Sam and Dean walked behind the hospital staff as they wheeled Bobby in. Lily was just a few steps behind Dean. As the doctor began to work on Bobby, he ordered them out of the room. The nurse pushed them back and said they had to get him stabilized before they could even attempt to get the bullet out. She went back and closed the curtain, shutting them out. Lily grabbed Dean's hand and squeezed. He turned his head and looked at her as she stared at the curtain. Tears filled her eyes. Dean pulled her to him, and wrapped his arms around her.
"He's gonna be fine," he whispered.
It was some time later when the doctor came to talk to them. He didn't seem optimistic, and explained that, while there were some good things, he didn't want to give them false hope. Lily just sat and listened, still sort of in shock. When the doctor left, another man walked up behind them and asked if they were Bobby's next of kin. Dean moved to follow the man into the main hall. Lily stood and followed them through a glass door, but Dean stopped her, taking her hand.
"Just wait here, okay?"
Lily nodded and watched Dean walk down the hall. She didn't take her eyes from him. She didn't want to be separated from him. Bobby was most likely dying in the other room. It could have been Dean. He had just moved from the van door when Bobby got in. Not that she rathered it be Bobby, but her mind and emotions were all over the place, and part of her just didn't want to let Dean out of her sight.
She watched as Dean became visibly angry with the man, and he began shouting. She started waking toward him when he reached back and let his fist fly. She stopped, eyes wide. He didn't punch the man, but the glass casing on the wall just next to his head. Lily noticed the receptionist nearby quickly pick up the phone, probably to call security. She ran over to the desk.
"Please don't call security. I'll handle it, okay? Please. He's upset that his uncle is dying... Please."
The nurse nodded and hung up the phone. "Take him outside."
Lily quickly went to Dean who was already headed out the doors. Once outside, she grabbed his hand.
"Talk to me," she said. Dean just pulled her into a tight embrace. "Dean, what happened?"
"Bastard was asking about donating Bobby's organs."
Lily closed her eyes and laid her head against Dean. She knew he was grieving. Bobby was still alive, but Dean was already grieving. He had lost so much already in his life. The idea of losing Bobby now was killing him.
She felt Dean's body tense, and looked up. His eyes were on a car parked just in front of the hospital.
"Stay here," Dean said. There was something in his voice that glued Lily to the spot where she stood. He jogged down the short flight of concrete steps. "Dick! I know you're in there." He pounded on the dark, rear window of the car. Lily grew angry when the window rolled down, and Dick Roman's face appeared. She couldn't hear what was being said unless Dean yelled, but she could see the smarmy smile on Roman's face, and she wanted nothing more than to remove it. At one point, Dean turned back to look at her. She saw worry on his face, but it quickly changed to anger before he turned his attention back to Roman. It felt like forever before Dean came back up the steps. He grabbed Lily's hand and practically dragged her back into the hospital.
"Dean, wait!" He stopped walking and turned to her, but avoided eye contact. "What happened?" Dean made a move to walk away, but Lily held tight to his hand. "Why is he here?"
"Just to taunt us."
"Why did you look back at me that way?"
Dean finally made eye contact with her. "He saw us together... and he made a point to let me know that he knows who you are now. Made a not-so-veiled threat." Lily didn't know what to say. She just stared at him. Dean put a hand to her face. "I'm not gonna let him touch you. I promise you that."
"Just don't push me away, Dean."
"I'm not letting you out of my sight."
He kissed her before they walked back to wait with Sam. Lily sat and listened as Sam filled them in. Bobby was breathing on his own, but the doctor was still hesitant to try to remove the bullet. Sam pulled Dean aside and tried to get him to accept the fact that Bobby might not make it, but Dean refused. He paused for just a moment before leaving the area again. Lily wanted to follow, but she knew Dean needed some time alone to process. Sam sat next to her and pushed his thumb against his injured hand. Lily saw and put a hand on his arm. He responded with a small smile, and covered her hand with his.
Hours went by as they waited, until Sam overheard the nurse as she passed, and he stopped her. She told them they were getting ready to prep Bobby to remove the bullet, because he was showing signs of being responsive. They could go see him if they were quick.
