean talking on the phone. "Megan!" Sam snapped at me and I blinked for the first time in years it felt like. I blinked a few more times and moved forward to help Sam.
"What do I need to do?" I asked, my voice horse and hardly there. My hands were shaking and I felt like I was going to throw up. I had only been in shock a few times in my life, but when it happened I fell apart completely.
"I need you to help keep him sat up right. I'll keep the pressure on, ok?" Sam asked glancing from me to Bobby.
"Sure. Sure." I mumbled. I was still kind of in shock but I was in hunters shock. It meant I went through all the actions I needed to do to survive, but I couldn't talk or even explain anything to anyone.
"I need the nearest trauma centre!" Dean snapped down the phone.
"Hold on. Hold on." Sam said all the worry and fear clear in his voice. I felt the warm, rich blood seep onto my hands and as I looked down something stirred within me, a feeling I hadn't felt in a long time. I closed my eyes and pressed down hard onto Bobby. Wake up, please let me wake up any minute. Please.
"What's the address?" Dean snapped before throwing the phone aside. "All right, Bobby, hang in there." Dean said as he accelerated.
We got Bobby to the hospital and the doctors placed Bobby onto a bed and wheeled him into a cubical. Still everything was moving so fast, it was hard to keep track of what they were doing to him.
"Page the neurosurgeon on call. Tell OR to put electives on hold." The doctor told a nurse as we fallowed the group of doctors and nurses around Bobby. "Move trauma 2 to bed 7 as soon as it's clean."
"Gunshot wound to the right frontal area, no exit wound found. Breathing spontaneously. Respiratory rate 18 and shallow. RST at 120. BP 90 over 60. GCS 5." The nurse started to explain to the doctor while we stood in shock watching them work on Bobby.
"Push 80 grams of Mannitol over 30. Prep for intubation." The Doctor replied.
"Air entry clear to bases." The Nurse stated after checking Bobby's throat.
"Let's get a central line in here now." The Doctor announced as we stood in shock, there was no better words for it. We, all three of us, were in total shock. Bobby was our rock, he wasn't supposed to get hurt, he was meant to live forever. Constantly calling us eijets and slapping us round the back of the head.
"What's happening? Please just tell us-" Sam pleaded with the staff working on Bobby. My eyes were glued on his lifeless body, a silent pray passing my lips as I watched helplessly.
"Get them out of here." The doctor barked at the nurse who turned to us with a sympathetic smile. I hated that smile. I'd seen it way too many times in my life, inside I felt a little piece of me break under that smile.
"Sorry. You need to stay out of their way." She said ushering us backwards while another nurse cut open Bobby's shirt.
"That's our uncle." Dean cried out pointing to Bobby. Dean's voice betrayed his true feelings of worry and sadness.
"You got to stay back." The nurse said more firmly.
"What are they doing?" Sam asked throwing her the big famous Winchester puppy dog eyes. The nurse caved under the look, pausing mid step so that we could still see what they were doing to Bobby.
"We need to get him stable." The nurse admitted sighing softly as she looked between Sam and Dean.
"Okay, when are you gonna take the bullet out?" Dean asked seriously.
"If we can get the swelling down, if it's in a place we can get to, if-" The nurse was explaining when Sam cut her off.
"If he even lives that long." Sam stated and the nurse gave us all a sad look before pulling the curtains shut across the door to the trauma room. Dean let out a exhausted sigh as he turned to face me and Sam.
"How did this happen? How did we get separated from Bobby?" Dean sighed out as he turned to face us. I looked to the floor, I had no answer and I felt like breaking down.
"Dean we've done all we can, we just need to-" Sam started to say softly.
"Need to what Sam? Sit here and watch him die?" Dean snapped at Sam and I looked up to see the hurt in Sam's expression. Dean shook his head looking away. "I, I didn't mean... I'm just..." Dean let his sentence die away. We knew exactly what he was feeling, we were all feeling it -helpless. Sam pushed the hair out of his face and turned to face me.
"Megan, how did you get Bobby's blood that high onto your shoulder?" Sam asked sounding confused.
"What? What blood?" I asked slightly dazed as we all looked at my shoulder. My leather jacket had a thick damp stain on the top of the shoulder. I put my hand and felt the blood on it, as I pulled my hand away I started to feel dizzy. I felt my knees go weak in a matter of seconds and the ground came rushing towards me. I felt Dean's arms wrap around my waist and catch me as I fell.
