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Post by Bobby Singer on May 8, 2008 16:33:22 GMT -4
Booby had been tryin to help pick up a bit of the mess they had made in Missouri’s room in the rush to get Sam all taken care of when Sam’s voice broke through the room again and he turned back to look at the youngest Winchester boy who still looked a bit worse for wear.
Bobby made a step back towards the bed as he saw Sam struggling with trying to sit up which wasn’t the best course of action; but he knew the Winchesters and they were stubborn as all hell every last one of them. It worried Bobby just as he was sure it worried the others that it had been so long since any of them had heard from Dean. A crash from the downstairs shook the house and Bobby gripped on to one of the bed posts to keep his balance as his eyes darted towards the open doorway wondering what in the hell was going on now.
He locked eyes with Sam for the briefest of moments before walking around Missouri and quickly following after John his gun drawn not sure what exactly they should expect with the size of the crash they had heard. The downstairs of the house was a mess and as soon as Bobby could see what had happened he didn’t even pretend to begin to know what in hell had happened. Parked now inside of the house was a car he would have been willin to bet good money on was Dean’s Impala; there was wood and plaster and every sort of thing scattered all about the bottom floor.
His eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he took who it was sprawled on the hood of the car. John’s out cry for his son was heart breaking and Bobby stood still for a moment forgetting to breathe himself as he stared back at the dead body of Dean Winchester. Shoving the gun back into his jeans Bobby was at John’s side in a second as his friend pulled the dead body of his son into his arms.
“Dean?” his voice sounded so low and foreign even to him and he had been the one to say it. He wasn’t even sure what he was askin or what he was doing it was clear that it was Dean and no matter how many years of hunting he had done and how hard his heart had turned the sight of the boy he had known since he was a kid…the sight of the boy who he had thought of as one of his own dead before him was enough to destroy what was left of the old hunters heart.
Bobby took a hold of Dean’s legs as John barely had a hold of him in his arms. As he heard John say what had happened it wasn’t hard to see where he had noticed it from as there was still a dagger buried in Dean’s chest and his neck was twisted at an un-natural angel.
“Bring him in here,” Bobby stated solemnly as he turned into the hall and pushed open the door to a small bedroom on the first floor. Shifting dean’s weight back to John Bobby tossed the things which were lain on the bed on to the floor so that John could place Dean’s body on it. Bobby looked back at John not at all buying the expression he was trying to push towards the front. Bobby knew John and he knew the sight of his eldest boy dead in his arms was not something to deal with lightly.
Making his way back over to John Bobby took Dean’s body from him carefully and laid him out on the bed his eyes looking back into the destroyed room outside of the bedroom and thinking back to the other Winchester boy who was upstairs with no idea that his brother was downstairs…dead.
“There you go kid,” Bobby whispered to Dean taking a step away from his body once it was settled on the bed. He had no clue what in the blazes they were supposed to do now. He locked eyes with John the sorrow for his friend apparent in his eyes but he made no move towards him knowing John Winchester would deal with this in the only way he knew how…but then how exactly could you ever deal with the death of a son.
“We’ll sort it out John…Dean…we’ll get what did this to him…you don’t need to go getting yourself killed Winchester you hear me,” Bobby said taking a few steps towards John till he was standing directly in front of him trying to be a strong as possible.
“You and Sam need to stick this one out together…we’ll all fight this one out together,” Bobby corrected himself before wrapping his arms around John in a very foreign display of affection. But his best friend’s son had been murdered a boy who was entwined in his life more then his own family and as Bobby released John from the embrace he took a step back and looked at Dean determination and anger shinning in his eyes.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 8, 2008 16:57:24 GMT -4
Sam had watched his dad and Bobby wide eyed as they both rushed from the room down the stairs to go and investigate whatever it was that had crashed through the house. His eyes never left the doorway as he struggled to hear what was going on. His hands gripped at the sheets as he forced himself into a sitting position with a low almost animalistic growl as the pain consumed him once more. But no matter what his eyes never left the door even as Missouri made her way to his side he didn’t waiver.
It was at the sound of his father’s voice that Sam froze and his heart all but stopped breathing. His father had yelled his brother’s name…he had yelled Dean and there was something in his father’s voice that Sam had never heard in his entire life…it was the sound of terror and anguish and it ripped Sam clean to the core.