They filed in next to his bed: Sam, Dean, then Lily. Sam took Bobby's hand and told him thank you. Just as they turned to leave, Bobby reached up and opened his eyes. He tried to speak, but Dean told him not to, grabbing the clipboard and pen from the foot of the bed. Bobby wrote some numbers on the palm of Sam's hand. He was breathing heavily, but he managed to smile.
"Idjits."
They all returned his smile, some relief washing over them, but those smiles faded as Bobby's head fell back against his pillow and the line on the monitor went flat. Once again, they were pushed out of the room as the staff went to work. Several minutes later, they heard the doctor call Bobby's time of death. Sam let out a shaky breath and turned away. Dean, full of anger, almost charged into the room where the doctor had given up. The only thing that stopped him was Lily. Her legs buckled, and he caught her as she began sobbing. She clutched at his shirt as he held her. This was more than she could take. Everything had built up inside, and now it had been unleashed. And she felt awful because of it. She knew the pain that Dean was feeling was greater than hers. Bobby was like a father to him. Now, he would lock it down and try to be strong for her. She had to pull herself together, for him. She straightened herself and looked into his eyes, which were filled with unshed tears. Her hands went to his face, and she spoke through the lump in her throat.
"I'm so sorry."
Dean shook his head and placed his forehead against hers. The next voice Lily heard was the doctor's.
"I'm very sorry. We did all we could do."
The look on Dean's face told the doctor not to offer any more condolences. So, the man moved on.
"We will need you to fill out some paperwork. I suggest going home and getting some rest. You can come back tomorrow."
Sam thanked the doctor, and he walked away. Dean gently pulled Lily away.
"You ready to leave?"
Lily nodded and they left. The car with Dick Roman was gone. They were all quiet as they walked to the van. Dean drove back to the house, Sam riding shotgun, and Lily in a fold out back seat. She stared at the floor, unable to think of anything but Bobby.
Back at the house, Dean was still quiet as he began packing things up. It was Sam who finally broke the silence.
"We need to find some wood."
"For what?" Dean asked.
"For Bobby's funeral."
"We're not doing that here."
"Dean..."
"We're bringing him back to Montana."
"We can't drive across the country with Bobby's body in the van!"
"Can't the hospital make those arrangements? Don't they do this kind of crap all the time?!"
"Guys, stop!" Lily shouted. "Bobby would kick your asses if he heard you yelling at each other right now. Sam, Dean's right. There has to be a way for the hospital to transport Bobby to a hospital near Whitefish. And we should do it there. Do it right."
Sam agreed and they finished packing. Lily's nausea hit her the next morning. She opted to stay behind while the guys went to finish at the hospital. When everything was handled they came and picked her up. She was still a little queasy, so Dean drove her car, while Sam drove the van. The drive would take a day and a half, without any long stops. Lily knew she would never make it.
"Dean, we have to stop for the night, and I can't take another abandoned hovel. I need a hot shower, and we all need sleep."
"We can't use our credit cards."
"I have some cash. We can all share a room. I don't think either of us is in the mood to fool around."
"No... not really. I'll tell Sam at the next stop."
The motel room was a welcomed sight. The guys let Lily shower first, and she made no apologies for the time she spent in there. She felt wonderful when she got out and immediately climbed into bed. Dean watched some television while Sam showered, then he took his turn. By the time Dean climbed in next to Lily, Sam was asleep. Lily was beginning to doze off, but woke up when she felt the bed dip. She turned onto her back, and gave Dean a small smile.
"I love you," she whispered.
"Love you, too."
He leaned over and gave her a light kiss, then put his hand on her stomach. She stopped breathing for a moment. The thought of the baby had been pushed aside with Bobby's death. How could she tell Dean now? She couldn't drop this on him too.
"How's your stomach?" he asked.
"What?" She had been completely lost in thought.
"You still nauseous?"
"Not right now."
"Good," he said, giving her another kiss before pulling her into his arms. "Let's get some sleep."