"She's been shot! Get someone Sammy!" Dean barked to Sam as Dean helped me down onto a chair and took a look at the stain himself. "When did you get shot?" He asked as I closed my eyes to stop the world from spinning.
"I... I don't... I'm shot?" I asked still very dazed. I felt a rush of heat wash over me and I was sure I was about to empty my stomach onto Dean.
"I think that falls done more damage." Dean said softly, brushing some loose hair away from my eyes. "Hey, you stay with me ok?" He said looking around for Sam.
"Sure... not planning on going anywhere." I smirked as I started to feel cold. I started to shiver slightly and I felt Dean hold me tighter.
Within ten minutes I was laid on a bed in another cubical. The nurse had helped me remove my top and Dean was stood holding onto my hand. I refused to let him go.
"Do you remember being shot?" The doctor asked flashing a light into my eyes. The light was bright and it hurt my eyes, I tried to move but I felt so weak.
"I don't... Bobby was shot." I said feeling really confused with my surroundings. The nurse and doctor shared a look. Sure enough there was plenty of blood on my shoulder.
"We're gonna need to clean this up fast. That's a lot of blood." The doctor said glancing to the nurse as he started to wipe away the blood.
"Excuse me, but I need you to step outside." The nurse said to Dean.
"I'm her husband!" Dean cried out, still holding my hand tight.
"I know sir, but we might need to operate in here, with you here there's risk of infection. Please, I promise to get you the moment you can come back in." The nurse said to Dean when suddenly I felt a sharp stinging pain in my shoulder. I cried out as the pain got worse.
"What the?" The doctor said speechlessly holding up his hands.
"What? What's happening?" Dean demanded to then looked down at my shoulder. "What?" He asked less shocked but just as confused as the doctor and nurse in the room.
"How, how is this happening doctor?" The nurse asked as the pain got really intense then stopped in a blink.
"Adrenaline?" The doctor asked in shock, everyone looked shocked.
"The bullet, it just... it came out by itself, it's... I mean I never..." The nurse stumbled over her words.
"She's still bleeding, we need to stitch her up." The doctor snapped out of his daze and started to stitch me up. They gave me some fluids and let Sam come back in.
"I want you to rest for a couple of hours, they we'll see about letting you go." The doctor said writing something on the chart.
"Do you know how our Uncle's doing?" Dean asked squeezing my hand.
"I don't, I'm sorry." The doctor said, before nodding to both brothers and walking out.
"What happened?" Sam asked looking from me to Dean.
"I was shot." I said plainly, but sounding like a three year old. The fluids they gave me had some pretty strong painkillers in them.
"And the bullet came out by itself." Dean added giving me a look. It was a mixture of annoyed and confused all rolled into one.
"By itself?" Sam asked in disbelief, he looked from Dean to me.
"Yeah, the docs are calling it an adrenaline response due to shock." Dean said looking down at me. "You know what this means right?" He asked looking down at me.
"Umm, maybe." I said biting my lip a little, the pain killers they gave me had kicked in and I felt like a three year old. I tried my best to look all sweet and innocent.
"You mean, she'd, your a-" Sam started to say connecting the dots.
"Wolf again. Let's hope the docs don't want to run any blood tests on her, I just don't know how we are going to explain the fact the stitches will have healed by the time she gets discharged." Dean sighed running a hand over his face.
"I'm sleepy." I announced to the pair who just turned to me and sighed.
"Get some sleep then baby." Dean said kissing my forehead as my head became heavy.
It's pitch black, the darkest night you could ever imagine. It's almost like being blind, but at least when your blind other sense kick in. The damp coldness seeps into your skin, a bone chilling cold that freezes you from the inside out. Hell has nothing on this place, your worst imagination couldn't possibly create a world like this. And you are completely alone. Well that's what they want you to think. They want you scared, alone, second guessing your own name. The pitch blackness isn't the worst, neither is the cold, it's the noise. The constant creeping noises. They surround you, yet at the same time you feel alone, isolated. They taunt you, constantly, just out of reach, just out of the realm of your senses, but you know they're there. You know it. And that's scarier than anything they can do to you. At least that's what you keep telling yourself.
I woke in a cold sweat in the hospital bed, it was still dark out, but I was alone in the room. For a good five minutes my heart raced as I had to remind myself that I was on Earth and things were usually as simple as they look. I noticed my top folded on the side, I climbed off the bed and pulled on the top, noticing the ache in my shoulder, I paused to look at it and remembered why I was in the hospital, and why Bobby was here too.