“Dean…” Sam’s voice came out in a small whisper as he stared wide eyed at the door waiting to hear his brother’s voice or anything which would let him know his brother was downstairs. He didn’t hear anything except for the voice of his father still panicked and the voice of Bobby as they struggled with something downstairs. Sam’s breathing had grown extremely labored and turned into gasping as he bordered on trying to keep his calm and not have a panic fit while he tried to hear what the hell was going on.
Sam’s eyes snapped over to Missouri the worry and panic apparent in his own shallow eyes as to what was going on.
“He said Dean right?…Dad…he called for him?” Sam was trying to hold on to what little grip on reality he had left but he couldn’t take this not knowing after he was all but positive he had heard his father.
“Dad?!” Sam waited a few seconds not hearing even voices any more from his father or Bobby. Something was wrong…something was very wrong and he could feel it.
“Something’s the matter Missouri…something happened…” Sam said desperately turning back to the woman by his side. He pushed himself the rest of the way up on the bed and pulled his feet over the side till they rested on the cold floor. The room around him was spinning and he clenched his eyes shut for a moment trying to get his wits about him. He swallowed hard and pushed himself up on to his feet and immediately cried out in pain as his leg screamed in protest from the bullet wound in his thigh.
“Jesus…” he whispered through gritted teeth as he leaned back against the bed his face white with pain and his eyes still laced with worry and agony as he looked back at Missouri desperately needing her help.
“Go see what’s wrong…please,” he all but begged hating the fact he was all but useless at the moment. But even so he refused to lay back down; he stood next to the bed gripping the post trying to breathe through the pain. He needed to get downstairs…he needed to know what had happened.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 8, 2008 17:12:03 GMT -4
Missouri felt all sorts of emotions running throughout the house as John made his way down the stairs. When she heard him yell she felt her heart sinking. Dean. That stupid boy had gone after Meg. That was her first thought when she heard John yell out the way he did. She watched as Bobby ran down the stairs as well and she quickly moved over to the bed hoping that maybe Sam, still in a bit of a confused state, wouldn't have caught the name his father had yelled out. But she knew better. There was no way he wouldn't have heard his brother's name.
"Yes honey he did say Dean," she said as she watched the door intently, knowing no one was going to be coming through it but wishing it so hard. She listened as Sam continued to talk saying something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong. Missouri turned when she heard Sam moving around and saw him sitting up and trying to get out a bed. She moved to make him lay back down but knew that would only anger the already worried and upset Sam.
"Sam you get back in bed this instant," she said, not making a move towards him and looking at the door again a bit in a trance. She then turned to look at him, snapping her attention back to that of Sam. She frowned. "If you get back in bed, or off that leg at least I will go see what's going on. But you so much as leave this room and you will be in trouble," she said as she pointed at him and headed for the door quickly.
Missouri paused in the doorway and looked at Sam for a moment. "Please Sammy just stay for a minute. You're father doesn't need you hurting yourself right now honey," she said before turning and going downstairs.
She tried to block out all the bad feelings as she made her way towards another room on the bottom floor, trying to ignore the large car in her ruined living room. Stopping in the doorway she looked in sadly at the room. She watched as Bobby took Dean's body and rested it on the bed. "Oh Dean," she said quietly as she watched Bobby move to give John a hug. She sighed and let the two be for a moment.
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Post by John Winchester on May 8, 2008 19:04:00 GMT -4
John accepted Bobby's help, almost mechanically as he followed his friend into the small bedroom downstairs. He didn't want to look at Dean in the state he was, but he wanted just that extra reassurance that he actually was dead. Okay, so he knew he was deep down, but he just didn't want to admit it. His son couldn't die, not before him at least...It just wasn't right...
Bobby's words to him sort of bounced off slightly, not really listening, but knew his friend was just trying to be reassuring. ...you don’t need to go getting yourself killed Winchester you hear me. He heard Bobby say. He hadn't really contemplated that thought yet but started thinking of what he could do to help Dean...Couldn't he bring him back somehow?
He was brought out of those thoughts when Bobby suddenly hugged him. He automatically put his arms half up and put them on Bobby's arms until he let go. "Thanks Bobby." He said to his best friend. Glancing to Dean again and then to Bobby. Then they were silent for a moment, and he was glad of the silence. Trying to keep his composure, wondering how he was going to tell Sam. Knowing Sam would want to come and see Dean, but couldn't get down the stairs. It was too much for the family to cope with. For him to cope with...He was just glad of Bobby and Missouri being around. "We need to do something...can't just stand around...waiting." He told them, noticing Missouri in the doorway. "I need to tell Sam." He said finally. Part of the truth is he just couldn't look at Dean's body for much longer, it was just getting to painful.
