My Supernatural Life.

Dream a Little Dream of Me: Part 1

When I got home to Bobby's, life seemed to settle down for the most part. I would get a phone call from Dean every so often asking for help on jobs. Also he called to see how I was doing. It was nice to hear from him and to hear how they were doing. Bobby and I would trade off on who would go hunting and who would stay home to run things. It was my turn to be on call. Bobby had gone to Pittsburgh for a job. I didn't know much about what he was looking into. I just knew that he would be home in the next week.

It was the forth day that Bobby had been gone and I hadn't heard from him since he had left. It wasn't like him to not call, but I just assumed that he was busy and would call if he needed anything. I was sitting in the office looking into a case Jo was working on in California, when my cellphone rang. I thought it was Bobby, but it was an unknown number.

"Hello?" I asked. 


"Is this Miss Bueller?" A voice on the other end asked.

"Yes, it is." I answered.

"We have a Mr. Bueller here. He is in a coma."

"What?!" I asked "Where?!"

"Jefferson Regional Medical Center."

When I got off of the phone with the hospital, I ran to my room to grab a bag. I was packing my messenger bag so that I could take with me to Pittsburgh. My mind was going a million miles a second. I couldn't think straight. I had gotten to the end of my rope.

"Cas, get your ass down here now."

"Kelly, what is going on?"

"Bobby, is in the hospital and he isn't waking up. Go save him!"

"I cannot."

"Why not! You said, 'If I needed help you would be there.' Don't lie to me Cas!"

"I am here to help you, but I cannot go save him."

"Cas, if you are going to lie to me and not help me by saving my dad, then I don't want to see you again." I said with angry tears rolling down my face.

"Kelly, I am an angel. I work for Heaven, not you." He left in that moment and I was left in my room alone.

I was angry and freaking out about what I was going to do. I sat on my bed and pulled out my phone to call Sam and Dean so that they could help me.

"Hey, sweetheart." Dean said.

"Dean... I — I need you and Sammy. Bobby is in the hospital in Pittsburgh. Can you come get me?"

"Oh my god. We will be right there."

"Dean, hurry. I need you."

"I will be there in an hour or so."

When they got here, I ran to the car and jumped into the back of the Impala. As soon as I was in the car we headed to Pittsburgh to go save Bobby. We got to the hospital the next day. I got out of the car and ran into the hospital to find my dad. I went to the front desk with Sam right behind me while Dean went to go park the car. The receptionist told me that Bobby was in room 531. Sam and I waited for Dean so that we could go together. When we got there the doctor was checking on Bobby. I walked into the room and froze when I saw Bobby's lifeless body.

"Miss Bueller?" The doctor asked.

"Yes," I said in a small voice. Dean put his arm around me trying to comfort me.

"Good, I'm Dr. Shepherd. I have been taking care of you father." He said.

"I'm Dean Snyderson. This is my brother Sam. We are Robbert Bueller's nephews."