"Oh God, please, let Bobby be ok... Please." I sighed to myself as I got my things together and opened the door, my instincts kicked in and I walked down to where Sam and Dean was. Dean was stood looking out into nothing and Sam was leaning on a wall close by. Both of them looked like hell, I didn't even have to guess, I knew they hadn't slept. I knew they would have spent the night second guessing everything that happened with Dick and just what they could have done to get Bobby out safe.
"Hey guys, we herd anything yet?" I asked softly making the pair snap their heads over to me. I gave them a small smile and pushed my hands into my pockets.
"Megan, your up, you ok?" Sam asked pulling me into a hug, it was tighter than normal, but I knew why. He needed to hug someone, have them tell him it was going to be ok because there was only so much optimism one person could keep up alone. I wrapped my arms tightly around Sam and buried my head into his chest as we hugged. I felt a wave of grief hit me mixed with guilt and deep sadness. I wasn't sure if Bobby had kicked the bucket or if Sam was just being Sam and feeling everything so much. I gasped as we pulled apart, my eyes welling up as I gave him a sad smile.
"He's been touch and go most of the night." Sam said reassuringly, "But he's still with us."
"For now." Dean added and I turned to him, the anger was the first thing that I picked up from Dean, then the guilt and the grief. He was just plain mad at everything and anything. With good reason, he was trying to hold everything together and it was all falling down by his ears.
"I...I'm sorry I didn't keep a better look out for him." I stated as I walked over to Dean. He stared at me for a few minutes before looking away.
"How's your shoulder?" Dean asked changing the topic before the guilt consumed him.
"Hurts a little, but I'm fine." I admitted rolling the shoulder a little.
"How long have you known?" Dean asked as his eyes met mine. I shrugged, I knew what the question was, but the answer was difficult.
"I had some idea back when I woke from the dream root. But it wasn't until I woke up here I knew." I admitted softly.
"Why didn't you say something?" Sam asked softly. I turned to him and put my hands into my pockets.
"We had enough to deal with, me, maybe turning again, it's like a stuck tape, I knew how to cope with it." I admitted trying to defend myself from the boys.
"Like when you fell off the roof of the building?" Dean asked annoyed and I turned back to him. He was giving me his best poker face but his emotions were rolling off him. I think he was trying to pick a fight with me so he could be mad at someone for Bobby.
"I didn't know, I can't even remember what happened..." I admitted honestly, the whole thing was still blurry to me.
"You freeze again?" Dean asked coldly. A knot in my stomach formed as his eyes drilled into my soul.
"Dean, come on man, now is not the time." Sam sighed softly.
"No I think it is Sammy. I think if she hadn't froze on the top of the building and fought, Bobby wouldn't have been taken to Dick and we wouldn't be in this situation. So, did you freeze again?" Dean asked me bitterly. He was pissed and I was the unlucky bastard getting the brunt of it.
"I don't know Dean. But whatever happened, I would never put Bobby's life in danger, and we both know that." I said keeping my voice calm. Dean scoffed at me and tuned away. I took a deep breath and went to lean on the wall next to Sam. I knew Dean needed to get mad, he had to snap at someone, it was his way. Normally I would have been fine with it, but he wasn't the only one worried for Bobby. It hurt that he accused me of freezing and indirectly getting Bobby hurt. We stood in silence for a few minutes until the curtains to Bobby's room opened and a doctor walked out.
"He's, uh, stable for the moment. Just have to see." The doctor informed us as we moved closer to him. I caught Dean looking into Bobby's room. I noticed they had changed him and that he had a bandage around his head and put in a ventilator, if it wasn't for that I would have said he was just sleeping. Dean slowly turned to me and Sam and looked terrified. There was a few times in my life that I had seen Dean look like that, look like a lost little child. I prayed there was something we could do, but we all knew all we could do was wait and hope. Live Bobby you old drunk bastard, live.
We were stood just outside Bobby's room watching him, talking with the doctor from the night. Bobby had made it through the night, and I was just praying he would wake up.
"So, there's nothing else we can do?" Sam asked as we all looked from Bobby to the doctor.
"I'm sorry. We just have to wait. We'll see if the swelling goes down." The doctor explained looking at all three of us in turn. He gave me the same sympathetic smile doctors do when there's nothing else they can do.