He moved past Bobby, giving him a quick pat on the shoulder, and a weak smile to Missouri, which disappeared as soon as it had appeared. He was just trying to work out in his head how to tell Sam, although he had a feeling that he kinda knew. He climbed the stairs slowly, and took a deep breath before going into Sam's room he was in. He saw the look on Sam's face, and guessed he might have known what happened, but he had to tell him properly. He moved to stand by the side of the bed, unsure of whether to sit or stand, so just stayed standing for the moment. "Sam..." He said quietly looking at Sam's face. "Your brother's downstairs...It looks like Meg or another demon has killed him..." He told him, trying to stay strong for Sam, but looking at his face, it was a tough job to do...
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 8, 2008 19:52:06 GMT -4
Missouri moved out of the way to let John get by. She lightly rested a hand on his shoulder as he passed before looking in at Bobby and Dean's body. She then quickly turned away and went to the kitchen putting on the kettle to start working. She had a feeling this was going to be a long night. She'd be needing to set up some crystals possibly even some candles in Sam and possibly Dean's rooms. There was no way she was leaving them in her house unprotected and without aid of healing. Then there was also the deal of what she was going to do about the big ole hole in her living room with a car sitting in it. That Meg. She'd hated the demon before but now Missouri was just down right pissed. It gone and harmed one of her boys, ruined her house, and killed one of her other boys. She never used this word lightly but she had a feeling Dean would enjoy the thought so she smiled to herself as she pulled a few ingredients out and mumbled, "That Meg is a btch." She was making her rescue remedy. She'd found it a short while ago when a friend had sent her the recipe. She pulled it out of her book she kept in her kitchen drawer and began reading the page again. She hadn't had any reason to make it in a good while. Cherry Plum: for when you fear you are going to lose control of yourself and do something dreadful, which can include hurting or injuring others and suicide. Cherry Plum helps when the loss of control has already taken place and calms the frantic fear and dread that comes with it. (likend to a small child in a screaming, irrational rage.) Fears of going mad and of acting irrationally are Cherry Plum fears.
In Rescue Remedy it steadies thought and helps with rational thought evaluating a situation.
Clematis: is for when your mind drifts away from the present into fantasies of the future, or into alternative versions of the present. Dreaming of future success, creative endeavour and achievement, but a state of not being sufficiently anchored in reality to make them happen. Helps bring you back to earth and back to yourself to focus on real life.
In Rescue remedy it helps to clear the fuzzy, light-headed feeling that can come at times of emergency.
Impatients: is the remedy against impatience, frustration and irritability caused by impatience. you can get into this state sometimes or be an Impatiens types, who lives life in a rush and hate being held back.Helps being relaxed and patient and a little less hasty.
In Rescue Remedy it is used to help calm agitated thoughts and feelings.
Rock Rose: is for when you feel in the panicky, terror struck fear that makes conscious thought and decision next to impossible. it help to get you calm and give you courage to find strength you did not think you had.
In Rescues Remedy it is used to help with the terror fear caused by trauma or panic attacks.
Star of Bethlehem: is for relieving after-effects of any shock, such as unexpected bad news or an unwelcome event. Even useful for effects of a shock received many years ago, when working through this trauma even from very early in childhood. Relieves the sense of emptiness and loss that sometimes occurs when a loved one dies or moves away,or out of your live.
In Rescue Remedy it is the comforting element, especially when you refuse to be consoled.Missouri shuddered when she was done reading it. She hated to have to make it. She also doubted whether she'd get it into John, the stubborn old fool. He'd probably tell her he didn't need anything to help him with what was happening. She didn't even know what Bobby would say. And Sammy..well she already needed to make him something to help him heal so maybe she'd be able to get at least a little of it in him to at least make him a bit calm until his wounds were a bit healed. She hoped. (italics- taken from www.religions-and-spiritualities-guide.com/rescues-remedy.html *credits*)
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 9, 2008 9:31:11 GMT -4
Bobby glanced towards the doorway as he saw Missouri enter the room slightly and see Dean’s body. It seemed as if within the last few hours the 3 of them had everything under the moon heaped on them but they would need to sort weeding through things before they choked.
