Dean's Daughter (A Supernatural FanFiction)

Ch.19: Bobby Not-So Walks A Lot

"Unlikely to walk again?! Why, you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed!" Bobby yelled at the doctor, scaring him to the point where he ran out. "I'll use my game leg and kick your friggin' ass! Yeah, you better run!" He continued to yell. "Dad. Shut up. You're scaring the poor guy." Sami said as Sam and Dean entered. "You believe that yahoo?" Bobby rhetorically asked them. "Screw him. You'll be fine." Dean comforted him "So, let me ask the million-dollar question. What do we do now?"  "Well... We save as many as we can for as long as we can, I guess. It's bad. Whoever wins, heaven or hell, we're boned."  "What if we win?" We all just just gave him a blank look. "I'm serious. I mean, screw the angels and the demons and their crap apocalypse. Hell, they want to fight a war, they can find their own planet. This one's ours, and I say they get the hell off it. We take 'em all on. We kill the devil. Hell, we even kill Michael if we have to. But we do it our own damn selves." Dean ranted. "And how are we supposed to do all this, genius?" Sami asked. "I got no idea. But what I do have is a GED and a give-'em-hell attitude, and I'll figure it out."  "You are nine kinds of crazy, boy."  "It's been said. Listen, you stay on the mend. We'll see you in a bit." Dean patted Bobby on the shoulder. "Go with them. Get a change of clothes or food or something." Sami quietly said to me. I nodded, standing up and following them. "Sam?" Bobby called out, making Sam stop. "I was awake. I know what I said back there. I just want you to know that...that was the demon talking. I ain't cutting you out, boy. Not ever." There was a long pause before Sam sighed, "Thanks, Bobby."  "You're welcome. I deserve a damn medal for this, but...you're welcome." Bobby said before we all left. "Why are you wearing scrubs?" Dean asked. "I broke into the hospital and pretended to be a brain surgeon. Why do you think?" I sarcastically said. "Can we stop off at the motel?" I asked after a few minutes. "Sure. You know, I was thinking, Dean—maybe we could go after the Colt." Sam said as we walked to the car. I hopped in, rubbing my temples. I've been up all night surrounded by bright florescent lights and beeping. By people talking, and people crying in the E.R. waiting room, one of them being Sami. I love the girl to death, but I hate it when people cry. I just don't know how to deal with it. It's awkward, to say the least. Finally, Sam and Dean hopped in the car and we were off.

I followed them into the hotel room where all of our crap is. As soon as I walked in, I saw the body of the man. I did that. I looked away and grabbed my bag, taking it to the bathroom with me. I quickly locked the door and stripped, hopping in the shower.

I stepped out of the bathroom just to find Sam and Dean were both gone. "Seriously?" I asked. I looked around the room to find dried blood spots, and a wallet on the ground. I slowly picked it up, opening it. It's his wallet. The guy I killed. I flipped through it, my heart dropping to my stomach. There was a picture of him with a beautiful woman. His arms were wrapped around her very large and very pregnant waist, both of them smiling. Then a picture of a newborn. Then her with the child, who was probably about 7. The door began to open, so I quickly shut the wallet, shoving it in my pocket. "Hey, we're all checked out. Ready to go?" Sam asked. I nodded, throwing on my shoes. Once I grabbed my bag, I was outta there.

"What are you doing up?" Dean asked as he entered my room. He walked past me and into the kitchen. It was probably 5:30 in the morning. "Couldn't sleep. What are you looking for?"  "Coffee."  "There's a pot brewing. Calm yourself."  "When did you even go to bed?"  "I dunno. Midnight maybe?" I shrugged. "Bullshit. You were still watching TV when I went to bed at 2."  "I'll just sleep later." I shrugged again. 

