Supernatural : The Forgotten One

Chapter 28 - Eve

I'm walking down the hall with Sam. He is carrying his dad's cup of coffee. We had not said one word to each other since leaving Dean's room.

"Dad?" Sam yells causing me to jump.

I look over to him to see him dropping his dad's coffee and run into an empty room. The only problem was that the room was not empty. Sam was kneeling over his father's body screaming for help. I stood there in shock. I knew this was going to happen the second the demon told me John made a deal with him, but I did not think it would happen so soon.

I move out of the way as a crowd of doctors and nurses answer Sam's screams for help and run into the room to attempt to resuscitate him. I look down the hall to see Dean is out of his bed and heading our way obviously hearing his brother. The doctors pushed Sam back and out of the room and the three of us hovered in the doorway and tried to watch as the nurse tried to push us out.

"No, no, no, it's our dad. It's our dad!" Dean was pleading with the nurse. "Come on." He said to her.

I grabbed her by the arm. She was just about to tell me to let go but I spoke first.

"Leave us and go help." I told her and she turned and did what I said.

"Okay, stop compressions." The doctor said a few seconds later.

"Come on, come on." Dean was saying over and over again.

I looked back to both brothers who were in tears as they watched their father die.

"Still no pulse." The nurse says.

"Okay, that's it everybody." The doctor says. "I'll call it. Time of death: 10:41 am." The doctor says.

He then looks over and sees us in the doorway.

"I am sorry." He says as he walks by us.

I could only imagine what he was thinking. One magical recovery. One girl whose heart just stops then starts back up again. And a completely unexpected death. All in one family, in one day.

I looked back at the guys. Dean was scrunched down leaning into his knees with his back against the door frame. And Sam was standing there in shock. I had no idea how to comfort these two guys. Maybe seven years ago but they were different now. I wanted to help, I just did not know how.

So I just let them grieve. I stood in between them and held onto Sam's hand and placed my other on Dean's shoulder. I stood there like that until Dean got up and walked away. I was grateful when Sam said he would go after him because I really did not like seeing either of them like this.

Once they were gone I pulled out my phone and called Bobby. I needed to let him know what was going on.