"How long?" Dean asked clearing his throat.
"It's hard to say in cases like this." The Doctor admitted.
"Well, he's lasted this long. That's something, right?" Dean asked running a hand over his face. Both brothers looked exhausted and I knew neither would get any rest until they knew that Bobby was going to be ok.
"Well, yes. 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..." The doctor trailed off stealing a glance back at Bobby in the bed.
"They die." Sam said coldly. My heart caught in my throat at the mear mention that Bobby might die. It was one thing thinking it, another hearing it out loud.
"Right now it comes down to him. I'll keep you updated." The doctor said before walking away.
"He will make it out of this guys. He's strong." I said softly as the doctor walked away. Sam nodded half heartily, and if I was honest, I didn't even believe myself. I'd never known anyone survive a gun shot to the head. The only person who did was Luke/Channing and he turned back into a psycho killer Alpha werewolf.
"I-" Dean sighed looking broken when a man in a suit walked over to us.
"Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt. Is one of you Robert Singer's next of kin?" The man asked looking at all three of us. Dean nodded and walked off with the man as I just stood watching them talk.
"Hey you want a warm drink?" Sam asked as we watched the man talking with Dean.
"Yeah, get us all coffees please." I asked giving Sam a sad smile and rubbing his arm.
"He's just dealing, don't take it to heart, ok?" Sam asked me. I turned to him and gave him a warm smile.
"I know, go, get a bite to eat, I'll call if anything changes." I admitted and pushed Sam away. I took a deep breath as I turned and listened into the conversation Dean was having with the guy. In the space of talking to Sam I could sense thing were getting heated between Dean and the guy.
"Listen to me. I'm gonna say this once. He's not gonna die. It's one bullet. He's gonna be fine because he's always fine." Dean said threw grit teeth.
"I apologize." The man stuttered over his words and Dean got up and backed him up against a wall.
"Why are you talking to me like he's gonna die, huh? I do my job! Do your jobs! Save him!" Dean growled at the smaller man.
"Of course they're doing everything they can." The man said panicked. I started to move but I knew I wouldn't get there in time. Dean punched the glass covering a sign right next to the man's head. The man went drip white and froze to the spot.
"Walk away from me. Now!" Dean barked pointing towards me without looking. The man ran past me and I hurried to fallow Dean out of the hospital. Dean was walking faster than me, he was already pounding on a tinted window of a black car when I reached the top of the steps.
"What, did you come here to finish the job?" Dean asked as I rushed down the steps seeing Dick Roman inside. "Yeah? Well, come on. Right here, right now, out in the open, you and me, Dick Roman." Dean said backing away and holding his hands out to the people around who were recording it with their phones.
"Dean." I said softly as I reached him, but he didn't seem to care.
"See? Deciding to jump a famous guy ain't all upside. You can kill me right now – you want to see it online." Dean smirked as he lent closer to the car.
"Maybe you should go check on that friend of yours. He can't be feeling too frisky right about now. I'm a very good shot." Dick smirked at us. "How is your shoulder?" Dick asked turning to me. I tensed up and glared at the man, the anger Dean was giving off, overtook and fear I was feeling, and in that moment I was thankful for it.
"We're coming for you, and not just to hurt you – to kill you. You understand me?" Dean threatened, he was so mad that it was taking my breath away. It took everything inside me not to snap, change and rip apart the car Dick was in and have a good go at him. But it was what Dean needed, he needed to yell, get pissed at someone, and finally he got chance to do it to the right person.
"Come on, Dean. I can't be killed." Dick smirked smugly.
"You're gonna wish you could, then." Dean said threw grit teeth.
"That's some conviction. You'd really crush it on the motivational circuit." Dick laughed looking at Dean.
"You're either laughing because you're scared or you're laughing because you're stupid. I'll see you soon, Dick." Dean said pushing away from the car as Dick was driven away.
We sat on a bench just outside the entrance of the hospital in silence, I could still feel how guilt ridden Dean was feeling, how he was holding on by a thread, waiting for it to snap and let him fall into the abyss. He rubbed his palms into his eyes and let out a heavy sigh.
"I'm really messing this up." He said barely above a whisper.
"You're not." I said softly turning to face him, Dean was looking out into nothing.
