Listen | Sam Winchester X Reader

xix.

I woke up to the sound of screaming. I was in a plush chair of the meeting room we had spied on before. Dick Roman looked up in an annoyed way before me. Bobby was next to me.

"I'd stay in the chair." He said, looking at us. Dick tucks a gun into his pants and leaves the room.

Bobby got up quickly looking at folders, plans and maps from a briefcase on Dick's desk. I eventually am able to get up, my head pounding as fast as my adrenalin. I see a case with a second gun. I begin loading the second gun from the box from Sotheby's.

"Okay, sons of bitches. See what you're up to now. You're coming with me." He says packing the folders for himself. I decide to follow him, with the gun. We had a silent plan together.

Bobby took the folders and I the gun. As he gets to the door, the woman from earlier opens it and knocks him down. Bobby loses hold of the folders and I shot her in the face. Bobby runs out of the office, I didn't have much time to think. The woman straightens up. There is a gob of black goo on her forehead. But she was perfectly fine. How could she have survived that?

I panicked and left the room, too. I regretted leaving the folders but Bobby saw them, he knew everything in them.

"Why didn't the gun work?!" I asked, running next to Bobby.

"Because these are the hardest sons of bitches you'll ever meet." Bobby said.

We made it back down to the warehouse, where the screaming came from. We walked up behind Dick Roman, who wiped his burning face with a handkerchief. Sam threw his empty pressure sprayer and backs into a corner. He hadn't seen us. Dick Roman advances on him, his face healing.

"Sam... That is not how we communicate from a place of yes." Dick began monologuing, "That was bracing. Where'd you kids find this stuff?"

I shot Dick in the back twice. I wouldn't let him touch Sam.

"Hey! That's mine." Dick turned around to look at me and his gun.

Dean joins the party now to throw more cleaning liquid onto Dick from behind. He starts to sizzle and burn as if acid was thrown at him.

"Go! Go!" Dean told Sam and you. Dean and Sam run out of the room. You waited for Bobby.

"Would you stop it with that stuff?" Dick laughed.

Bobby turns around and he and I follow the boys, but a large Body guard block our way.

Bobby thinks fast and grabs a hook from the shelf next to us and swings it at the body guard. Black goo splatters on the wall. We run, keeping the gun pointed down.

Sam and Dean were already ready in the car, waiting for us. I was relieved to see them ready with the engine running but Dick was right on out tail.

"Bobby! (Y/N)! Come on! Come on! Come on!" Sam yelled for us to hurry up.

I opened the sliding door of the vehicle. I looked back as Bobby got in, Dick came out of the warehouse and drew his gun.

"Go! Go!" Bobby yells after I hopped in.

Dick shoots. He shoots twice more as Dean drives away. I closer the door then collapsed onto it. I felt a sharp pains in my shoulder and hip. At first with all the adrenalin I didn't feel it but now the pain makes me want to pass out.

"Son of a bitch! I'm glad you guys got in. He almost took your freaking head off." Dean said, but the ringing in my ear made it quiet.

"Hey, Bobby, your hat." Sam offered Bobby his hat. I felt so horrible I couldn't talk. Bobby doesn't respond. I look over to see Bobby on the ground next to me. In his own pool of blood. I finally am able to groan and let them know something is wrong. He and Dean look at the back seat.

"Oh, God. Bobby?" Sam said, seeing him first.

"Bobby?!" Dean yelled, then I went unconscious.

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Bobby and (Y/N) are wheeled on a hospital beds.

"Page the neurosurgeon on call. Tell OR to put electives on hold." The Doctor calls.

Sam and Dean are following behind the beds as they're wheeled into separate rooms on different sides of the hospitals E.R.

"Move trauma 2 to bed 7 as soon as it's clean." A nurse says, making room.

They had to split up. Dean made the decision to follow Bobby, Sam followed you.

"Gunshot wound to the right frontal area, no exit wound found. Breathing spontaneously. Respiratory rate 18 and shallow. RST at 120. BP 90 over 60. GCS 5." They yelled Bobby's stats.

"Push 80 grams of Mannitol over 30. Prep for intubation."

"Air entry clear to bases."

"Let's get a central line in here now."

"What's happening? Please just tell –" Dean begged for english

"Get them out of here." Bobby's doctor said.

"Sorry. You need to stay out of their way." A nurse pushes Dean out of the room while another is cutting open Bobby's shirt.

"That's our uncle." Dean tried to explain.

"You got to stay back." The nurse demanded, "We need to get him stable."

"Okay, when are you gonna take the bullet out?" Dean asked.

"If we can get the swelling down, if it's in a place we can get to, if –" The nurse starts but Dean knew where her sentence finished.

"If he even lives that long." He held back tears as he said it.

The nurse pulls a curtain shut across the door to the trauma room. Leaving Dean on the other side, hoping Sam was having better luck.

"Gunshot wound to the back of the right shoulder, and left hip, no exit wound found. Breathing spontaneously. Respiratory rate 32 and shallow. RST at 130. BP 100 over 60. GCS 7." A nurse calls, "Air entry clear to bases."

"Let's get a central line in here now."

"Please, can anyone tell me what's happening?" Sam begged.

"Sorry. You need to stay out back." Another nurse rudely blocks him. One of the male nurses begins removing (Y/N)'s shirt.

"That's my fiancé--" Sam tried to say if maybe that would get him more information.

"You still have to stay back."

"What are they doing?" Sam asked.

"They're going to try to get her prepped for emergency surgery." She tried to calm him down.

"Is she going to be okay?" Sam urged past her to try and make sure he could see you. If he could see you you would be okay.

"If surgery goes well, if her body doesn't go into shock, if the bullets aren't touching a major artery and it didn't erupt she should be okay. But there's no guarantee she'll-- ." The nurse started,

"That she'll come out in one piece." Sam finished. Paralleling his brothers experience,
the nurse pulls the curtain shut across the door to (Y/N)'s trauma room.