“We’ll get it sorted John…we can’t go into this half cocked and not expect to come out de…we’ve just got to be positive we do this damned thing the right way as all of going and getting killed won’t do nobody no good,” Bobby tried to explain even though he didn’t want to wait to sort things out himself.
Bobby watched John as he left the room a part of him wanted to stop him and let him have a second alone with Dean to think things out in his head before he went back upstairs to see Sam but another part of him…the part that won out and the part which knew John Winchester like the back of his hand knew John needed to do what he was going to do so Bobby let him walk out of the room leaving him alone with Dean’s body.
The silence in the room was un-nerving but Bobby slowly made his way around the side of the bed and peered down at Dean’s still body, the person who was laid out on the bed wasn’t Dean though. He was too still and too silent and those were two things that Dean Winchester never had been not even when he was a boy. Bobby’s eyed the assaulting knife buried in the boy’s chest and knew they couldn’t leave it in there; after all sooner or later they would have to salt and burn the body and lay Dean to rest properly; but Bobby knew it was no time to bring that up.
His eyes couldn’t leave the dagger though and as much as he needed it to be freed from Dean’s chest he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He couldn’t be the one responsible for that last final act.
“Looks like you left the job of lookin out for that idgit dad and brother of yours there Dean…slacker,” Bobby whispered with a solemn smile as he gazed down at Dean’s lifeless face.
“I’ll do right by them Dean…as best as these bones can do,” and with that final promise Bobby walked out of the room and back into the hallway.
The mess in the living room was hard to ignore as pieces of wood and plaster from the Impala driving into the house was everywhere. Bobby could almost feel Dean’s anger at the fact that his prized car was sitting in the living room covered in rubble. They had to start somewhere after all and Bobby knowing cars and having worked at the Yard for more years then he could remember knew Dean would have trusted him to handle it as best as he could; so Bobby started on the task of pulling the pieces of wood and plaster and debris from off of the car and tossing them out into a pile on the front lawn to try and get the house as livable as possible till they could sort a way to repair it.
Within several moments Bobby had cleared away the rubble as best as he damn well could and he inspected the damage to the car which was surprisingly not much at all.
“She’ll be alright with just a few scratches buffed out and a new headlight,” Bobby stated as if he was talking to Dean.
He carefully made his way into the driver’s side of the car and started the car up and eased it carefully out of the front of the house and back out on to the driveway. Turning ignition of Bobby sat in the car for a few moments longer as he tried to build up the walls which had broken when he had first seen dean; he needed those walls firmly back into place to deal with everything they were going to have to go up against.
Bobby finally exited the car and went back into the house trying to fix the hole and cover up the damage as best as he could for now. His eyes flicked up to the stairs from time to time as he couldn’t help but wonder how the Winchester’s were holding up but he knew they needed their time at the moment so he continued to set about workin.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 9, 2008 15:53:51 GMT -4
Sam Winchester had used what little strength he had built up in his battered and broken body to hold on desperately to the side of the bed. His injured leg was all but screaming at him to lay back on the bed but he had already used so much energy to get up off of it; it would seem a waste to just lay back down and call it a night…and this was of course completely over looking the immense amount of anxiety he felt ripping through him from the tone of his fathers voice downstairs.
He felt himself nod slowly as Missouri instructed him to stay put while she went to go see what had happened. He could do that…he could stay put for a few minutes while she went to go see what had happened downstairs and then would come back and tell him…he could do that right?...Ok so he would give her 5 minutes and then he would go see and he felt that he was being generous with that as his nerves were frayed and his aching body plagued with worry and fear about what had gone on downstairs.
He had remained rooted in his spot though next to the bed his eyes glued to the open doorway as he waited for Missouri to come back and tell him something about what had happened. His heart stopped in his chest as he heard footsteps making their way up the stairs; but they didn’t belong to Missouri, they were heavier footsteps they were the footsteps of his father and knowing that caused Sam’s panic to grow ten fold.
Sam’s eyes immediately locked with his father’s the moment he walked into the room. His father’s presence, the look on his face; everything about him told Sam that something was very wrong and he could feel his eyes growing wide as John made his way to stand next to him. Sam’s hands were shaking as he gripped the edge of the bed and stared back at his father swallowing down the lump which had risen in his throat as he tried to keep it together.
