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Flat line

Dean trembled heavily when he finally reached John, the walking took honestly more effort than he thought with his bleeding side. His father was barley breathing, but he was alive.

"Hold on dad." Dean begged, when he heard the door shut, when Sam stepped out of the apartment to look where they were. Dean bit his lip, leaning down to brush his lips quickly against his father's forehead. "Please." To keep up the male façade he patted John's chest lightly, gulping hard.

Wincing in pain, Dean had trouble to breath, his side protesting. His vision blurred, when he swayed lightly. Sam had to come soon, he wouldn't make it any longer.

Bobby was still on the ground of the small room, next to the main room. Dean felt like throwing up, when he saw this man lay there. "Bobby…" He let himself down beside the man, a hand on the older man's throat, feeling for the pulse. There was none.

"No… come on… not now…" Dean begged, when he felt himself slip into unconsciousness.

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"We're in a Dover Road… in Billings…" Sam said, coming back into the apartment. "It's snowing and damn cold so I think we're in Montana… Dean… I need your" cell phone… Sam became frightened when his brother didn't approach him, like he would under normal circumstances.

"Dean?" The eleven year old boy yelled, heading to the other room.

"Dean" He cried, letting himself fall in front of his brother, his hands ghosting over his brother's sweaty face. "No… no… no… please…" He begged, sobbing.

He needed help.

'Billings… Dover Road….'

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Dut… dut… dut… dut… dut…

Dean stirred, hearing the monotone sound. When he moved ever so slightly, though, he felt the unbearable pain in his side, what made him remember the recent events.

Immediately the youth was wide awake, opening his eyes and sitting up straight, ignoring the pain in his side. He was in a hospital room, the white walls restricting him. He needed to go out… he needed to know what happened to Nika, he needed to know whether Bobby was alive, he needed to know whether his dad was okay and he needed to apologize to his brother for leaving him alone back there.

When he tried to move his legs out of the bed, a weight on them stopped him. Taken aback, he looked at his feet and saw his little brother curled around them on top of the blanket. Dean shook his head affectionately.

"Hey Sammy… kiddo… wake up…" He gently ran a hand through Sam's hair. "You are cutting off the blood supply to my feet."

"D-Dean…" Sam looked up, startled. "I'm sorry…" He apologized, sitting up, giving his brother's feet free, but when he tried to jump of the bed, Dean held him back.

"It's okay… where are Bobby and dad?" Dean asked, examining his brother. Sam looked unhurt, though his eyes were puffy and red-rimmed. Dean couldn't blame him, though, since Sam has been alone back there.

Sam looked at his brother, tears pooling again in his eyes, he tried to shrug, but a sob whacked his body. Dean didn't need another answer, moving closer to Sam, wrapping him in a tight embrace, rocking him gently.

"They're gonna be okay…" Dean reassured, his chin on Sam's top, caressing his little brother's hair.

They needed to wait… but it would be easier together. For both of them.

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"Hey Dean…" A gentle voice whispered and a soothing hand stroked his hair back. He was aware of his little brother, still lying in his arms. The youth wanted to cry when he heard the voice of his father.

"Dad" He opened his eyes, looking up into his father's eyes. John had tears in his eyes when he leaned down, both arms tightly around Dean's chest. Dean winced in pain when he his father connected with his wound.

"Damned boy…" The message of his father stood in contrast to the way John delivered it. His voice was thick with affection and comfort, when he held Dean tightly, a hand gently fisting his son's hair. "Don't do that ever again, attacking the woman, who is holding the dagger…" Dean couldn't answer anything, a lump in his throat, while he was embracing his father with one arm, his other hand on his brother's chest.

"Dad… Dean…" A smaller voice yawned.

Dean nearly chuckled, when Sam realized that it was really their father who was sitting here. "Dad!" Sam repeated louder, jumping up on the bed to hug his two family members at the same time.

Dean let out a deep breath, he didn't know that he was holding, his forehead against his father's shoulder and his hand brushing over Sam's back.

"Mister Barnett, I'm sorry, I don't want to interrupt this." A doctor knocked on the open door, making John break the hug. Sam sat down beside his brother, smiling a little. But the smile faded when he saw the facial expression of the doctor. "It's because of your brother…"

"What happened?" John asked, standing up. Dean and Sam immediately knew that the men were referring to Bobby.

"I'm sorry… but… there were complications. We don't know whether he will survive the night…" The doctor responded. "I would suggest you say goodbye."

"Noo…" Dean shook his head, shaking his head at the man, who was looking sorrowful. John ran his hand through his hair, while Sam was beginning to cry into his father's hip.

"You want to see him?" The doctor folded his hand in front of his chest, tying to ignore the men's emotions, feeling awkward.

"Of course" John nodded, taking Sam's hand in his, too weak to carry him. Dean was following close.

"When he survives the night, it's more than possible that he's gonna make it… I'm sorry…" The doctor talked quietly, when they arrived at the room.

Bobby was laying on the bed and when John went over to the bed, the oldest Winchester covered his mouth, seeing his best friend like this, not breathing by himself. "Bobby Singer… don't you dare doing that… don't you die on us…" John pressed through his gritted teeth.

Sam sobbed climbing on the bed, sitting there crossed-legged. "Bobby… please…" He begged, shaking the older hunter's leg.

"Don't… don't Sammy…" Dean gripped his brother's hand, pulling him close, when Sam fought him, crying hysterically. "Sam… Sammy." He repeated louder, both arms tight around Sam's upper body, jamming his hands between his own arms and Sam's chest, his eyes always lingering on Bobby, silent tears running down his cheeks.

First Nika… now Bobby… that wasn't fair.

Suddenly the line on the heart monitor went flat, and a long peep was audible, doctors storming into the room, pushing the Winchester outside.

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By the way… I won't be able to update too soon, since my theatre-class have our performances the next few nights…