Killing Me Slowly (Third Book to the Secrets Will Kill You Series)

Wish You Were Here... Part 2

My POV

Time wasn't something we had. We couldn't waste it worrying about things that weren't necessary. I was fine. Let's move on. We had new info and we had to run with it. I couldn't afford to show them that I was scared. Scared to leave them...scared to have happened to me whatever would happen to Dick. We went through all of the security cams but really there was no point in looking for a tell between all the fake Dicks because they all had a virtual Dick brain so our next question was what would the real Dick be doing...and that's when things got even more complicated....

"Is that the best you can do? Idjits" a voice came from behind us.

We all turned and saw Bobby standing there with the guiltiest look I've ever seen on a man. I noticed Dean moved in front of me protectively and on instinct but he did it nonchalantly...not wanting Bobby to notice.

"Bobby. We didn't know if you'd..." Brit started.

"Well, you should've. You got the flask" He began to shake his head. "Dumb. You should've burned it right off"

"Bobby..." I started sadly.

His eyes met mine and there was so much pain...regret...hate...and it was all directed at himself. "I'm still jonesing to go back...grab some poor bastard, kamikaze 'em going after Dick. It's bad" he said, honestly.

Suddenly a video on the laptop began to play and it was about Dick. I noticed Bobby shift in his spot so I narrowed my eyes at the laptop and it's lid slammed shut. Bobby looked up at me and then so did the others. I just kept my eyes on Bobby.

"Let's be real. I damn near killed the two of you...and that woman" he said.

"If Melissa wasn't able to heal herself right away, she'd be dead right now" Dean said almost monotonously, trying to control his anger. "Dean" I snapped lightly, tugging on his arm, shaking my head.

"It wasn't your fault, Bobby...not really" Sam said.

"Right. That's just what ghosts turn into. I really bet the farm I could outsmart that"

"So...what's it feel like?" Brit asked cautiously.

"What? Going vengeful? It's an itch you can't scratch out. Look...I'm done. Go get Dick. But don't do it 'cause you think it'll scratch the itch. Do it cause it's the job. And when it's your time...go" he told us.

I felt myself about to cry as my chest ached. He pulled out the stake that he had stabbed into my stomach and it was different now. The tip was completely glass stained red with my blood and it almost looked like my initial was carved into the blood side of the stake. It was as if my blood had merged with the stake to make the ultimate weapon. It was the strangest thing I've ever seen...and I've seen plenty strange. He set it on the side table and we all just stared at it.

"I'm...so sorry, Melissa"

"It's alright, Bobby...you have no reason to be sorry. I would've done the same thing if I went vengeful" I shrugged with my voice cracking.

"No you wouldn't have" He's right. I wouldn't have...I might've done much worse.

Next thing I knew...we had a fire going. "Here's to...running into you guys on the other side. Only...not too soon. All right?" he said, looking into all of our eyes.

And then...Dean tossed the flask into the fire place and we all just stood there and watched it melt away. Our eyes went back up to Bobby and I saw the fire begin at his feet...but that was when I had to turn away. I couldn't watch him die for a second time. I listened to the flames engulf his spirit and take him away from us again. For a second time. I stood frozen...in shock...that we lost the man who became our father...for good.