Part 2, Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Sioux Falls, South Dakota
Bobby was waiting for them on the front steps when Sam and Cas dragged Dean in. "Everyone okay?" he asked. Sam had called to fill him in on Dean's stupid, suicidal plan to say yes, so he figured it was better to check, even if everyone looked okay.
"Yeah, we're--" Sam cut himself off, frozen. "Bobby? You're...you're standing."
He grinned. "Yep."
"When did--no, nevermind, how the hell did that happen?" Dean asked, apparently shocked out of whatever mental hole he'd talked himself into by the sight. Which was at least ninety percent of why Bobby hadn't said anything over the phone earlier.
"Judas healed me," Bobby said. "Yesterday. He woke up for a bit. Passed out again right after, but he seems okay."
"Where is he now?" Castiel asked.
"Back in the panic room," he said.
Castiel nodded.
"This is...wow, that was really nice of him," Sam said.
"He said he wanted to thank me for looking after him," Bobby said. Then, figuring the moment was fading, he said, "Come on in. We should talk."
'Talk' turned out to mean something along the lines of 'babysit Dean so he doesn't do anything stupid.'
And then 'babysit Adam and Dean at the same time,' which led to Dean being locked up in the panic room with Judas, because, as Sam put it, the house was full of flight risks.
Dean spent the first few minutes pacing and looking over at Judas every so often. Because it totally wasn't weird at all, being locked up with a dude who looked barely alive. Especially since the reasons he did were mostly tied to...
"Why do I feel like you're the only person in this freaking house that gets it?" he finally asked.
Judas, unsurprisingly, didn't move or answer.
Dean sighed, and sat down on the floor across from the cot. "I mean...you blew yourself up to save us, back in Carthage. You didn't have to do that, but you freaking volunteered. And you weren't near as desperate as..."
He shook his head. "And what you told Sam back there, about being a shield or whatever? That's part of it. Especially now that Adam's involved. I'm staring down the face of this thing, and I'm out of options. I can't save everyone, so I gotta save who I can, while I can. You get that, right?"
Judas remained silent, his breathing barely visible.
"Well, you're fun to talk to," Dean muttered.
He sat there for a few minutes, fiddling morosely with the end of one of his sleeves. It didn't take long for the silence, only broken by the fan creaking above them, started to wear on him. "Maybe things wouldn't be this bad if Gabriel would get off his ass and do something--I mean, what the hell have you got on him, anyway, to make him stick his neck out for you? He doesn't give a rat's ass about anyone else, that's for sure."
Still no answer, not that Dean really expected one. He got up to pace.
"You blew yourself up, you got captured and you held out, or at least I think you did--we'd probably know if you hadn't." Well, he was pretty sure they would, anyway. They didn't know the sum total of what Judas could do, but Cas had thought he'd be useful in Carthage. If Lucifer had broken him, he would sure as hell have used him by now. Given what Cas had hinted at and what they did know about the Weapon, that probably would have been pretty damn obvious.
"And then we pull you out, and the first thing you do is fix Bobby--thank you for that, by the way; I'm sure he said it, but I should too, I guess--and pass out again. And you don't even like us that much. And you put yourself through all that crap anyway, so I know you get it. I just wish you'd freaking wake up and explain it to Sam and Bobby, 'cause maybe they'd listen if someone agreed with me."
Dean watched him breathe for a minute, as though that was actually going to work, and Judas would wake up, take his side, and get Sam and Bobby to let him out of the freaking house.
No such luck.
"This freaking sucks," Dean said, then sat down again to watch the fan and try to plot his escape.
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Sioux Falls, South Dakota
Bobby was waiting for them on the front steps when Sam and Cas dragged Dean in. "Everyone okay?" he asked. Sam had called to fill him in on Dean's stupid, suicidal plan to say yes, so he figured it was better to check, even if everyone looked okay.
"Yeah, we're--" Sam cut himself off, frozen. "Bobby? You're...you're standing."
He grinned. "Yep."
"When did--no, nevermind, how the hell did that happen?" Dean asked, apparently shocked out of whatever mental hole he'd talked himself into by the sight. Which was at least ninety percent of why Bobby hadn't said anything over the phone earlier.
"Judas healed me," Bobby said. "Yesterday. He woke up for a bit. Passed out again right after, but he seems okay."
"Where is he now?" Castiel asked.
"Back in the panic room," he said.
Castiel nodded.
"This is...wow, that was really nice of him," Sam said.
"He said he wanted to thank me for looking after him," Bobby said. Then, figuring the moment was fading, he said, "Come on in. We should talk."
'Talk' turned out to mean something along the lines of 'babysit Dean so he doesn't do anything stupid.'
And then 'babysit Adam and Dean at the same time,' which led to Dean being locked up in the panic room with Judas, because, as Sam put it, the house was full of flight risks.
Dean spent the first few minutes pacing and looking over at Judas every so often. Because it totally wasn't weird at all, being locked up with a dude who looked barely alive. Especially since the reasons he did were mostly tied to...
"Why do I feel like you're the only person in this freaking house that gets it?" he finally asked.
Judas, unsurprisingly, didn't move or answer.
Dean sighed, and sat down on the floor across from the cot. "I mean...you blew yourself up to save us, back in Carthage. You didn't have to do that, but you freaking volunteered. And you weren't near as desperate as..."
He shook his head. "And what you told Sam back there, about being a shield or whatever? That's part of it. Especially now that Adam's involved. I'm staring down the face of this thing, and I'm out of options. I can't save everyone, so I gotta save who I can, while I can. You get that, right?"
Judas remained silent, his breathing barely visible.
"Well, you're fun to talk to," Dean muttered.
He sat there for a few minutes, fiddling morosely with the end of one of his sleeves. It didn't take long for the silence, only broken by the fan creaking above them, started to wear on him. "Maybe things wouldn't be this bad if Gabriel would get off his ass and do something--I mean, what the hell have you got on him, anyway, to make him stick his neck out for you? He doesn't give a rat's ass about anyone else, that's for sure."
Still no answer, not that Dean really expected one. He got up to pace.
"You blew yourself up, you got captured and you held out, or at least I think you did--we'd probably know if you hadn't." Well, he was pretty sure they would, anyway. They didn't know the sum total of what Judas could do, but Cas had thought he'd be useful in Carthage. If Lucifer had broken him, he would sure as hell have used him by now. Given what Cas had hinted at and what they did know about the Weapon, that probably would have been pretty damn obvious.
"And then we pull you out, and the first thing you do is fix Bobby--thank you for that, by the way; I'm sure he said it, but I should too, I guess--and pass out again. And you don't even like us that much. And you put yourself through all that crap anyway, so I know you get it. I just wish you'd freaking wake up and explain it to Sam and Bobby, 'cause maybe they'd listen if someone agreed with me."
Dean watched him breathe for a minute, as though that was actually going to work, and Judas would wake up, take his side, and get Sam and Bobby to let him out of the freaking house.
No such luck.
"This freaking sucks," Dean said, then sat down again to watch the fan and try to plot his escape.
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