Chapter 8

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.

God, my head's fuckin' killing me; what's goin' on now?

"Hey, Dean, how you feeling?"

"Daa."

"Yeah, I'm right here."

Something's touching my arm. My hands are cold.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier."

"Where…" Yuck, what died in my mouth? "Wha' happen?"

"You were in surgery." A hand touches the side of my head. "The swelling went down enough that the doctors could reattach a piece of skull they removed."

"I don' have a skull?" Wait…that doesn't sound good. "But….my brain gonna get out." Did I seriously just say that? Fuck, what kind of drugs do they got me on?

Dad's laughing. "It's okay, Dean. They put it back."

I'm all floaty….I'm on a float….afloat. Heh, that's fun to say; afloat, afloat, afloat, aflort…flort…I florted. Dude, I'm so fuckin' high right now.

"You've completely lost your damn mind!" Bobby sounds pissed. "Demon huntin' is never a solo gig! Any hunter worth a damn knows this!"

"I didn't know there was going to be five of them." Dad's voice is by the doorway. "It was supposed to just be the one demon. None of the signs pointed to any more than that."

"You knew." Bobby sounds ready to kill. I don't think I want to hear this. "I always thought you were a hard-ass on your boys, John, but I never thought you'd stoop to this."

"I had to."

"Get out."

"Dean's was tied into its plans somehow, Bobby. I had to know how." Why does Dad sound like he's trying to weasel out of something? "I read the signs wrong; it was supposed to be just the one demon."

"You son of a bitch."

"You're not their father, Bobby. You don't under-."

I think Dad just got punched out. That thud didn't sound pleasant.

"Mister Singer, is everything all right in here?"

"Get security to drag that drunk-assed piece of shit outta my sight."

"Sir?"

"My brother ain't allowed anywhere near my nephew's room anymore. Hear me?"

"Yes, sir."

Bobby told me his half of what happened.

After that bitch Shax took me, he trailed us for almost three states. I guess I was being hauled around in a semi, or something, and now I'm in some hospital in Illinois.

He called up Reverend Jim and Caleb; they stormed the warehouse and rescued my ass.

Bobby said that I died about three or four times; twice on the way to the hospital, and a couple times in the surgery.

Thing that hurts, though, is that Dad knew it was a trap from the get-go. He fucking knew! He set me up because he wanted information on what the demon was trying to do.

Worst part is that the ritual nearly worked; they traced Sam's location to somewhere in California. Whatever these demonic sons of bitches want with Sam, they know how to find him now.

Did dad know Sammy was the target all along? Is he setting my brother up, too? Damn it; I need to get to Sam. Maybe that'll draw dad out and I can find out what the fuck he's up to. Shit, now I'm thinking like the bastard. Great.

Sam does need to know that demons are after him, though.

"Dean, you all right?"

"Is it wrong that I kinda understand why Dad did it?"

"There's a difference between understandin' the man's motivation and just rollin' over to accept it as all right."

"I…I'm his son, Bobby." Great, I'm gonna start sniffling now. "Why did he do this to me?"

"All he sees right now is how close he is to finally getting revenge." Bobby's staring out the window. "Look, I never did like the way that son of a bitch treated you boys, and that's why I tried to stick around in your lives like I did. Saw him draggin' you two tykes around, treatin' you like…like extra tools, and I had to do something. So…I went outta my way to befriend the bastard; if he even understands the concept. Or, maybe he just sees me as another one of his valuable human assets. Either way, it got you two away from him for a bit."

I don't know what to say to that. Bobby's been savin' my life….my whole life. "What happens now?"

"When you get outta here, get Sam and stick together. Those demons aren't gonna drop it just 'cause they don't know his exact location. Don't split up, either. John'll use that and somethin' like this'll happen again."