Chapter 7

Author's Note: I don't own anything of Supernatural, except for the DVDs. That's it. I am making no money from this; I'm simply experimenting with writing styles.

"Clear!"

OW. What in the fuck is that?

"Dean, stay with me, son."

Bobby? When did he get here?

"Don't you quit on me, boy."

There's a light again, it feels warm. I wanna sleep so bad right now.

"No, Dean, don't close your eyes. Stay focused, son."

I can't see where Bobby is, but he sounds close. "Bobby?"

Somethin' warm and rough's on my shoulder. "Right here, kid."

"Whaddya mean, you can't?" Bobby sounds really angry. "I don't care how close you are to findin' the bastard! Get your ass here!"

I can see, kind of, but it's hard. Things are fuzzy and it's…I'm tired. Looking at…a Bobby-shape blob. Tired. Pressure in my throat hurts and I'm so fuckin' tired.

"Your son is in critical condition, John!"

Sammy's hurt? Why am I just lyin' here? I gotta get to him!

The Bobby shape is moving closer. "Dean, calm down. Calm down, you're gonna be okay, just calm down."

"Sssaagggaaahhh!" Something in my mouth is in the way. What is that thing?

Why is my arm all tingly? Heh, it's gonna float away. That feels funny.

"Dean?"

Light…flash…Ow. "Goway."

"Calm down there, idjit, let the doctors do their test."

Bobby's here again. I like it when he's here; it's safe.

"Dad?" Where…I have to tell him something. It's important. "I need…tell him we all live inna yellow submarine."

"Easy." Bobby's pushing me back into the bed. "He's comin' soon."

I have to grab his shirt to keep from falling. "Sammy's….he's a yellow submarine!"

"I know." He helps me lay back better. "Shhh, relax."

"We all live in a….Sammy! I need…submarine…yellow submarine."

Bobby's not so blurry anymore and I can see him clearer up close. I think he's scowling. "Doc, he's not makin' much sense."

I don't understand. How can he not understand that Sammy's in danger? I have to make him know. "Bobby….Sammy is in a submarine! Have to….save a yellow….submarine."

"It's probably a result of the head trauma; it might clear up as the swelling goes down." A different man-blob is leaning in, but I don't know him. "I can't make any promises, though, Mister Singer. This might also be a permanent condition."

"He's stabilizing, Mister Singer, but these injuries have taken a huge toll on his body. He's exhausted."

"Dean's a stubborn kid; he'll pull through."

The man who isn't Bobby is laughing. "If he can make it through the next two days, he'll be out of the woods."

How did I get in the woods? I didn't see trees or anything. Just…lots of white squares with holes in them. That's not woods.