” Sam... Your brother's downstairs...It looks like Meg or another demon has killed him..."
The relief Sam felt in the instance he heard him say that Dean was downstairs was immediately shattered when his father explained that Dean was dead. He felt what little color he ah delft in his face blanch and his entire body seemed to tremor by the force of the verbal blow his father had heaped upon him.
Sam’s eyes never left John’s and he felt him shake his head softly denying what his father had just told him. It was un-acceptable and Sam wouldn’t believe it for a minute, not till he saw it not till he knew there was without a shadow of a doubt that his brother was dead.
“No…no he’s not…he can’t be…did you check him? Are you sure?” Sam’s voice was hollow; his mind not allowing him to comprehend the words his father had just spoken to him. He couldn’t believe it because if he even played with the possibility for a moment it would mean it was true and he couldn’t deal with that.
“You’re lying…it’s not true,” Sam whispered desperately again his eyes never leaving his father’s as tear brimmed behind his eyes and spilled own his cheeks as he struggled to deal with how it felt to be utterly destroyed inside in a matter of seconds.
His eyes snapped away from John’s and focused once more on the empty doorway; it seemed as if all his life things had always been standing in his way no matter how hard he tried something else always fell into the path. Sam breathed deeply the tears still streaming down his face but he didn’t care about anything except for getting to his brother.
Without another word Sam tried to gather some strength and he slowly brushed by his father and towards the door way making his way at a slow limp his injuries screaming at him every bit of the way till he reached the edge of the stairs.
This was going to prove to be a bit of an obstacle…
His eyes stared down the wooden steps as he gripped the side of the rail his hands gripping so tightly his hands cramped but after a few moments Missouri’s house faded around him and instead was replaced by one of the many houses the Winchester’s had stayed in growing up.
Sam could his father’s voice clear as day as he stared down at the stairs. They had been living in an old house in the middle of nowhere Oklahoma and he had been 5 maybe 6 years old at the oldest and it had been the first time they had been staying in a house with steps and Sam had sent about every waking hour playing on them.
“Sam! Don’t go down the stairs that way you’re gonna break your neck!”
But of course Sam being Sam at the age of 5 knew best just like any other 5 year old does.
“It’s a safe way Dad!!! Just like sittin!”
He had started at the top steps sitting down and had scooted his way all the way down the steps over and over…till he had miss scooted and toppled down breaking his wrist and incurring the anger of his father and the sympathy of his brother. He had cried for pretty much 2 hours straight till they had gotten the doctor to cast his wrist and they had gotten back home. John had sent Sam to his room for not listening but Dean had joined him and within the hour both Winchester boys had been back scooting down the steps.
Sam blinked a few times and ran his free hand over the bandage on his head as he stared down the steps before him. Scooting had worked then why shouldn’t it work now? He could of course do without the toppling down bit but then again he wasn’t 5 any more he could only hope he was a bit more coordinated.
With a bit of effort Sam sat down on the edge of the top step and dreading it all the way he managed to scoot down the steps without injuring his leg entirely too much.
“Just like sitting,” he whispered to himself as he reached the bottom drenched in sweat and gritting his teeth in pain but at the bottom. After regaining some of his nerve Sam barely pulled himself back up and on to his feet. Staggering slightly from the pain he gripped the banister till the room stopped spinning. He could hear Bobby working in the other room and he couldn’t even bring himself to look at the wreckage his eyes were immediately torn to the door of the first floor bedroom.
His heart pounded in his chest and he was almost certain it was going to rip out entirely as he slowly made his way down the hall and to the door he didn’t have time to pause or anything and he pushed his way into the room and immediately froze at the sight that rushed to greet him. Instead of the face of his smiling carefree older brother there was nothing but a hollow shell attempting to stake claim to being Dean Winchester.
“Dean…no no no no,” Sam had no others words to grasp at as he made his way to his brother’s side his eyes searching desperately over the dead body trying to find anything to tell him his brother was alive. His fingers trembling pushed their way against his neck desperately searching for a pulse but not finding one. His eyes looked for any sign of breathing but it never came and Sam Winchester all but died the moment he realized his older brother was gone.
His entire body trembled and took a few steps backwards his eyes scanning the room not knowing what to do not knowing how to handle this.
“No…please don’t,” his voice was barely audible till his eyes locked back down on to Dean’s body.
