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Uhm… sorry?... I really had no time… So much happened… I finally have my driver's licence and our theatre-performances were amazing… whatever… here is the last chapter of my story.
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Uncle Bobby
"Holy crap… Bobby… you scared the crap out of us…" Dean stood in front of the hunter's bed, watching him, all the tubes in his mouth and nose. The youth's hand twitched, not able to touch the older man's arm. "Please survive that… Bobby… We need you… honestly…" Dean swallowed, glancing at the door briefly. His father was talking to the doctor. Sam was with him, since the boy had fallen asleep on one of the uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room, while the doctors had worked on Bobby.
Dean needed to see Bobby, when the doctors came out again.
"Hey Dean… how are you?" John greeted his son, with Sam in his arms. Dean eyed his sleeping, little brother, whose exhaustion had finally dragged him down.
Dean nodded, shrugging at the same time, his eyes still lingering on his little brother. Sam's breathing was still shuddering, even in his sleep, he had probably a nightmare.
"Dean… " John lifted Dean's head with his right forefinger on his son's chin, after settling Sam down on another chair. "Try to sleep… because… honestly… you look like crap."
"Same to you… old man…" It was a lame joke and there was no fun behind it. Dean didn't feel like it.
"Yeah… I know…" John patted Dean's cheek. "Go to sleep… I'm gonna try, too."
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Dean paced around in the room, his eyes wandering from Bobby on the bed, to his little brother on the nearest chair, to his father, who was sleeping on another chair. He would go insane if nothing happened.
Suddenly he heard a grunt from the other side of the room. "Bobby" Dean turned around on his heels, heading over to the man. Bobby was blinking, slowly focusing on the youth in front of him.
"Oh… gosh…" Dean's breath quickened. Bobby smiled at him weakly, lifting his hand, closest to Dean to cup the boy's cheek into it.
"You look okay, boy…" Bobby thumbed away a tear, which made his way over Dean's cheek. "What happened? How did we get out?"
"Long story… how are you feeling." Bobby looked so week, pale like a ghost.
"I don't know… I think I've already felt better" Bobby winced when he made a small move, a shade of green appearing around his nose.
"Should I call a nurse or…" Dean couldn't complete his question when he was interrupted.
"Bobby… How are you, my friend?" John asked kindly, standing up from his seat, walking over to the bed.
"My friend? Have you taken wrong drugs? You're never calling me this." Bobby chuckled, leaving a dumbfounded look on John's face. "I'm okay… don't worry." Bobby assured, when nobody else laughed. "I'm gonna live."
"I hope so…" John responded. "I would hate to search another nanny for the boys."
Dean smiled, seeing the two men talking like that. He stood up and walked over to his little brother. "Sammy… look who's awake." The older brother ran a hand through Sam's hair to the neck of the younger boy, leaving his hand there.
The younger boy opened his eyes, leaning into his brother's touch. Dean smiled fondly, when his brother looked at him tiredly. "Hey… come on… get up… Bobby's awake."
Sam locked eyes with Dean for a moment, before he looked towards the bed. "Bobby…" He greeted the old hunter, getting up.
"Hold on a second Sammy… not so rough." John laughed, moving both arm around his sons torso, who looked like he wanted to attack the bed without slowing down. "Bobby's not the healthiest man in town."
"Aw… John… leave him alone." Bobby moved his arm slightly, inviting the boy to sit down on the edge. Sam hopped onto the bed, a smile on his lips, after his father had released him. Bobby smiled at the boy, patting his cheek gently.
"Bobby… we want to leave the hospital as soon as possible, so take another nap." John ordered, sitting down again on the chair, Sam had left.
Bobby made a face that the two brother could see, sticking out his tongue at John for talking like that… but he obeyed anyway, feeling tired beyond believe.
Sam smiled a happy smile at his big brother.
Dean nodded… when Sammy could smile like that, with his dimples visible, it would be okay again.
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A few days later at Bobby's
"Hey Bobby… you need anything?" Dean asked the older man, who was laying on the couch.
"Yeah… go and fetch the silver book on the shelf." Bobby pointed at it, smiling a little at the boy. Dean obeyed immediately, gripping the book, handing it to the hunter, but Bobby refused taking it, shaking his head.
"It's for you…" He smiled. "Read it."
Dean frowned, looking at the title. Sun of Asdaryn read the bold-printed letters. "Bobby…" Dean sighed. "I don't wanna… I mean… I can't…."
"You're gonna make yourself sick, boy… I just wanna prove it to ya that he's okay, where he is… and trust me… he's back there." Bobby hit his forefinger against the cover.
"It's my fault that he couldn't stay here… I've killed him… and I can't just take that book and read through it, knowing that he is… in… in… a book." Dean had his eyes fixed on the book, thinking about everything.
"Just take the book with you… I've read it already…" Bobby smiled, nodding to the staircase.
Dean bit his lip, but actually left with the book.
"Page 116" Bobby yelled after Dean. "His first appearance." Dean smiled at himself.
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When the two other Winchesters went to bed a few hours later, they found Dean in the bigger bed, laying on his belly, a hand on the open book. John smiled at his sleeping son, picking up the book. His son wasn't really fond in reading, but it seemed like he had read over the half of the thick book.
Sam looked up at his father. "Do you think Nika is okay?"
"Well… Considering what Bobby said, he's better than okay at the end of the book… so… I think, this hunt went perfect…" John smoothed the blanket back over Dean's torso. "Go to sleep, Sam…"
Sam nodded, getting snuggling down in the bed beside his brother, falling asleep quickly.
John let out a breath.
They needed a vacation.
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Okay… that was the end… I guess…
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