Light a Way ~ Supernatural Fanfiction

The Van Allens vs Death's Door

"So, there's nothing else we can do?" Sam had asked the much scrawnier doctor. The girls were standing to his right and Dean to his left - they'd decided silently, and unanimously to wait until everything with Bobby calmed down before telling Dean that Catherine had hitched a ride in Alayna's brain.

The Doctor shook his head, "I'm sorry, we just have to wait and see if the swelling goes down."

"How long?" Dean asked gruffly.

"It's hard to say in cases like this."

"Well, he's lasted this long," Karoline pointed out optimistically, chewing her thumb nail between her teeth nervously. "That's something, right?"

"Well, yes..." the Doctor trailed off with a heavy sigh. "Listen... the bullet didn't shatter. Only one hemisphere of his brain was injured. These are all positive thing, but... I don't want to give you false hope here. He's far from out of the woods. Most of the time, cases like this..."

"They die," Blair whispered and the thought settled over the four of them. He could really die.

"Right now, it comes down to him," he told them and they shared a quirk look. Could Bobby fight his way through this one, this time? "I'll keep you updated." Was all he told them before walking away.

"Excuse me," a voice broke in and they turned to see a short Indian man standing before them, a clipboard in his hands. "Sorry to interrupt, is one of you Robert Singer's next of kin?"

The four of them shared a look but it was Dean who stepped up to deal with is, assuming it was some sort of insurance thing. Sam and Karoline immediately turned back to watching Bobby through the glass window but Blair's eyes followed Dean as he disappeared around the corner. Something wasn't right with him... something hadn't been right with him for a while.

"I'll be right back," she called to the other two, not that they were paying her much attention at the moment, and disappeared around the corner after Dean.

"Organs are only viable for a very limited window-" the short man was saying and Blair cringed at the look that passed over Dean's fce.

His eyebrows shot up, "viable?" he echoed.

"We're just hoping some good can come of this tragic-"

"Listen to me," Dean voice dropped dramatically, a simmering rage beneath the surface of his green eyes. "I'm gonna say this once. He's not gonna die. It's one bullet. He's gonna be fine, because he's always fine." The much smaller man cowered back and mumbled out an apology but Blair didn't think he heard it. "Why are you talking to me like he's going to die, huh? I do my job! Do your jobs! Save him!"

"Of course, they're doing everything they can-" the guy broke off with a startled gasp when Dean threw a heavy punch into the glass covered sign right next to his head. Blair took that as her cue to interfere.

"Dean!" She called his attention, giving him an admonishing look as she quickly stepped between the two of them. Dean's dark gaze held hers but she didn't back down, her eyebrows shooting up pointedly causing him to scoff and look away from her green eyes with a shake of his head. Blair turned to the shorter man, "walk away," was all she said before he scurried off.

With a sigh, Blair turned back to Dean, her arms crossed loosely, "you wanna talk about it?"

His eyes danced between hers hesitantly, like he wanted to but refused to let himself give in. "That's the last thing I wanna do."