"He's... he's like a father to me. I just... after my dad died, it was Bobby. He always treated me like a son, not a solider. He was the one I went to when I couldn't go on. He... he can't go, not yet. I still need him. I need his help." Dean explained still looking out into noting. I bit back the emotions of sadness Dean was giving off and cleared my throat. I knew tears were forming in my eyes but there wasn't anything I could do about them. Not in that moment.
"We don't know what's going to happen Dean." I said softly, putting my hand onto his knee and rubbing it slowly. It almost made Dean jump as he looked at my hand and then into my eyes.
"I'm sorry." He said with a broke voice. His eyes, they were the saddest shade of green I had seen in such a long time. It cut me up inside seeing him like that.
"You've got nothing to be sorry for. If... if I was faster, if I hadn't... if I knew what happened up there, I should have done more. Anything." I admitted sadly, glancing to our hands.
"I know you didn't freeze." Dean admitted putting his hand over mine.
"Didn't I? I mean how can you be sure?" I asked confused and upset, letting my own emotions rise to the surface.
"You fired your gun, I know that much." Dean admitted squeezing my hand. "And it was Bobby, you wouldn't let anyone hurt him."
"Dean... I just..." I wanted to tell him that I couldn't face the Leviathans, that the fear installed in me in Purgatory had pushed me to my limits. I looked into his green eyes and realised now wasn't the time. "I don't know what's going to happen to Bobby, but you, and Sam, you're not alone. I'll be here, not matter how crabby you get." I tried to joke but it came out deflated.
"Thank you Megan." Dean said pulling me into a hug.
Dean went to get a coffee while I sat in with Bobby. He was now laid in bed, motionless, just there. But I could feel him, feel his emotions. He was struggling, fighting against something that scared the crap out of him. I took Bobby's hand and closed my eyes, hoping, trying to pick up and what was scaring him so badly that he felt he had to run away from it. I concentrated as hard as I could and thought for a split second I saw something. I thought I saw a man with a pocket watch looking for Bobby, but the image was so fast that I wasn't sure. I opened my eyes and sighed.
"Just what the hell are you running from Bobby Singer?" I asked rubbing my thumb over his hand. A massive wave a guilt hit me from him and I was completely confused. "Push past all this Bobby, come on, wake up. Find us, find me and Sam and Dean. Listen to my voice Bobby, come on, come back." Bobby didn't move, nothing changed, he was still sending the guilty vibes to me. I sighed squeezing his hand. "You know... you die and I swear to god I'll... I will loose it. I'm on the edge Bobby. I, I can't fight the Leviathans, I mean, I remember ok. I remember every damn second of that hell. I remember the flesh being peeled from my skin, the damp, the darkness. I close my eyes and I'm right back there." I felt the tears fall onto my hand and brushed them away. "I can't tell Dean, he's... I mean he's on his last bit of rope. Sam is a walking mess, I think, he thinks I haven't noticed, but I can tell. We barely functioning at the best of times Bobby, you keep us going. You have always kept us together, not me, not Sam, not Dean, you. We need you old man. I need you. You've become, your a father to me, you watched over me for so long, longer then the boys know. I can't do this without you, I can't keep them together without you." The tears rolled down my cheeks as the lump in my throat got harder to ignore. "Wake, please, wake up." I begged when I herd loud voices outside Bobby's room. I got up and walked out to see Sam and Dean arguing.
"No, we're not gonna have that conversation!" Dean snapped as I walked out to them, trying to hide the fact I had been crying.
"Well, we need to." Sam replied sighing.
"He's not gonna die." Dean snapped as I walked over to them.
"He might." Sam admitted looking guilty at me and Dean. I knew he was only preparing for the worst, but I knew at the same time Dean didn't need to hear. He knew all to well that it could happen.
"Sam." Dean said firmly.
"Dean, listen – we need to brace ourselves." Sam said throwing him the puppy dog eyes then turning to me for help.
"Why?" Dean asked looking from Sam to me. Both brothers were feeling helpless and frustrated.
"Because it's real." Sam said firmly.
"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." Dean said, the emotion breaking in his voice as he turned and walked away from me and Sam. Dean reached the door and turned back to us, the raw pain was clear on his face as he turned and walked out of the hospital. Sam let out a heavy sigh, shaking slightly.
"I know you meant well Sam, but Dean knows deep down." I admitted rubbing his arm. "He just, he's not good at coping with these things."
"I know, I just... we should make plans. Do something. You know?" Sam asked as he looked down at me, almost in tears himself.
"I know Sammy. I do. Just, let me go talk to Dean, you going to be ok?" I asked rubbing his forearm.