I sighed in relief when we got the hospital. The past few days have been dead silent. I don't know whether it was the fact Bobby was seriously injured, the whole Lucifer situation, or something else, but the boys have been ridiculous to each other. Like asking me to ask the other to pass the salt ridiculous. And the fact I haven't been sleeping recently hasn't helped any. "You guys go ahead. I'll be right up." Dean said. " 'Kay." I responded. It was probably half an hour later when Dean finally decided to show up, "It's been like three days now?" He asked after a minute, making Sam sigh. "We got to cheer him up. Maybe I'll give him a back-rub." Dean joked. "Dean."  "Well, what, then?"  "Look...we might have to wrap our heads around the idea that Bobby might not just bounce back this time." This made them both shut up. "What's in the envelope?" I asked. "Went to radiology." He held the envelope out to me. I gave him a curious look as I took it from him. "Got some glamour shots." I finally got the envelope open, pulling out some X-rays. "Let's just say the doctors are baffled." Dean said. "What language is this?"  "Enochian. Angel language." I handed the x-rays to Sam. "Holy crap."  "Yeah, well, Cas carved you one, too." Dean said as Sams phone started to ring. "Hello? ...Castiel?"  "Speak of the devil."  "I still cant believe he's alive."  "Ah, St. Martin's Hospital. Why? What are you—Cas?" Sam looked at his phone for a second before hanging up. "Dr. Cohen to the ER, stat. Dr. Cohen to the ER, stat." Someone said over the PA as someone in scrubs and another in a labcoat ran by with a crash cart. "Cell phone, Cas? Really? Since when do angels need to reach out and touch someone?" Dean asked as he walked to us. "You're hidden from angels now- all angels. I won't be able to simply-"  "Enough foreplay." Bobby interrupted, "Get over here and lay your damn hands on." When no one moved, Bobby looked over his shoulder at us. "Get healing. Now."  "I can't." This made Bobby turn his chair around to Castiel. "Say again?" Castiel walked closer to Bobby, "I'm cut off from heaven and much of heaven's power. Certain things I can do. Certain things I can't."  "You're telling me you lost your mojo just in time to get me stuck in this trap the rest of my life?"  "I'm sorry."  "Shove it up your ass."  "Dad!" Sami half yelled. Bobby ignored her, turning back around to look out the window. "At least he's talking now."  "I heard that." Bobby said. Castiel walked closer to us and lowered his voice a little, "I don't have much time. We need to talk. Your plan to kill Lucifer." He brought up. "Yeah. You want to help?"  "No. It's foolish. It can't be done."  "So much optimism." I muttered. "Oh. Thanks for the support."  "But I believe I have the solution. There is someone besides Michael strong enough to take on Lucifer. Strong enough to stop the apocalypse." Is he going where I think he is? "Who's that?"  "The one who resurrected me and put you on that airplane. The one who began everything. God." He did. He went there. Both Sam and Dean had skeptical looks as Castiel said, "I'm gonna find God." Dean turned around to shut the door of the hospital room, then walked back to us. "God?" He asked. "Yes."  "God." Dean repeated. "Yes! He isn't in heaven. He has to be somewhere."  "Try New Mexico. I hear he's on a tortilla."  "No, he's not on any flatbread." He needs a lesson in understanding sarcasm. "Listen, Chuckles, even if there is a God, he is either dead- and that's the generous theory-"  "He is out there, Dean." Castiel tried to interrupt him, but dean kept talking, "-or he's up and kicking and doesn't give a rat's ass about any of us. I mean, look around you, man. The world is in the toilet. We are literally at the end of days here, and he's off somewhere drinking booze out of a coconut. All right?"  "Enough." Castiel barked, glaring, "This is not a theological issue. It's strategic. With God's help, we can win."  "It's a pipe dream, Cas." Castiel walked closer to Dean, "I killed two angels this week. My brothers. I'm hunted. I rebelled. And I did it, all of it, for you, and you failed. You and your brother destroyed the world and I lost everything, for nothing. So keep your opinions to yourself."  "You didn't drop in just to tear us a new hole. What is it you want?" Bobby asked, still pissed. "I did come for something. An amulet."  "An amulet? What kind?"  "Very rare. Very powerful. It burns hot in God's presence. It'll help me find him." He explained. "A God EMF?" I asked. Castiel nodded. "Well, I don't know what you're talking about. I got nothing like that." Bobby said. " I know. You don't." He clarified, staring at Deans necklace. "What, this?" Dean lifted the rope slightly, then dropped it. "May I borrow it?"  "No." Dean immediately said. "Dean. Give it to me."  "Dean. Give him the damn thing." I said, making him looked at me. He stared at me for a few seconds before slowly taking it off. "All right, I guess." When Castiel went to reach for it, Dean pulled it back, "Don't lose it." He said as he let Castiel take it from. "Great. Now I feel naked."  "Is Ashley going to be your companion for the foreseeable future?" Castiel. I looked up at the mention of my name. "I don't know, probably-" Cas cut Dean off by placing his hand right under my collar bone. I felt a rush of pain, making me briefly cry out. "I'll be in touch." He said briefly before leaving. "What the hell?" "When you find God, tell him to send legs!" Bobby yelled.

I leaned against the rail of the motel, looking at the pictures. The cold air showed my breath, and the cold air nipped at my cheeks and nose. "What's wrong?" Dean asked as he stepped out into the cold night with me. "And don't say nothing, because I know better."  "I tore up a family." I said, still looking at the pictures. Dean looked at the pictures over my shoulder. "Stop-"  "There were other ways to kill the demon without killing the person." Dean took the wallet from my hands, tossing it over the rail. "I would tell you to stop with the self-pity party, but you're a Winchester. It's what we do. But, now that I'm your dad, I guess its my job to tell you that you did what you had to do."  "But- I-" I choked on my words as I began to cry. He pulled me into a hug as I began to cry even harder, rubbing my back. "Don't think about it as killing one person. Think about it as saving multiple people." I started to cry less. "You were pretty useful in there. You're gonna be a great hunter someday." He said, making me smile. "Really?" "Not anytime soon. Like when you're 50. Maybe not even then. I mean, you might not be as good as me, but-"  "As good as you?" I cut him off, breaking our hug, "You're the worst hunter I've ever heard of!"