“What am I supposed to do?!” Sam yelled his entire frame shaking with rage he felt but didn’t know where to aim it at. His eyes fell upon the dagger planted in his brother’s chest and without a second of hesitation Sam tore the dagger from Dean’s chest and let it clatter to the ground as he stood hot tears of anguish running down his face as he stared down at the still un-moving form of his brother.
His breaths were panicked and desperate and within seconds he collapsed on to the chair next to the bed resting his head on the mattress next to his brother sobs wracking his entire body as he no longer had the will to hold anything at bay. Sam silently sobbed next to Dean’s body his face buried into the mattress and his hand gripping the cold dead hand of his brother’s tell he fell into an anguished and exhausted sleep.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 9, 2008 18:40:47 GMT -4
Missouri stayed in the kitchen continuing to pour over her book as she bustled around trying to get everything ready as soon as possible. The sounds of Bobby working in the other room to clean off Dean's car and her living room sounded distant as she walked into the dining room to her cabinet full of ingredients, charms and the like.
"Alright Cherry Plum," she said as she pulled it off the shelf and placed it on the table behind herself. "And I know I have some clematis around here somewhere....good thing I didn't use it on that poor kid worrin about college," she mumbled as she continued to rummage for what she needed.
Frowning Missouri stood up from her stooped forum and glared at the cabinet for a moment. "Now where'd the dang Impatients go?" If there was one thing Missouri needed right at this moment. It was impatients. She'd definitely be adding an extra bit of that to hers at this rate if she didn't calm down and search carefully.
After another moment or two she found it next to the Rock Rose and sighed, placing both on the table with the other jars.
Missouri turned as she listened to Sam bumping down the stairs and smiled a bit. She remembered the boys getting a kick out of them when they were little....well at least little Sammy had. She was pretty sure Dean had too though the boy'd never admit it out loud.
She turned back towards the cabinet to grab the last ingredient as she heard Sam go into the bedroom. She immediately felt pain. Such intense sadness. Sam must have seen Dean by now. She quickly grabbed the jar labeled Star of Bethlehem.
"Star of Bethlehem is for relieving after-effects of any shock, such as unexpected bad news or an unwelcome event. Even useful for effects of a shock received many years ago, when working through this trauma even from very early in childhood. Relieves the sense of emptiness and loss that sometimes occurs when a loved one dies or moves away,or out of your live. In Rescue Remedy it is the comforting element, especially when you refuse to be consoled," Missouri recited to herself.
The sound of her second kettle going off on the stove entered her thoughts. She picked up the jars and vials. Missouri hurried back into the kitchen and pulled it off before turning to the table where she had placed cups for the tea. They weren't tea cups however. It wouldn't have been appropriate. She'd grabbed down everyone's specific favorite mug and started set a tea strainer over the first one.
She'd leave Sam be for a bit since it seemed like he'd settled into the room for the next few minutes and decided to try Bobby first. She had a feeling John still needed a bit and Bobby had been working hard with clearing out the room. She'd heard him pull the car into the driveway a few minutes before.
After Missouri poured and pinched the right this and that into the strainer she poured the hot water over and let it sit for a minute or two. She turned to place the kettle back on the stove and caught a glimpse of the still open cabinet she'd retrieved the mugs from.
One mug still sat in there alone and she stared at it. Dean's mug. How badly she wanted to grab it and pull it down and start to fill it up with the rest of the mugs. But of course...she wouldn't really need to be making this tea if it weren't for him dying. Stubbornly she quickly pressed any tears that had started to form in the corners of her eyes away and bustled back over the the mugs and moved the strainer out of Bobby's mug, placing it on the table.
She heard Bobby in the living room working on probably the wall and proceded to follow the sound of the work, closing the door to 'Dean's Room' as she walked by and saw Sam inside, giving him some peace.
"Bobby why don't you take a break honey," her authoritative voice called as she entered the room.
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 11, 2008 11:54:57 GMT -4
Bobby had continued to work on clearing away the mess and everything else that had landed itself in teh front of Missouri's house. He was doing it for a few reasons; one he was pretty sure the woman didn't appreciate a hole in the front of her house and second when daylight came he was pretty sure her neighbors would begin to wonder how teh hole got there adn they still had Dean's body in the house adn Sam who looked like he was a torture victim...none of them could afford police and neighbors poking around them.
