𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

Final Chapter

"Come on, B. You've got to have some kinda lore on how to stop reapers somewhere in that dusty library of yours."

"I'm sorry, kid. I've looked through everything. There just ain't no way to kill death."

"Damn it, Bobby! There's always a way to kill something. We just haven't found it yet."

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me, J. I don't care how old you are, I'll still have you sleep in one of them junked cars out back." He threatens. I sigh, running a hand over my face.

"I'm sorry, Bobby. I just—I'm really stressed out right now."

"Yeah, well, who ain't." Bobby says bitterly.

John's journal didn't tell us jack squat. I was frustrated, tried, worried and hungry all wrapped up in my 5'3 frame. I only got about an hour's rest, and I was only able to when my head was resting on the bed, next to Dean's hand—my own hand holding his as I slept.

So I called Bobby early the next morning, hoping to get some answers, but he didn't have anything either.

"What if I bind the reaper to me?" I suggest suddenly, my hand stopping on my chin.

"What kinda stupid-"

"Bobby, just hear me out." I plead. Hearing him sigh tiredly on the other end, I take that as an okay to continue. "Me and the boys, we worked this job a couple months ago where a preacher's wife controlled a reaper to stop it from killing her husband—made it cure him of cancer instead."

"And where is she now?" Bobby's voice comes out with so much sass that I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Dead."

"How?"

"Bobby-"

"How'd she die, Jennifer?" He asks firmly. I sigh loudly, tilting my head upwards towards the ceiling.

"The reaper killed her after we broke the spell. Granted, she was forcing it to kill random people she saw as immortal even after she fixed her husband. I would only-"

"No, Jennifer, it's not happening." Bobby cuts in, leaving no room for discussion. But I try anyway.

"But Bobby-"

"No. I ain't gonna let you risk your life like that. It's. not. happening. I don't want you actually dying on me now. I'd be broken."

"B..." I look over my shoulder to Dean's room, and through the window I see Sam's back with his head down, no doubt sporting a devastated look in his eyes. "Dean is going to die—soon. And he'll be gone forever. If I have even a small chance at saving him, I'm not gonna hesitate to take it." I tell him determinedly. Bobby doesn't answer for a moment. "Bobby?" I ask. Then I hear him chuckle.

"What did that boy do to you?" I smile, looking away from the window.

"You have no—"

"Help! I need help!" I hear Sam shout. I spin around and see Dean moving, choking on air.

"Holy crap!"

"What?! What is it?!" Bobby's voice comes out frantic.

"He just woke up." I tell him before clicking my phone shut. "Don't you people hear him?! We need help over here!" I yell over to some nurses. They jump into action and pull in the doctor.