Shia was very upset, she wasn't blaming anyone else but herself. She was now in the truck with her dad, Bobby, every now and then he would glance between her and the road.
"You know this ain't your fault, right?" Bobby told his daughter, Shia.
"No, dad, I should have went with them! How could I be so stupid?!"
"If you would have went then you would have gotten hurt. Stop blaming yourself, you had nothing to do with it."
"I should've been there, I could have orbed them away before the truck could have hit them," Shia said quietly, all she could think about is how she could have helped.
"Yeah, and you know how your powers have been acting lately. You need to get focused. If you were out there you wouldn't have had the strength to orb everyone out the way. Now, you stop your grievin'. This ain't your fault." Bobby told Shia, he couldn't understand why she was taking this to the heart. It wasn't her fault, Dean was the one to tell her to stay behind while him and Sam went to go find John. Then...he understood why this was hurting her so bad. It was her lover that is hurt, it is her best friend hurt, it is a man that's like a second father to her that us hurting right now. Shia's been so good to everyone, she doesn't deserve to lose anybody in her life. Bobby now understands completely, he took Shia's hand in his as he drove to the hospital Sam, Dean, and John stayed.
Bobby and Shia was now at the hospital where Sam was waiting out front, Shia jumped out of the car to run to Sam to give him a tight hug.
"Oh my God, I'm glad you're okay. I was so worried," Shia whispered in his ear. "Oh God, sorry, am I hurting you? Are you okay?"
"No, I'm fine." Sam told her.
"How's John?" Shia asked, Sam gave her a saddened look.
"He's not awake yet."
"Oh God. What about Dean?" Shia asked quietly, something in her gut told her that she didn't want to know the answer.
"Dean's got it worst than any of us, he's unconscious. They say he has a slight chance of waking up," Sam informed his best friend. Shia's heart broke for Dean, she could feel the tears run slowly down her face causing her mascara to become a black mess. Sam couldn't do anything but pull her into him to give her a comforting hug.
Shia knocks on John Winchesters door, he gave her a soft smile and nodded her to come inside.
"I see you're awake." Shia said sitting beside him in a chair.
"Yeah, well, I guess I am." John said giving her his bitch face, Shia laughed a little.
"John, don't be a smartass. I hate it. How are you feeling anyways?"
"Like hammered shit. What about you? How do you feel, baby girl?"
"I feel terrible. I should have been there for you guys, John. Now, Dean's in their suffering," Shia told him as she tried to blink her tears away. John grabbed her hand.
"You love my boy, don't you?" John asked.
"More than anything,"
"Promise you'll take care of him?"
"You know I'll always take care of both of them, John. Why? What are thinking?" Shia asked, she could tell that John was up to something. Her heart was burning, she got that feeling when something bad could happen at any moment.
"I just wanted to know. Look, we usually fight a little. Hell, we never really saw eye to eye. I love you. Okay? I want you to know that." John said as he reached over and gave Shia a small kiss on the forehead.
"I love you too, John. I'm gonna go visit Dean now. I think I should." Shia said getting out of her seat and walking out of the door before she left she turned around to give John a smile.
Shia enters Dean's room and takes a deep breath. He was lying in the bed. Numerous tubes were attached to him. "Oh, Dean," she softly says. She hobbles over a chair sitting next to his bed and sits down. She grabs his hand, being mindful of the IV, and squeezes it. "Dean, babe, you have to wake up. I-I can't lose you." She blinks back the tears. "You're my best friend, my boyfriend, my everything. I need you in my life. I just…I can't lose you, Dean. I don't know what I'd do without you." Little does she knows Dean's spirit is in the room with her.
'Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna wake up. Okay?' Dean told Shia, but the only thing is...she can't hear him.
"Oh Dean. I love you so much." Shia said to Dean's hospitalized body.
'I love you too, babe. I never told you that, but I should have. I love you so much baby.'
Shia lets go of his hand and wipes away the tears. Fifteen minutes later, Sam walks in carrying a large paper bag. "Hey," he says, giving her a soft smile. He sits down on the floor and takes out the Ouija board. Shia let's out a soft laugh. Did he really bring a Ouija board? Shia gets up of her sit to follow Sam to the floor.
