All You Did was Save my Life

Permanent?

            "Dean? Dean!" Dean shook himself and looked up to see Cas looking at him.

            "Sorry Cas," Dean said, "What did you say?"

            "I asked if you were alright," Cas said, "You have been staring at the floor for several minutes."

            "I was just thinking..." Dean said, leaning back in the hospital chair.

            "Bobby will be fine Dean," Cas said, "As will Sam." Dean just nodded, but didn't say anything. At that moment, a nurse walking into the room and Dean stood up.

            "How is he?" Dean asked immediately as the others came up behind him.

            "Mr. Singer is awake," the nurse said, "He'll need to stay in the hospital for a while, but you can see him now if you'd like."

            "Please," Sam said and the nurse led them down the hall. When they reached Bobby's room, she opened the door and left. Dean led the way inside and stopped in his tracks.

            "You idjits gonna stand there all day or are ya gonna come in?" Bobby said.

            "Yeah, sorry," Dean said, "How are you?"

            "Been awake all of five minutes and I want out of this hospital already," Bobby growled.

            "You'll be out of here soon enough," Sam smiled slightly. Before Bobby could respond, the doctor walked into the room.

            "Mr. Singer, good to see you awake," the far too cheery doctor said.

            "Yeah, alright, when can I get out of here?" Bobby griped.

            "Well, as we told your family earlier, there is something we need to discuss with you," the doctor told him.

            "And that would be what exactly?" Bobby asked suspiciously.

            "It would appear that the position of the blade when you were stabbed has caused it to pierce your spinal cord," the doctor said, "Unfortunately, we believe this will cause paralyses, though whether or not it's permanent we don't know..."

            "Permanent?" Bobby said, "The hell d'you mean permanent? You're a doctor ain't ya? Fix it!"

            "We have looked at your x-rays several times and we believe any attempt to fix the spinal cord would just cause more damage than it would fix anything. There's more risk to you if we were to operate," the doctor said calmly.

            "More damage? You're saying I'm gonna be stuck like this! How could there be more damage? Get the hell out!" Bobby shouted at the man. The doctor hurried out of the room and Bobby turned back to the others.

            "Damn idjit," he said gruffly.