"Yeah, yeah, go talk to him... I'll just sit down... there." Sam said pointing to a chair behind him.
"You sure Sam?" I asked softly.
"Yeah go." Sam said waving me off as he made his way to the chair. I sighed softly to myself, I was already feeling like I was letting everything fall apart. I took one last look at and Sam and made my way outside to find Dean again.
Sure enough I found him Dean lent against a car in the parking lot. The place was surprisingly empty and I said a silent prayer because I knew how crazy Dean could get when he lost someone. I walked over to him and gave me a sad smile.
"He's not going to die!" Dean said pointing to the hospital. "Sammy's got it all wrong!"
"Dean." I said softly, but Dean went into a full rant.
"He isn't Megan! He wouldn't leave us! Bobby wouldn't pack up shop and leave us when he knows how much we all need him ok?" Dean's voice began to crack more. "Bobby isn't my dad, he wouldn't quit on us, he wont leave me. I mean he knows how much I need him! He knows I can't do this without him. He wont leave, I can't, he..." Dean started to break down there in the parking lot. The tears fell down his cheeks as he shook his head. "Bobby isn't going to die. Megan, he can't, Bobby isn't going to die... please... please tell me he isn't going to die." Dean begged as he tried his best to pull himself together. Looking at him, it was like a dagger to the guts. I wanted so badly to take his pain away. I wanted to desperately to tell him that Bobby would be ok, that he'd wake up, they'd take the bullet out and we'd all live a happy long life. But I couldn't lie to Dean, I wouldn't. I closed the gap between us and wrapped my arms around his waist pulling him into a hug. Dean sobbed onto my shoulder as he wrapped his arms around me, holding onto me like I was the last solid thing in creation. I rubbed his back as I felt Dean break down on me.
"Let it out Dean." I said softly holding him closer to myself.
"He can't die... I don't know what to do if I loose him, I really... I need him." Dean said, his voice coming out as a broken, horse thing, a cross between a child and heartache.
"We all need him." I said softly holding back my own tears, I knew breaking down in front of Dean wouldn't help anything, no matter how much I needed to do it.
We sat out there for at least an hour, while Dean got control over his emotions again.
"You doing ok?" I asked softly as Dean wiped his face. He sighed and stood up turning to face me with a hand held out.
"Yeah, I just needed to vent... Look I'm sorry I've been a jackass to you and Sammy." Dean sighed as I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet.
"I know, it's ok. I mean, I get it." I admitted with a small smile. Dean pulled me into a tight hug.
"I just don't know what I'm going to do if we loose him." Dean admitted burying his head into my neck.
"We'll keep fighting. Just like we did for Ellen and Jo, Payton, Rufus, Karl, and every other soul that's fallen since we got into this mess. We'll fight for them." I sighed as we pulled out of the hug and Dean kissed me softly on the lips.
"I love you." He whispered as he rested his forehead against mine.
"I love you too." I said with a small smile. Once he was ready we walked back into the hospital to find nurse's trying to move Bobby. They were busy fussing round him and Sam was stood to the side watching it all.
"What's happening?" I asked looking at the nurses.
"They're going to try and take the bullet out." Sam said smiling at me Dean.
"What? You can do that now?" Dean asked in shock looking at the nurses.
"He's showing signs of responsiveness. If you want to see him, I'd squeeze in there quick." One of the nurses said smiling at us. It was the first piece of good news we had got in what felt like a lifetime. We rushed into Bobby's room huddling down one side of the bed, Sam, then me and Dean stood behind me. It was great news that they were going to take the bullet out, it gave us all hope that he was going to wake up. We all stood there looking at him, none of us knew really what to say, or do.
"Sorry. We need to get moving." One of the nurses said looking at us.
"Right. Yeah." Sam said looking at us then down to Bobby. "Hey, um... Bobby, um, hey..." Sam said taking Bobby's hand. "Just... thanks... for everything." Sam said giving Bobby's hand a small pat.
"All right. Please step back." The nurse said with a small smile.
"Yeah." Dean replied taking my shoulders and pulling me back with him. As we all started to move back Bobby raised his hand and opened his eyes.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, stop. His eyes are open." Sam cried out as a heavy weight lifted from my heart.
"Bobby?" Dean asked surprised.
"Hey." Sam smiled putting his hand on Bobby's shoulders.
