Dean and I walked up to Sam in a bar.
"There you are. What are you doing?" Dean asked. Sam turned to us.
"Having a drink." Sam said.
"It's 2 in the afternoon. Drinking whiskey?" I asked.
"I drink whiskey all the time." Sam countered.
"No, you don't." Dean said.
"What's the big deal? You get sloppy in bars, you hit on chicks all the time. Why can't I?" Sam said.
"It does have slim pickings around here. What's going on with you?" Dean asked him. Sam shook his head and didn't say anything for a few moments, looking completely lost.
"I tried, Dean." Sam said. Dean and I looked at each other, confused.
"To do what?" Dean asked.
"To save you." Sam said. Dean and I sat next to him.
"Could I get a whiskey, double, neat." Dean said to the bartender
"Can you double that?" I asked.
"I'm serious, Dean." Sam said.
"No, you're drunk." Dean said.
"I mean, where you're going... what you're gonna become." Sam said, close to tears. "I can't stop it. I'm starting to think maybe even Ruby can't stop it. But really, the thing is, no one can save you."
"What I've been telling you." Dean said.
"No, that's not what I mean. I mean, no one can save you because you don't wanna be saved. I mean, how can you care so little about yourself." Sam said. Dean scoffed then smiled a bit. "What's wrong with you?"
Dean looked over to meet Sam's eyes, but before they got a chance to say anything else, Dean's cell rang.
"Hello? Yes, this is Mr. Sniderson. What? Where?" Dean looked worried and Sam and I were on high alert.
Bobby was lying in a bed and we were standing around him.
"So, what's the diagnosis?" I asked.
"We've texted everything we can think to test. He seems perfectly healthy." the doctor said.
"Except that he's comatose." Dean said.
"Mr. Sniderson, you're his emergency contact. Anything we should know? Any illnesses?" the doctor asked Dean.
"No, he-he never gets sick. I mean, he doesn't even catch cold." Dean said.
"Doctor, is there anything you can do?" Sam asked.
"Look, I'm sorry, but we don't know what's causing it... so we don't know how to treat it. He just... went to sleep, and didn't wake up." the doctor said. We all shared a look then looked at Bobby.
We found Bobby's motel room.
"So, what was Bobby doing in Pittsburgh?" Sam asked.
"Unless he's taking an extremely lame vacation..." I said. Dean closed the door to the room.
"I mean, he must have been working a job, right?" Sam said. We walked around the room, looking for clues.
"Well, you think there'd be some sort of sign of something, you know?" Dean said. We looked through some stuff, but couldn't find anything. "Research, news clippings..."
I turned to the closet. When I opened it, all I could see was Bobby's clothes.
"Or a frigging pizza box or a beer can." Dean said. I turned on the light in the closet. Dean and Sam turned to me.
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Running From Deals - SPN S3
FanfictionDean sold his soul for Sam. He just wants peace for his last year on Earth. Ali and Sam wouldn't let him go without a fight. They all have to face what is happening and try to find a way out of it. I DO NOT own Supernatural. I only own Alison Hart ...
