My Supernatural Life.

In My Time of Dying

It was 6:30 am. I was still sitting at the desk with my coffee when the phone rang. I answered it on the second ring.

"Hello!"

"Kelly, is that you?"

"Sammy! You're okay! Thank God."

"Yeah, I am. Is Bobby there?"

"Are Dean and your dad okay?"

"Kell, I need to talk to Bobby. Is he there?"

"Sammy, I will have him call you in 5 minutes he's in the garage. Now tell me if Dean and John are Okay." I said a little too strongly.

"Alright, dad's awake now talking and doing fine. B-But Dean, he isn't doing well, Kelly. He hasn't woken up yet. He isn't looking good. I'm sorry to tell you this over the phone. Please get Bobby I need to talk to him."

"Oh Sammy, I'm sorry I will get him as soon as possible."

"Thank you, Kell."

I hung up the phone and ran outside to find Bobby.

"Bobby... Bobby...Bobby!!!"

"Kelly, what's going on?!"

"Sam just called. He wants you to call him right away."

I ran back to the house and into my room. I was sitting there waiting for all of the information to get back to me. Bobby called Sam and he was only on the phone for 2 minutes and he called me.

"We are heading over to see the Winchesters they are in the hospital about an hour and a half out. Get in the tow truck we need to go."

"Okay, lets go now."

We road in silence almost all the way to where Sammy had the car. I saw it and let out the saddest noise I had ever made. Bobby put a hand on my shoulder to comfort me. I saw Sam and when Bobby stopped the car I jumped out and wrapped my arms around his waist. He hugged me back and turned to Bobby who gave him a hug. We went over to the car to assess the damage. It looked like a pretzel.

"Oh, man. Dean is gonna be pissed." I said looking between the two men.

"Look, Sam, this— this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk, and sell the rest for scrap." Bobby said.

"No. Dean would kill me if we did that." Sam said.

"When he gets better, he's gonna want to fix this." I said leaning into the back seat.

"There's nothing to fix." Bobby argued. "The frame's a pretzel. The engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging."

"Now, listen to me, Bobby. If there's only one working part, that's enough. We're not just gonna give up on..." Sam trailed off and I put my hand on his arm looked him in the eyes and then looked at Bobby.

"He's right Bobby. We have to take the car." I said.

"Okay, you got it." Bobby said with a sad look on his face.

Sammy was thankful that we were going to take the car. He gave me a half smile and the dug into the pocket of his jacket.

"Here, Dad asked if you could get this stuff for him." Sam said handing a peace of paper from his pocket to Bobby.

"What John want with this?"

"Protection from the demon."

I walked over to Bobby to read the list and I looked between Bobby and Sam shocked at what I was reading.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just..."

"Bobby. What's going on?"