Hopelessly Human

24. The Show Must Go On

[Death's Door]

INT. VEHICLE - NIGHT

"Bobby?" Sam called. "Bobby? Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hold on."

"Sam, Dyl, is he dead?" Dean asked.

"I'm checking." He felt Bobby's neck for a pulse.

"Is he dead?!" Dean and Natalia yelled.

"Just drive, Dean! Bobby!"

Dylan shook his uncle. "Come on. Please."

"You gotta talk to us, Sam, Dylan!" Natalia cried.

"All right, he's breathing," Sam told them. "There's a pulse."

Dean entered numbers on his cell. "Keep him upright. Stop the bleeding."

Dylan narrowed his eyes. "We're not idiots, Dean! We know first aid for a damn bullet to the head!"

Dean spoke into the phone. "I need the nearest trauma center."

"Hold on. Hold on," Sam and Dylan said.

"What's the address?!" Dean glanced back a moment. "All right, Bobby, hang in there."

The vehicle skidded as Dean accelerated.

Dylan clumsily reached for Natalia's hand and gripped it tightly, already fearing the worst.

"Bobby!" Sam called. "Just hold on!"

EXT. FOREST - DAY

"Well, I guess we found Phil," Dean and Natalia said.

Bobby frowned. "Wait a minute. Something's not right here."

"Yeah, no kidding," Dean replied. "There's a corpse in a tree."

"Something bad's about to happen."

Natalia gestured to her gun. "Yeah, well, danger's kind of on the W2 - that's why we got the guns."

Blood dripped onto Bobby's hand. There was a bloodstain on Bobby's cap. He put his fingers to his head and saw more blood on his fingertips when he lowered his hand.

"Or something bad's happened already."

INT. OLD HOUSE - DAY

Bobby, Dean, Sam, Dylan and Natalia entered. Bobby removed his cap and touched his head. There was a small amount of blood on his forehead.

"Balls," Bobby muttered.

"Y-you want to tell us what's going on?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, what's going on with your head?" Dean wondered.

"I got shot in it!" Bobby yelled.

"You what?"

Dylan looked at his uncle. "We've been with you all day."

"Yeah, I think we woulda noticed if you took a bullet," Natalia said.

"I didn't take one here. I-I took one out there, i-i-in the real world," Bobby told them.

"You lost us," Dean stated.

"Look, Bobby, you - you want to sit down, seriously?" Sam asked.

"No, there's something I gotta tell you," Bobby replied. "I-I... Dammit, I can't get at it."

"Well, it -it's okay, take your time. We're - we're right here."