Secrets Will Kill You: The Sequel

War Part 1

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It’s been three days now, since the apocalypse…since the devil was resurrected or whatever. Three days since Brittney and Sam lost my trust and Dean’s trust all together. Three days since I stabbed Bobby and put him in this damn hospital. I wrapped my arms around my stomach as Sam, Brit and I were outside his room, looking in on him as he sat in his wheel chair, wearing his robe and his cap with his back facing us as he stared blankly out the window. I had to stab him…he was possessed and I didn’t want to kill him but I had to do something when he attacked me…what else was I supposed to do? It was kind of just on instinct. He told me I shouldn’t be so hard on myself…but it’s been harder to do that ever since he got in that wheelchair and the fact that he couldn’t walk really hit him hard. He hasn’t spoken a word to any of us. I just shook my head in disbelief and I groaned internally.

“It’s been like three days now?” Dean questioned as he walked over to us, carrying a manila envelope.

The three of us sighed. “We got to cheer him up. Maybe one of you should give him a backrub” I suggested.

"Why don’t you give him one?”

“I doubt he wants me to do it right now”

“Guys” Sam and Brit both warned, telling us to cut it out. “Well, what, then?” Dean wondered.

“Look…we might have to wrap our heads around the idea that Bobby might not just bounce back this time” Sam said and then we were silent.

“What's in the envelope?” Brit asked Dean.

“Went to radiology. Got some glamour shots” he said and took out the results of some X-rays. He handed them to us and saw they were pictures of Dean’s ribs with strange writing on them. “Let's just say the doctors are baffled”

“Holy crap” we all said, staring down at them.

“Yeah, well, Cas carved you all one, too” Dean reminded.

Then, Sam’s cell rang and he answered. “Hello? ...Castiel?”

“Speak of the devil”

“Ah, St. Martin's Hospital. Why? What are you…Cas?” But, Sam just hung up.

In minutes, Cas was walking down the hallway, coming toward us. “Cell phone, Cas? Really?” I inquired.

“Since when do angels need to reach out and touch someone?” Dean asked.

“You're hidden from angels now. All angels. I won't be able to simply…”

“Enough foreplay” Bobby snapped and we all looked over at him. “Get over here and lay your damn hands on. Get healing. Now”

“I can't” Cas replied and Bobby turned his wheel chair around to face us.

“Say again?”

“I'm cut off from heaven and much of heaven's power. Certain things I can do. Certain things I can't” he explained as he took a few feet into the room, toward Bobby.

“You're telling me you lost your mojo just in time to get me stuck in this trap the rest of my life?”

“I'm sorry”

“Shove it up your ass”

With that, he turned his chair back around to look out the window again. “At least he's talking now” Dean commented and I nudged him and gave him a look. “I heard that” Bobby snapped and Cas turned back around to look at us.

“I don't have much time. We need to talk”

“Okay” I said, waiting for him to continue.

“Your plan to kill Lucifer”