A/N: And now we're onto Dream A Little Dream Of Me! Hope you guys like it :D


Dean zipped the duffel bag up on the table, looking around the motel room to see if he had picked everything up and he had. He walked over to the bathroom, where inside Liz huddled by the toilet, "You about done there?" He asked, but he was answered by Liz putting her head back into the toilet and barfing. Dean sighed, shaking his head, but then his attention was brought to his phone ringing from his pocket. He turned around and walked away from the bathroom, pulling his phone out and putting it up to his ear, "Hello?" He asked, trying to ignore hearing Liz barfing in the bathroom behind him.

"Excuse me, but is this Mr. Sniderson?" A woman's voice came from the other line.

"Um, yeah, this is Mr. Sniderson." Liz perked her head up, eyebrow raised hearing Dean. She stood up, flushed the toilet, then walked out of the bathroom and crossed her arms, "What?" Dean asked, Liz tilted her head, hearing his voice sounding shocked, "Where?" Dean nodded, "Okay, okay. Thanks. I'll be there." Dean said, before closing the phone.

"Dean, what's wrong?" Liz asked, as Dean turned around.

"Bobby's in the hospital... In a coma." Liz's eyes widened, quickly running over to the duffel bag on the table, but Dean ran over and held his hands out to stop her, "Hey. Woah there, tiger. Calm down." He said, seeing that Liz was beginning to freak out, he then took the duffel from her.

"Calm down?" Liz asked, as Dean sighed, knowing what was coming, "You're telling me to calm down?!" Liz screamed, Dean lifted his eyes up, "Dean, Bobby is in a coma!"

"I know, but think about the baby." He said, not trying to yell. Sure, he didn't know a lot about pregnancy but, he knew for one thing that it was bad for the woman to get overstressed.

Liz breathed in, knowing that she had to be calm, even with as difficult as it was for her since she had just found out her uncle was in a coma, she had to be calm, "Alright." She nodded, "You're right."

"Now, go brush your teeth because your breath stinks. Then we'll head out." He said, as a joke of course, but her breath was quite raunchy from after her puking. Liz quickly looked up at Dean with a glare, then she hit him hard on the arm, "Ow!" He yelled, quickly using his other hand to rub where Liz had just hit him, she smirked and then turned around and walked back to the bathroom, "And make sure you go to the bathroom now because we're not gonna stop every ten minutes for you to pee!"

"Hey! How about you try having a uncontrollable bladder!" Liz retorted from the bathroom, Dean laughed and shook his head with a smile. It was still hard dawning to him that him and Liz were actually going to have a baby together. After all the years they've known each other, they were now expecting their first child. The only thing that he hated about the whole thing was that he was going to Hell in a few months and he wouldn't be able to be there when their child would be born.

That dug at him inside, knowing that. Knowing that he wouldn't be there to hear the cries of life from their child after being brought into the world. No. He would be in Hell, being tortured. He wouldn't be able to experience cutting the umbilical cord, or holding the child for the first time. All he would be able to experience would be watching Liz's stomach grow as their child grew inside of her, maybe he'd get a chance to feel it kick before his time was up, but that was probably all he'd be able to experience and that was just the worst feeling he ever felt.

"Dean?" Dean turned around, to see Liz standing there in the bathroom entrance looking a slight bit concerned, "You alright there?" She asked, seeing he was staring off to space in deep thought and she had a feeling of what he was thinking about.

Dean nodded, but then looked to the ground, "Yeah." Liz gave him a half smile and he looked back up to her, "You ready?"

"Yeah." Dean gave her a smile, then watched as she walked over to where her duffel bag laid on the floor to pick it up, but then Dean walked over and picked it up instead.

Liz stood up and raised an eyebrow at him, "I'll pack everything in the cars, you can go get Sam and Elle." He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She looked at him confused as he parted and gave her a smile and then turned around and walked out carrying the two duffel bags. She sighed, then walked over and grabbed her jacket on the chair and put it on, as she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.

xxxxxx

"Okay, thank you." Liz looked over to her sister as Gabrielle got off the phone, while the girls drove down the road behind the Impala.

"Well?" Liz asked, she had been worried about who was watching Robby or where he even was since Dean had told her that Bobby was in Pennsylvania.

"The doctor said Bobby didn't have Robby with him when the paramedics had came, that it was only him in the room and no baby." Gabrielle replied, as she dialed a number on her phone, "I'll call Sheriff Mills, see if Bobby had asked her to take care of him." She said, trying to assure Liz and not have her freak out about Robby missing in action, "More than likely he's got her watching Robby for him, he always does when he goes on his own hunts. So, calm down and don't get yourself over worked up."

"Gabby, how can I not? Bobby is in the hospital, in a coma, and my son is no where to be found!" Liz snapped, she tried not to freak out too much over this because she knew it wasn't good for the baby, but her other baby was currently missing in action and her motherly ways were getting the best of her wanting to know that her son was safe.

