Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 4, 2015 15:36:32 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON FIVE. EPISODE TWO.
Dean and Sam were paying Bobby yet another visit in the hospital to see how he was holding up. It had been three days since he'd stabbed himself to kill that demon and learned he would most likely never have use of his legs again and so far all he'd done was sit in his newly acquired wheelchair and stare silently out the window. While Sam went directly to Bobby's room upon arrival at the hospital, Dean took a detour down to radiology. Complaining of a violent pain in his lungs earned him a few chest x-rays, which is all he was after. Ever since Cas had apparently carved that angel-warding sigil into their ribs, he'd been trying to picture what it looked like and had finally decided to just go find out. And what it looked like was a bunch of odd shapes and symbols covering nearly every portion of his ribs. The doctor on duty as well as three other he called in to take a look, were all stupefied by these results. Dean simply took a copy of the film and headed up to Bobby's room, his curiosity sated.
He found Sam in the hallway, simply looking into Bobby's room without actually entering. When Dean reached the door himself, he found Bobby in the same location they'd left him yesterday evening, in his wheelchair staring out the window without moving or saying a word. "It's been like three days now" Dean pointed out, worried. "We got to cheer him up." After a minute, he added thoughtfully, "maybe I'll give him a backrub." It was honestly the only idea that came to mind. Sam gave him a look. "Dean." "Well what then" Dean challenged in exasperation. Sam glanced at Bobby and then tipped his head in the other direction, implying Dean should follow him a few paces away. Once they were out of hearing range, Sam pointed out gently, "Look...we might have to wrap our heads around the idea that Bobby might not just bounce back this time." Dean felt something hot and sharp blocking his throat at this comment. It wasn't like he hadn't thought the same thing but thinking something to yourself and hearing it out loud from someone else were two entirely different things. Unsure of how to reply to something like that, he was relieved when Sam saved him by changing the subject. "What's in the envelope?" "Went to radiology. Got some glamour shots." Dean slipped the x-ray image free of its envelope and held it out. "Let's just say the doctors are baffled." Sam held the film up to the light, studying it with wide eyes. "Holy crap." "Yeah, well, Cas carved you one, too" Dean reminded him, taking the film back and returning it to the envelope. Sam nodded idly.
Before either of them could say anything else, Sam's phone was ringing. He placed it to one ear. "Hello?" He frowned, looking confused. "Castiel?" "Speak of the devil" Dean muttered with a wry smile. Sam's level of confusion deepened, his brow furrowing. "Ah, St. Martin's Hospital. Why? What are you—Cas?" He hung up with a shrug, pocketing the phone. No sooner had he done so then Castiel was striding up to them from the opposite direction. Dean raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Cell phone, Cas? Really? Since when do angels need to reach out and touch someone?" "You're hidden from angels now—all angels" Castiel reminded him patiently. "I won't be able to simply"- "Enough foreplay" Bobby interrupted from the confines of his room. "Get over here and lay your damn hands on me." Castiel didn't move. Neither did Sam or Dean who were both watching the angel. "Get healing" Bobby demanded gruffly. "Now." Castiel sighed heavily. "I can't." Bobby wheeled closer to the door with an almost dangerous expression. "Say that again." "I'm cut off from heaven and much of heaven's power" Castiel explained regretfully, entering the room. "Certain things I can do. Certain things I can't." "You're telling me you lost your mojo just in time to get me stuck in this trap the rest of my life" Bobby accused, staring hard at the angel. "I'm sorry" Castiel apologized somberly. "Shove it up your ass." Bobby twisted his wheelchair away, returning to simply staring out the window. A heavily awkward silence encased the room. Dean, being Dean, had to break it with some dry humor, addressing Sam in a low voice.
"At least he's talking now."
Dean and Sam were paying Bobby yet another visit in the hospital to see how he was holding up. It had been three days since he'd stabbed himself to kill that demon and learned he would most likely never have use of his legs again and so far all he'd done was sit in his newly acquired wheelchair and stare silently out the window. While Sam went directly to Bobby's room upon arrival at the hospital, Dean took a detour down to radiology. Complaining of a violent pain in his lungs earned him a few chest x-rays, which is all he was after. Ever since Cas had apparently carved that angel-warding sigil into their ribs, he'd been trying to picture what it looked like and had finally decided to just go find out. And what it looked like was a bunch of odd shapes and symbols covering nearly every portion of his ribs. The doctor on duty as well as three other he called in to take a look, were all stupefied by these results. Dean simply took a copy of the film and headed up to Bobby's room, his curiosity sated.
He found Sam in the hallway, simply looking into Bobby's room without actually entering. When Dean reached the door himself, he found Bobby in the same location they'd left him yesterday evening, in his wheelchair staring out the window without moving or saying a word. "It's been like three days now" Dean pointed out, worried. "We got to cheer him up." After a minute, he added thoughtfully, "maybe I'll give him a backrub." It was honestly the only idea that came to mind. Sam gave him a look. "Dean." "Well what then" Dean challenged in exasperation. Sam glanced at Bobby and then tipped his head in the other direction, implying Dean should follow him a few paces away. Once they were out of hearing range, Sam pointed out gently, "Look...we might have to wrap our heads around the idea that Bobby might not just bounce back this time." Dean felt something hot and sharp blocking his throat at this comment. It wasn't like he hadn't thought the same thing but thinking something to yourself and hearing it out loud from someone else were two entirely different things. Unsure of how to reply to something like that, he was relieved when Sam saved him by changing the subject. "What's in the envelope?" "Went to radiology. Got some glamour shots." Dean slipped the x-ray image free of its envelope and held it out. "Let's just say the doctors are baffled." Sam held the film up to the light, studying it with wide eyes. "Holy crap." "Yeah, well, Cas carved you one, too" Dean reminded him, taking the film back and returning it to the envelope. Sam nodded idly.
Before either of them could say anything else, Sam's phone was ringing. He placed it to one ear. "Hello?" He frowned, looking confused. "Castiel?" "Speak of the devil" Dean muttered with a wry smile. Sam's level of confusion deepened, his brow furrowing. "Ah, St. Martin's Hospital. Why? What are you—Cas?" He hung up with a shrug, pocketing the phone. No sooner had he done so then Castiel was striding up to them from the opposite direction. Dean raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Cell phone, Cas? Really? Since when do angels need to reach out and touch someone?" "You're hidden from angels now—all angels" Castiel reminded him patiently. "I won't be able to simply"- "Enough foreplay" Bobby interrupted from the confines of his room. "Get over here and lay your damn hands on me." Castiel didn't move. Neither did Sam or Dean who were both watching the angel. "Get healing" Bobby demanded gruffly. "Now." Castiel sighed heavily. "I can't." Bobby wheeled closer to the door with an almost dangerous expression. "Say that again." "I'm cut off from heaven and much of heaven's power" Castiel explained regretfully, entering the room. "Certain things I can do. Certain things I can't." "You're telling me you lost your mojo just in time to get me stuck in this trap the rest of my life" Bobby accused, staring hard at the angel. "I'm sorry" Castiel apologized somberly. "Shove it up your ass." Bobby twisted his wheelchair away, returning to simply staring out the window. A heavily awkward silence encased the room. Dean, being Dean, had to break it with some dry humor, addressing Sam in a low voice.
"At least he's talking now."
" Dean smiled sadly.