"Been waiting for you to wake up." I smirked softly. Bobby removed his respirator covering his mouth and nose, as Sam took Bobby's hand again.
"What – don't talk. Don't talk. A pen – I-" Dean said looking around the room and grabbing Bobby's chart that had a pen in, from the bottom of his bed. "Here. Here, here, here." Dean said passing the pen to Sam, who in turn gave it to Bobby.
"What is it?" I asked as Bobby wrote 45489 on Sam's hand while he took deep laboured breathes. Once Bobby had finished he just smiled at all of us.
"Eijets." Bobby managed to say before his head fell back onto the pillow and he closed his eyes. Suddenly the machines around him started to beep and I felt sick. Bobby was dying right in front of our eyes and there wasn't a single thing we could do to help.
"Bobby? Hey!" Dean cried out as the nurse hit the panic button and asked us to leave the room.
We stood just outside the room and could see everything they were doing to revive him. The machines were still doing they horrible death screech. Dean had hold of one of my hands and Sam had hold of the other. I stood in the middle of the two Winchesters and closed my eyes, saying one last big prayer. God, don't you dare let this man die! After all the cleaning up of your mess he's done! Don't you dare take him away from us. From me. We need him. I need him. Don't... don't let this happen... please...
As I prayed I felt a sudden feeling of calmness wash over me. I knew it was coming from Bobby and I knew what it meant. No! No come on Bobby, now isn't your time... Please... As the feeling hit me I saw an image, a clear image appear in my mind and I understood.
Bobby was walking into the kitchen, he looked exhausted but proud of himself. He sighed softly before Dean yelled.
"You micro-brewing in there, or what? Come on – we got a lot of Chuck Norris to get through. Let's go!" Dean cried from the living room. Bobby smirked to himself as he opened the fridge and took out four beers. Suddenly a man appeared, the man I saw before, the man with the pocket watch. I knew who he was, he was a Reaper.
"Nice move, waking up like that." The Reaper said tipping his head to Bobby.
"Motivation's a mother." Bobby smirked slightly sarcastically.
"You know why it's dark out there, don't you? 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 own good, Bobby, let go. They'll be okay without you." The Reaper explained holding his hand out to Bobby.
"Last memory, huh?" Bobby asked and the Reaper nodded. "Glad I saved the best for last." Bobby replied before walking back into the living. As he walked in Dean sat down with the remote in his hands. I was squeezed on the edge with Sam in the middle eating popcorn. I remembered the night well and it made me smile a little.
"All right, scoot, jerk-face. Show your elders some respect." Dean muttered to Sam.
"You scoot, ass-hat." Sam replied flipping a piece of popcorn to Dean.
"Yeah, how about you both move and let me and Bobby sit on the couch huh?" I asked shaking my head at the pair. Bobby passed Sam the beers.
"Heaven." Sam smirked as he set the beers down in front of me and Dean. Dean snatched the the plastic bag out of my hands.
"Hey! I was looking in there!" I said throwing a cushion at Dean as he routed through the bag.
"Did we get licorice?" Dean asked totally ignoring me, and turning to Sam. I pouted as Bobby sat down and just watched us.
"No, we did not get licorice. We got good snacks. Licorice is disgusting." Sam said with a mouthful of popcorn. I saw Bobby smile slightly at the scene in front of him.
"What?" I cried out to Sam with a disapproving look on my face.
"I'm sorry. I didn't quite understand that, uh, Mr. Peanut-Butter-and-Banana Sandwiches?" Dean teased as Sam looked at the both of us like we were insane.
"You know what? I stand by that sandwich. Nobody likes licorice. I-it's – it's made of dirt." Sam argued smirking slightly.
"It is a classic movie food. It's right up there with popcorn." Dean argued back.
"Popcorn? Really?" Sam scoffed.
"Yes." Dean said with a nod.
"I'd say it was better!" I said poking my tongue out at Sam.
"You're out of your mind. You're both out of your minds! No wonder you get on so well!" Sam teased as our images started to fade.
"What – it's like little chewy..." Dean started to say as we disappeared and all you could hear was our voices. "... pieces of heaven."
"Oh, chewy pieces of heaven if you're a girl." Sam teased.
"Right here Sam." I added.
"I meant..." And all our voices faded away. It left Bobby sat in a chair looking up at the Reaper who had his ticking watch open. He glanced at it then looked to Bobby.
"Well, Bobby? Stay or go – what's it gonna be?" He asked plainly.