NO TIME TO DIE ◦ 𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

chapter forty-four.

XLIV. WHEN THE NIGHT COMES FALLING DOWN.

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BIRDIE WAS OUT for almost 72 hours.

Dean hadn't even made it out of the house with the towels when Sam came rushing in, Birdie suddenly unconscious in his arms. Question after question was thrown at Sam by Dean and Bobby, but he didn't have any answers for them. He didn't know what happened to Birdie or why she wasn't waking up. Nothing strange had happened during the day that would have suggested that something was even remotely wrong. She didn't have any injuries, no strange marks or bruising to indicate that she'd been hurt without them somehow realizing. Rumsfeld rarely left her side, lying on the floor by her as if he could sense that something wasn't right. Bobby and the boys' constant efforts to wake her had failed each and every time, their hope dwindling the longer she stayed asleep with no signs of waking any time soon. The idea of taking her to the hospital was looking more like a must, but they were going to wait one more day.

On the second night, Dean was visited by Castiel in his dream, telling him to meet him at an address where it was safer for them to talk in person. It was something important, though he couldn't tell Dean in his dream as anyone could've been listening in on their conversation then. He nor Sam wanted to leave Birdie in the state that she was in, but Bobby assured them he would let them know the instant that anything changed with her.

And that third afternoon, Birdie finally awoke. Bobby had been upstairs in his room, changing into some clean clothes after he took a quick shower. Birdie blinked around in confusion, feeling a twinge of pain in her lower abdomen as she sat up on the couch. "Sam?" she called out. "Dean? Bobby?"

Rumsfeld barked by her feet, quickly jumping onto the couch. Birdie giggled as he tried to lick her face, tail rapidly wagging with pure excitement. There were heavy footsteps upstairs, continuing down the stairs like they were in a hurry. Birdie tiredly smiled as she ran her hands over Rumsfeld's fur, glancing over at Bobby as he quickly came into the living room.

Birdie's smile slightly faltered when she saw the expression on Bobby's face, tilting her head. "Bobby, you okay?" she wondered.

"Am I okay?" he asked, walking closer with his brows raised. "I should be askin' you that. You scared the shit of me, Bird."

"I did?"

Bobby furrowed his brows together. "You don't remember?"

Birdie frowned, lowering her hands. Rumsfeld whimpered, laying down beside her with his head in her lap. "Wait, what happened?" she asked.

"Sam said you just passed out," Bobby said, sitting on the edge of his desk. "He brought you back here and nothin' was wakin' you up. You really don't remember that?"