Fortitude || Book 2 of 'Reawakening Series'

Chapter 12 - The Man Who Knew Too Much

My head has a dull ache as I lean it against the window, watching the rain fall outside. Anguish causes the aching in my chest, my arms wrapped comfortingly around my stomach. I let out a sniffle as the last of the tears fall down my cheeks.

We're on our way back to Bobby's after a long couple of days. I was let out of hospital after a day of observation, to make sure that everything was okay. Then we went back home. I wanted to be there for Donald, to support him through this difficult time. Dean and I helped him with the organisation for the funerals, Sam taking care of fixing the damage to our house from the invasion.

It was an awful day when everyone crowded in the cemetery around the two coffins. It was hard enough seeing Maddison's coffin, but seeing the tiny child size one broke me. Sam came to support both Dean and I, knowing how much the two of them meant to us. They sat on either side of me and held my hands, giving me consoling squeezes every now and then.

I cried the whole time, from the moment we arrived at the funeral to the moment the last speck of dirt landed on the coffins. It was my fault, I should have protected them more. I should have known coming home would have resulted in something following me. But now I have their deaths in my hand and I know I'll never forget the pain and guilt I'm holding in my heart.

The car slowly pulls in the garage of Bobby's junkyard. Dean turns the car off and I feel him reach over and place a hand on my thigh, "We're here baby."

I sniffle and wipe at my eyes as I sit up, knowing I look like a complete mess. He reaches forward and grabs my hand, lifting it to his lips and giving it a kiss. I close my eyes at the contact, so grateful to have him in my life.

We climb out of the car and go around to the trunk to grab our stuff. Sam takes my duffel and his, walking in ahead of us towards the house. I close the trunk and Dean takes my hand in his, the other holding his duffel over his shoulder. I lean into his side and he gives me a kiss in my hair before leading me toward the house.

We climb the steps slowly and walk inside, seeing Sam and Bobby hugging. They pull apart and Bobby eyes land on me, him letting out a sad sigh, "How're you doing sweetheart?"

"I've been better." I say, my voice scratchy.

He walks over towards me and I keep ahold of Dean's hand as he wraps his big frame around me, "I'm so glad you're okay." He says, before pulling back and looking at my belly, "And I hear congratulations are in order. A little girl?"

I smile weakly at him and rub at my belly, "Yeah."

I fell Dean step forward and lean down, "Why don't you go have a lie down babe? You've had a long day."

Bobby's phone begins to ring and he steps away, answering his cell phone, "Hello?"

I look up at Dean and give a nod of my head, feeling completely exhausted, "Yeah, I might do that."

"All right, we'll be there as soon as we can." Bobby says, hanging up the phone.

My eyebrows crook as Sam turns to Bobby, "What's up?"

"That was Elle, she needs us to come meet her. Now." Bobby says, grabbing his jacket and slipping it on.

"All right." Sam says, beginning to follow after him.