"Liz just-oh, Jodie, it's me Elle!" Liz shifted her eyes over to Gabrielle, "Yeah, Gabrielle Corvelle. Hey, um do you by any chance have Liz's son Robby with you?" Liz darted her eyes back to the road, but continued to listen to Gabrielle's conversation, "You do?" Gabrielle chuckled, "Oh yeah, you see Bobby didn't tell Liz and Liz is here freaking out over where Robby is at the moment." Liz snorted, "Yeah, we'll be back in a few days. We have a big family problem to deal with at the moment." She lied, "Okay, thanks big time...alright, we'll see you, bye." Gabrielle closed her phone then turned to Liz, "Are you better now? I told you that Jodie more than likely was watching Robby."

Liz sighed, she was better knowing that Robby was safe with the sheriff, now she only worried about Bobby, "I'm still worried about Bobby, though."

Gabrielle nodded her head, looking out the window at the scenery as it went by, "Yeah, so am I."

xxxxxx

Liz, Dean, Sam, and Gabrielle stood by Bobby's bedside in the hospital room. The girls found it hard to bare seeing Bobby like this, "So what's the diagnosis?" Sam asked, seeing as the girls were too emotional at the moment as they looked down at their dying Uncle.

"We've tested everything we can think to test. He seems perfectly healthy." The doctor answered, Liz raised an eyebrow and looked over at him.

Liz scoffed, "You know, except for the fact that he's in a coma."

"Mr. Sniderson, you're his emergency contact. Anything we should know? Any illnesses?" The doctor asked Dean, pretty much ignoring Liz's comment.

Dean shook his head, "No, he-he never gets sick. I mean, he doesn't even catch a cold."

Gabrielle nodded her head, "He's probably the most healthiest person I know." She added.

The doctor looked over at Gabrielle, "And you are?"

"His niece and he's raised me since I was about ten months old." Gabrielle answered, then she pointed over to Liz, "And that's my sister." She then turned back to look at the doctor, "Our parents died when we were young, he was the only family we had left. We know more about him than anyone else on this entire planet."

The doctor nodded, "I understand and I'm very sorry."

"Please, tell me you can do something to help him." Liz asked, pleading. She couldn't lose Bobby. He had raised her since her parents death. She'd already lost too many people close to her and she would be losing Dean soon, she couldn't have someone else leave her.

"No. We can't at the moment."

"There must be something!"

"Lizzie." Dean stressed, looking over at her and giving her a look. Liz huffed, crossing her arms and looked away.

The doctor sighed, "Look, I'm sorry, but we don't know what's causing it... so we don't know how to treat it. He just... went to sleep, and didn't wake up." Liz and Gabrielle both looked to their Uncle and Sam and Dean looked at each other, "I'll leave and give you all a moment." The doctor said, before nodding his head to them and walked out of the room.

Liz pulled up a chair from the corner of the room and sat down next to Bobby's bedside. Dean frowned, then rubbed her shoulder, "Hey, Sam and I are going to go check out the motel room. See what we can find." He then knelled down and Liz turned to look at him, "We'll find a way to get him out of this. Alright?" Liz gave him a sad smile and Dean leaned in and kissed her forehead, then stood up and turned to Sam, "Come on, let's go see what we can dig up." Sam nodded, looking back over at Liz giving her a half smile and then he turned and hugged Gabrielle before leaving the room with Dean.

Gabrielle sighed, turning around to grab another chair and pulled it up next to Liz, as Liz reached over and took Bobby's hand, "Hey Bobby, we're going to get you out of this. Okay? Sam and Dean are going to find a way how. You're going to be alright. You're not dying on either of us. Not now." She tried to speak to Bobby, hoping that maybe he could still hear them.

Gabrielle nodded her head, "You stay strong, Bobby. You hear us?" She said, as she reached out her hand and held his hand, as Liz did as well, "We're not going to lose you too."

xxxxxx

Sam opened the door to Bobby's motel room and walked in, Dean trailed in right behind, "So, what was Bobby doing in Pittsburgh?" Sam asked, as they all walked into the room.

"Beats me, but he could've called and let Lizzie know; she's got enough stress on her shoulders right now." Dean replied, as he shut the door and walked towards a different part of the room, seeing if he could find any newspapers or printed off pages or at least anything that would help them with saving Bobby.

"Yeah, well he didn't know about you guys expecting. Not his fault." Sam said, as he took a different part of the room.

Dean scratched the back of his head, "He still should've called and let her know what he was doing here."

"Well, he must've been working on a job here, right?" Sam asked, as he walked over to some drawers and pulled out the coverts to see that it was empty.

"Well, you think there'd be some sort of sign of something, you know?" Dean replied, as he opened a different drawer to find it was empty as well, "Research, news clippings... " Dean trailed, as he stood up and Sam turned to the closet, "Or a frigging pizza box or a beer can." Dean said, walking to a different part of the room, as Sam opened the closet door and turned the light on. Dean heard the click of the light turning on and turned around.

