Absolute Shakespearean levels of tragedy in this Q fic. If you haven’t read Wishes of the Ambitious you should, if you have go read it again and leave them a comment. This fic will have you biting your nails and screaming at the characters in the best of ways, 10/10
Synopsis - you are at the hospital when your dad, Bobby, dies
Word Count - 1.4k+
**Warnings** parental death, i think that’s it??
‘’Hello! Dean? Dean! What’s going on? Answer me!’’ I shout into my phone. Sam, Dean, and my dad, Bobby went on a hunt. It was against the leviathans and their leader Dick Roman. I didn’t go with them because they were all convinced that it was too dangerous or unsafe for me to go. I fought them on it, but they didn’t care or listen and went without me.
‘’Y/n, it’s your dad. It’s Bobby.’’
‘’What’s wrong with him, Dean?’’ I question, feeling panic start to rise in my chest.
‘’He was shot in the head. By Dick. We’re at the hospital nearest -.’’ He continues to talk, but I have already thrown my phone onto my bed and I run out to my car. I speed down the road to the trauma hospital that is closest to them. I feel tears running down my face and blurring my vision of the road. I don’t care, I have to get to him. I have to get to my dad.
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I make it to the hospital in two hours, and I fly into the parking lot. I stop the car, nowhere near being in the lines, but I don’t care. I run into the hospital and I see Sam and Dean standing in front of a room. I run to them.
‘’Where is my dad?’’ I ask tearfully. Sam points to the room that they are standing in front of and I see him. My dad, laying in a white bed, unconscious, with a breathing tube coming out of his mouth. There is a white cloth wrap around his head. I start to cry more, and Sam hugs me. I grab onto his torso and sob into him, leaning on him for support so I don’t fall to the ground.
I calm down after a few minutes and a doctor comes over to us. He talks about my dad’s condition, but I don’t understand what he is saying. I don’t even try to understand.
‘’So, you’re saying there’s nothing else we can do?’’ Sam asks the doctor.
‘’We’ll see if the swelling goes down.’’
‘’How long?’’ Dean asks the doctor.
‘’It’s sometimes hard to say in cases like this.’’
‘’Well, he’s lasted this long. That has to be something right?’’
‘’Well, yes. Listen- the bullet didn’t shatter. Only one hemisphere of his brain was actually injured. These are all positive things. 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...’’ He trails off, but I know what he is going to say, so I finish for him.
‘’They die.’’ The doctor sighs and Sam nods his head in understanding.
‘’Right now, it comes down to him. I’ll keep you updated.’’ He looks at each of us before turning and going into another room.
‘’Excuse me. I’m sorry to interrupt,’’ We all turn around and see a man in a tan suit. He continues, ‘’Is one of you Robert Singer’s next of kin?’’ I nod.
‘’Yes, I am.’’
‘’Could I please have a minute to talk to you?’' I nod.
‘’Dean?’’ I ask, implying that I want him to come with me. He nods, and we follow the man to a quieter spot of the hospital.
‘’We acknowledge that this is a stressful time-.’’ I cut him off before he can continue.
‘’Yeah, okay. Look, no offense- you can skip the garnish.’’
‘’Did his insurance lapse, or what?’’ Dean asks with a little annoyance in his voice. We both aren't in the mood for this man to be talking to us. We just want to get this over with.
He clears his throat, and continues talking, ‘’We’re sorry to ask, but, um, did your father ever make his wishes known in regards to organ donation?’’ I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. He’s hasn’t even died. He’s not going to die. ‘'Organs are only viable for a very limited window.’’
‘’Viable?’’ I scoff and look down at the ground as they speak.
‘’We’re just hoping some good can come out of this tragedy.’’ Dean stops him from continuing, and I already know he is about to say everything I am thinking, knowing that I can’t.
‘’Listen to me. Listen to me well, I’m going to say this once. He’s not gonna die. It’s one bullet. He’s gonna be fine, because he’s always fine.’’
‘’I apologize.’’ I shake my head and speak up to this.
‘’Why are you talking to me like he’s gonna die, huh? Asking me these questions. I do my job. You do yours. Save him!’’ I shout.
‘'Of course, they are doing everything they can.’’ Dean shakes his head, and punches at the glass case behind the man. The man’s eye widen in fear.
‘’Walk away from us. Now!’’ The man shuffles away. Dean stares at the ground for a few seconds before going outside. I decide to give him some space and go to find Sam. I see him sitting in one of the hospital chairs closest to my dad’s room.
‘’Sam, what happened?’’ I ask him.
‘’It was Dick. He, uh, he shot him as we were getting into the van. We were so close. Bobby was right behind me and he go-got shot.’’ Sam looks down, not wanting the tears to fall. I grab his arm and squeeze it, feeling my own tears threatening to fall. We sit like this until he looks up at me. I let him know I have to use the restroom and he nods.
I come out in time see Dean walking away with an upset look on his face. I go to Sam, and sit next to him again. He squeezes his hand, probably thinking I don’t see.
‘’Was it about-’’ I stop, not wanting to say it. He nods, and I sigh. It was about what we do if my dad dies.
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We’re all sitting when a doctor comes over to us, and lets us know that we can go see him because they are going to do the surgery. I jump up quickly and jog to go into his room. I stand next to him, Sam next to me, and Dean at the foot of the bed. We all look at him for a few minutes before the nurse comes in telling us that they have to take him away.
‘’Daddy, I love you. So much.’’ I whisper to him. I grab his hand and kiss it lightly. My tears fall onto his hand. I close my eyes and hold his hand close to my face.
‘’Bobby, um, thank you. For, uh, everything, really.’’ Sam says. Dean nods, and I kiss his hand again.
‘’Alright. Please step back.’’ The nurse says. I nod and hesitantly let go of his hand, just to feel his hand reach up to me.
‘’Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Stop a second. His eyes are open.’’ Sam says.
‘’Bobby?’’ Dean exclaims.
‘’Dad!’’ I smile at him, looking at his eyes. He tries to speak, and takes off the oxygen mask over his face. I grab his hand again, and Sam grabs the other one.
‘’Don’t talk. Don’t talk. A pen. I... Here. Here, here, here.’’ He hands the pen to my dad, and he grabs me hand. He turns it over and opens it. He writes 45489. He gasps and puts the pen down. He is about to say something, so we lean in a little closer.
‘’Idjits.’' ^^^He smiles, but the his face starts to go blank and his head lulls. He closes his eyes, and the heart monitor flat lines.
‘’Bobby? Hey!’’
‘’Dad? Dad, no!’’
‘’Call a code! Trauma room 4!’’ The nurse shouts and pushes us out of the room. I feel my heart pause and hurt. As if it’s breaking. Doctors run into the room and bump into me as they do. Sam pulls me into him as I choke on my sobs and watch as they try to revive my dad.
‘’Call it.’’ Once of the doctors says after he isn’t revived.
‘’Time of death-’’ But I can’t hear what they say over the sound of my scream.
‘’No!’’ I fall to the ground and cry. Sam and Dean fall next to me as I cry, holding in their tears themselves.
‘’It’s going to be okay, Y/n.’’ Sam says. I shake my head and continue to cry. It will never be okay.
Roman’s not even throwing away his body, he’s just straight-up drowning him, how ruthless 👀 guys, I think I may have to write the ultra-rare…….. canon!dickroman
When you realize that Dick Roman is going to be in "General Hospital" and all you can think of is that one episode of Supernatural (you know which one)