"Shia, you don't have to-" Sam begins to say.
"If you think I'm missing out on this, then you are out of your damn mind," Shia interrupts. Sam smiles and helps her sit down on the floor, before sitting down next to her. "You know, when I was about fifteen Bobby caught me using one of these. He was so pissed. He was all like 'If you want to talk to some damn ghost you can come on hunts with me. Never turn to some damn Ouija board.' After he left the room, I laughed my ass off."
Sam laughs and shakes his head. "Shia, we have to be serious about this."
"Alright, fine." She waves her hand in front of her face. "I'm getting serious right now."
'Sammy? You've got to be kidding me? A Ouija board?' Dean said walking over to them.
"Dean, we think maybe you're around and if you are…don't make fun of me for this, but, um, we can use this to talk."
Sam and Shia each place a hand on the planchette. "Dean, if you are there, then give us a sign," Shia says and Sam stares at her. "Fine. Dean, are you here?"
The planchette moves to the word 'yes' and they smile.
"It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean." Sam says out loud.
'I'll be damned. It works.' Dean says to himself. Since no one can hear him or see him...he only has himself.
The planchette moves to the letters 'H' and 'U'.
"Dean, what? H…U…" The planchette moves to the letter 'N'.
"Dean, are you hunting," Shia asks, worry etched on her features.
The planchette moves to 'Yes.'
"Dean, it's in the hospital, what you're hunting - do you know what it is," Sam asks. The planchette doesn't move. "What is it?"
The planchette moves to the letters 'R', 'E', 'A', 'P'.
"Oh my God," Shia says softly. "It's a reaper."
"Dean, is it after you," Sam asks.
The planchette moves to the word 'Yes'.
Sam and Shia take their hands off the planchette. "If it's here naturally…there's no way to stop it."
"Like hell there isn't," Shia says, shaking her head. "We will find Death and break its leg with a baseball bat or something. I won't let a reaper that my man."
"Dad'll know what to do," Sam replies, standing up. Shia stands up beside him and return to her seat. "I'll be back real quick."
Shia looks at Dean's body. "I promise we'll find a way to get you back. I mean that," she says.
Sam walks back in. "Hey, Dad wasn't in his room," he says, walking over to where Shia was sitting. He holds up John's journal. "But I got his journal. There could be something in here." He starts to look through the journal, but stops. "Shouldn't we check and see if Bobby wants you back home or something?"
"I'm 24, dude. It's not like I'm 15 again." Shia said giving Sam her best bitch face.
"Just making sure." Sam said laughing softly to himself.
Shia leans against the sink in the small bathroom attached to Dean's room and washes her hands. She and Sam had been unable to find anything in John's journal that could help them with the reaper. She grabs a paper towel and dries her hands. She tosses it into the trashcan. She takes one look in the mirror, she looks like a mess, her ponytail was unkempt...she had tear stains running down her face. As she was about to make her way out of the bathroom, she heard Sam speak.
"We couldn't find anything in the book," Sam says. Shia stands there, realizing he was talking to Dean. "I don't know how to help you. But me and Shia, we'll keep trying, all right? As long as you keep fighting." Sam lets out a sad laugh. "I mean, come on, you can't leave me here alone with Dad and Shia. They'll kill each other, you know that. And we both know I'm not as good as you at running interference between Shia and Dad. I mean, hell, me and Dad bud head sometimes. Dean, you gotta hold on. You can't go now, man. We were just starting to be brothers again…can you hear me?"
Nothing happens. Shia walks out of the bathroom and Sam looks up. "Hey," she softly says.
"Guess you heard that, huh?"
"Yeah." Shia grabs his hand and squeezes. "Sam, we're going to do everything we can. It's just gonna take some time. We'll start in the morning. We'll look through every book we can think of, call everyone that might be able to help. But we are gonna do everything we can."