"How 'bout this?" Sam asked, as he moved Bobby's clothes to reveal on the wall behind them news clippings, maps and pictures. Exactly what they had been looking for.

Dean chuckled, "Good old Bobby, always covering up his tracks."

"You make heads or tails of any of this?" Sam asked, as he tried to skim at all the papers.

Dean moved in and grabbed one of the papers off of the wall and then they looked at it, ""Silene capensis", which of course means absolutely nothing to me."

"Here, obit." Sam said, as he took another paper off of the wall and read it, "Dr. Walter Gregg, 64, university neurologist."

"How'd he bit it?"

"Um.. actually, they don't know. They say he just went to sleep and didn't wake up."

Dean took the paper from Sam to read it for himself, "That sound familiar to you?"

"Alright, um... So let's say Bobby was looking into the doc's death. You know, hunting after something-"

Dean looked up at Sam, "That started hunting him." He said, finishing Sam's sentence as if they had been reading each others minds.

"Yeah."

"Alright, see if you can make heads or tails of this and then after, go check up on the girls and Bobby at the hospital."

"What are you gonna do?"

"Look into the good doctor myself." Dean replied, then turned and walked towards the door. Sam sighed, turning back to the papers on the wall to see if he could make anything out of them.

xxxxxx

Gabrielle sighed, as she stood at the hospital room entrance with her arms crossed, looking over at Liz who now slept on the chair she had been in since Sam and Dean had left. Gabrielle perked her head up, hearing footsteps coming her direction and she saw Sam, he stopped in front of her, "Find anything?" Gabrielle asked.

"Found a few things, Dean's checking into it right now." Sam answered, they both looked back over towards Liz and Bobby, "How's he doing?"

"He still hasn't given any signs. Liz has been in that chair since you guys left...except, if she had to go to the bathroom, but other than that she's been there and haven't left his side." Sam frowned, as Gabrielle talked, "Earlier, before she fell asleep...she was telling him old memories, thinking that maybe he could hear and respond-"

"But, no response?"

Gabrielle nodded, solemnly, "No response." She looked up and back over to Bobby, frowning.

"Hey." Gabrielle turned to look over at Sam, who tried giving her a reassuring smile, "We'll find a way to get him out of this, okay?" Gabrielle smiled, as Sam leaned in and kissed her cheek, the two looked at each other in silence for a moment after Sam pulled apart.

"Sam?" Sam turned, hearing Liz who's voice was a little low as she just had woken back up.

Sam walked over and knelled down next to Liz's chair, "Hey, Liz, you alright there?" He asked coolly, as she turned to look at him and he put his hand on her shoulder, "Are you craving anything?" He asked softly, thinking that if she just woke up she'd want food because of the baby practically giving her two stomachs now and she'd be starving, "Just tell me and I'll go get it for you."

Liz laughed softly, then shook her head, "No. I'm not craving anything at the moment." She stopped laughing then looked over at Bobby, "Did you find anything?" She asked, her voice a little low.

Sam sighed, looking down to the ground, "No. Not much, but don't worry we will. Dean's investigating right now." He assured her, looking up as she looked over at him and gave her a smile as he rubbed her shoulder. He then stood up and turned around to Gabrielle, "I'm gonna go see what more I can dig up back at the motel, you wanna come with?"

Gabrielle crossed her arms and looked over at Liz, who still was curled up in the chair and watching Bobby, she sighed and turned to Sam, "I can't leave my sister alone."

Sam nodded understanding, "Alright." Gabrielle gave him a half smile, then leaned in and gave him a quick kiss before Sam left the room. Gabrielle then turned back to her sister and uncle, sighing and hoping they could get Bobby out of this.

"Gabby, you didn't have to stay and watch over me." Liz spoke up, but she still continued to watch Bobby. Hoping she'd see some sort of change.

"Well, I didn't, but I wanted too." Gabrielle replied, as she walked up and pulled a chair up next to her sister. Liz turned and looked over at Gabrielle, "And whenever we have been in states like these, Bobby was always the one by our side when we woke up."

Liz nodded, looking back over towards Bobby, "Yeah, remember that time when I had wrecked the Trans Am when I was sixteen?"

Gabrielle nodded, "Mhm. The doctors had said you probably wouldn't make it since you had banged yourself up pretty bad."

"Pretty bad?" Liz repeated and huffed, lifting her eyes in half a roll, "Well, if that's what you want to call having four broken ribs, broken leg, and internal bleeding in the brain pretty bad; alright." Liz joked sarcastically, Gabrielle rolled her eyes and Liz chuckled, then she sighed and half smiled, "Bobby was there when I had woken up; he never gave up on me...and I'm not gonna give up on him."

Gabrielle smiled, looking up and over at Bobby, "You're right. He never gave up on us." Gabrielle reached over the bed rails and held Bobby's hand. If she had to stay in the hospital for days; she would. Bobby had always been there for the both of them since the day they had been dropped on his doorstep after their parents had died. He gave up his life for those girls and never once had he doubted them, not for a second. Now it was their time to pay him back for all he had done for them through the years.