He had managed to clear away all of the wreckage in the room his eyes only shifting slightly as he noticed Sam make his way slowly into Dean's room. He would let the boy have the time he needed then they would all need to figure out what they were going to do with Dean. Bobby had begun to work on covering the hole when he heard Missouri's voice in the room and he put down the tools and looked back at the woman.
"You got a rather big hole in this here room Missouri...may start to draw some attention," Bobby responded with a shrug as he set down the tools and made his way over to where Missouri was standing.
"Winchesters been up there for awhile...I haven't gone to check on him thinking hemight need the time...but we'll need to make sure that he doesn't go off and do anything...costly," Bobby said with a sigh.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 11, 2008 13:13:39 GMT -4
"And by costly you mean stupid," Missouri said, feeling the ghost of a smile come onto her face for a moment at the thought of how all Winchesters were so fast to act and slow to think things through...well at least normally.
Missouri handed Bobby the tea. "Well I think I'll go check on him in a minute or two." She looked over at all the work Bobby had done. "You've done a mighty fine job Bobby. Thank you very much for helpin out. Most of the town knows to leave me be. Don't worry about any police or anybody."
"Let me know if you get hungry or need help or anythin," she said, resting a hand on Bobby's shoulder for a moment before turning and heading back for the kitchen to start making the tea for John.
She went through the same process she had with Bobby's and set the strainer, pouring the still hot water over the leaves and letting it sit for a few minutes. The smell wafted through the room and she felt a bit calmer just making it.
Kettle back on the stove and strainer resting on the table Missouri made her way for the stairs and carefully climbed them, heading for the room they'd fixed Sammy up in the night before. She knocked on the door. "John honey?" she said, not wanting to just go barging in.
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Post by John Winchester on May 11, 2008 16:31:22 GMT -4
John had watched the pain on Sam's face when he had told him about Dean's fate. There had been no other way to break it to him, and he thought he'd better tell him, otherwise he'd find his way downstairs and find him, and then probably be mad at him or Bobby, or Missouri for not telling him and do something stupid. Not that he could though seeing as he looked like he was going to be moving very slowly over the next couple of days. "I'm sorry Sam." He repeated as his youngest son tried to come to terms with what had happened. She let Sam brush past him and just stood there, glancing at where Sam was headed. "Sam you can't..." But his voice was soft and he knew Sam wouldn't give it much thought now he was determined to see his brother.
John let him go and listened to him make his way slowly down the stairs, and sunk himself onto the bed, that Sam had previously been on. He thought it best to leave Sam alone for a while with his brother, and told himself he'd go down in twenty minutes or so and see how he was. He was still trying to cope and he couldn't sit still. He started pacing the room slightly, a little agitated and annoyed that there wasn't more that he could do for Sam. Taking a deep breath he went passed the door and shut it, so he could just have time to himself and to think clearly.
He wanted to do his best by his son's but obviously his best hadn't been good enough. He paced slightly and sat on the bed, so lost in his thoughts he lost track of time. He was at the moment perched on the edge of the bed, with one hand under his chin and one hand just running it over his head before moving it to his lap. He had shed some tears on his own, but they were soon gone. He knew he had to stay strong, and he'd spent to many years holding things back, and keeping things together, it was still hard to break. Although they had been broken down a lot due to Dean's death.
He looked up as he heard a knock on the door, and heard Missouri's voice on the other side of it. "Yeah I'm here Missouri." He said slightly moody. "I ain't gone no where." He muttered afterwards, with a glance to the door.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 11, 2008 18:05:20 GMT -4
Missouri nudged the door open. Her face softened when she saw John sitting on the bed. "Oh John," she sighed as she walked over, "You all are going to break my heart." She stopped next to the bed and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Here this should help at least a little bit. I know you don't normally like takin my teas sometimes but please drink it."
Handing it to him she sat down on the bed next to him and looked around the room. "Well Bobby's been working downstairs and moved the car into the driveway and is busy working on the wall. I'm going to go down and help him in a minute I just wanted to check on you since you'd been so quiet." It wasn't exactly a lie since it was true...but the rest of it, what she had left unsaid, hung in the air as if she had said it. 'I just wanted to check on you since you'd been so quiet. We were worried you'd gone and left us here to do something Winchester-like. '
"Sammy fell asleep last I checked," she said. "I was going to try and get him to come back upstairs to lay down but I didn't want to bother him."
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