>>>>Part 19
DEANS POINT OF VIEW
I hear noise outside the room. I get up and look out the window to see what the commotion is all about. My eyes widen.
"Sammy!" I cry.
I push past all the doctors and nurses.
"Sam...," I whisper.
I shake his shoulders gently. "Sam," I say again.
Harder this time. "Sam!"
I hold his head in my hands, and close his eyes. I rest my head on his unmoving chest, crying silently into his plaid shirt.
RAYNS POINT OF VIEW
Now instead of noise, I hear silence. I force myself up, and walk out of my room.
I see Dean crying into a lifeless Sam. I bend down and hug him. We both sit there, holding Sam.
3 DAYS LATER
I check myself out of the hospital. I go to a store and change into a black dress. I arrive at Dean's motel half an hour later.
I find him laying on his bed, not even dressed yet. I rummage through some drawers and find a suit. I help him get dressed.
I eventually coax him into getting up. From there I stand him in front of the bathroom mirror, and comb his hair and put on his tie.
I find his shoes buried underneath the bed. We are ready to leave an hour later.
I help him into the passenger seat of the Impala, just as he did to me when we went on our first date.
I slide into the driver's seat and start the car. We drive to Bobby Singer's house in Sioux Falls.
Bobby greets us kindly. We help Dean from the car, and bring him to the backyard.
Bobby begins to speak.
"Sam Winchester was...such a nerd," Bobby starts. This gets a small laugh from Dean.
"He was always on that computer of his, always looking for a case, always trying to find information that was important," Bobby continues.
"Sam was a good kid. He was a brother, and a son. The world lost a great man today, and.." Bobby stutters.
I walk over and hug him. We all go inside for drinks. Bobby's house smells strongly of liqour already.
Dean sits down on the couch with a bottle of whiskey. He takes a swig every few minutes as he stares into nothingness.