"Thanks-" Dean jumps and gags on the breath tube. Sam and Shia stare in shock. "Dean?"
"Sam, go get help," Shia says, snapping out of the shock. She runs over to the bed as Sam goes to the door.
"Help," Sam shouts in the hallway. "We need help!"
Shia sat in the chair, holding on to Dean's hand, and Sam stood next to her. Dean was lying in bed, perfectly fine. The doctor was at the end of the bed, reading from the chart. "I can't explain it. The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You've got some kind of angel watching over you," the doctor explains.
"Thanks, doc," Dean replies and the doctor walks out of the room. He looks at Sam and Shia. "So you guys said a reaper was after me?"
"Yeah," Sam answers.
"How'd I ditch it?"
"No clue," Shia says. "Dean, you honestly don't remember a thing?"
"No. Except this pit in my stomach. Something's wrong."
A knock comes from the door and they all look to see John enter. "How you feeling, dude," John asks Dean.
Dean shrugs. "Fine, I guess. I'm alive."
"That's what matters."
"Where were you last night," Sam angrily demands.
"I had some things to take care of."
"Well, that's specific."
"Sam," Sam says, giving him a disapproving look.
"Did you go after the demon," Sam asks.
"No," John answers.
Sam scoffs. "You know, why don't I believe you right now?"
John sadly smiles at his youngest son. "Can we not fight? You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I - I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't wanna fight anymore, okay?"
"Dad, are you all right," Sam asks, taken back.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm just tired," John replies. "Hey, Sam, Shia, would you, uh…would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?"
"Yeah, yeah sure," Sam says, pulling Shia out of the room with him
"We should get some pudding," Shia says as she walks out of the room with Sam. "Oh, chocolate pudding." Once they're far enough from the room, Shia slaps Sam on the shoulder. "I hit your shoulder cause I can't reach the back of your damn head, Gigantor. I know me and John fight all the time, but damn it. The man walks into the room and you're already starting to bicker at him."
"Sorry," Sam replies. They reach the elevator and Sam presses the down button. The elevator doors open and they get in. Shia presses the button for the floor where the cafeteria was. "I just…I wanted to know, Shia. He goes missing for the entire night and Dean suddenly gets better-"
"Sam, I get where you're coming from. Believe me, I do. I just think you should've waited. You kinda brought down the mood there. You guys all alive and healthy and all that other stuff." Shia said.
"Except for my hurt arm," Sam informed his best friend.
"You're still alive and healthy."
Shia walks in Dean's room and drops a pudding cup into his lap. She climbs into the hospital bed and pulls out another pudding cup and two forks. "Courtesy of the hospital cafeteria," she says.
"Where's Sam? And why don't we have spoons?," Dean asks, taking the fork and pudding.
"He went to find your Dad to give him the world's best cup of coffee. And you know I hate spoons."
"How do you feel?" Dean asked his girlfriend as he wrapped an arm around her.
"I'm fine. I just...I miss you." Shia says looking into Dean's beautiful green eyes. Dean leaned over and kissed Shia, the kiss started out soft but turned into passion and desire. When the pulled apart Dean left Shia wanting more. "I love you, Dean."
"I know. I lo-" Dean began to say but his sentence was cut short.
"It's Dad. Something's wrong," Sam frantically explains. Shia quickly gets out of her boyfriend's hospital bed and stands up. Sam helps Dean out of the bed and they all make their way down the hallway. They reach a room and see John lying on a bed, with a doctor and nurses working on him.
A nurse walks over to them. "No, no, no, it's our Dad. It's our Dad," Dean tells her and the nurse nods, walking back over.
"Okay, let's try again - an amp of atropine," the doctor tells the nurses.
"Come on," Dean mutters as he reaches down and grabs Shia's hand.
"Okay. Stop compression."
"Come on, come on." Shia says to herself.
A nurse touches John's wrist. "Still no pulse." Shia squeezes Dean's hand back as a long beep comes from a machine.
"Okay, that's it, everybody. I'll call it. Time of death - 10:41 A.M."
"No." Shia whispers to herself as tears run down her face freely.