I want you, I need you, but there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you

“Get me out of here.”

Seraphiel glared back to him, the man who was broken in so many ways that he couldn’t even walk, and he wanted her to move him? She understood that Dean had been under a great deal of stress, but there were some things that even she couldn’t safeguard against. The severity of Dean’s injuries was one of those things.

“Dean, you’re in no shape to be moved right now.”

“In no shape?!” He stared at her like she had just told him that she was his mother. “You’re a friggin’ angel. Who cares about my condition, just get me to another goddamn hospital!”

“Why? So you don’t have to face the mother of your child?” Seraphiel arched an eyebrow at him. “If she even comes here, that isn’t exactly a matter of your personal security.”

“Not a matter of my personal security?” Dean just gave her an even look. “One, she’s coming. I bet you that girl didn’t get farther than two feet without getting her mother on the phone. Anna is stubborn as a bull, and she will get here come hell or high water. After all this time? I wouldn’t be surprised if she wants to kill me. Two, she knows my real name, she knows my face. Who’s to say that a demon won’t follow her to get to me and take me out while I’m vulnerable. Three, dealing with that woman is the last thing I need right now.”

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"'Ey, c'mon guys! Show some respect here! Y'don't just toss Jo in there like a bag of sand! Ay, dios!"

Running a hand through her hair, Anna swallowed hard as she finished wrapping the body of a deceased male hunter. The war was over, but it was of little comfort to those who survived. Kylie was busy yelling at the rest of her crew for carelessly dumping Jo Harvelle's corpse in the back of Jack's truck and Zerachiel was... hovering. In seventeen years, she'd apparently forgotten about personal space and Anna was just too heartbroken to care.

"This one is ready." Zerachiel said flatly, watching as Anna moved to the next body and fell to her knees.

"Oh, God..." Anna rasped as she swallowed the bile rising in her throat. "Bobby..."

"He went down fighting. There were just too many demons, and then he tried to kill one of Lucifer's lieutenants. It was quick, he did not feel a thing."

Fingers curled into a tight fist, she slammed it into the ground as the tears fell onto the body of Bobby Singer. "Zerachiel... don't. Talk. Just don't." Shifting the body, Anna began to delicately wrap her friend's body for transport while thinking of how she was going to tell her daughter that 'Grandpa Bobby' is dead. Losing Jo and Ellen was hard enough, but Bobby? Bobby was there for her throughout her pregnancy and he was one of the only consistent male figures in Isabella's life. This was going to break her heart.

"Anna, your phone is making strange noises."

Placing a soft kiss on Bobby's forehead, Anna clambered to her feet and stepped away to let Kylie and the others finish the preparations. "P-Put Bobby with Ellen and Jo. He'd want that." Rubbing her face, she answered her phone quietly, "Morasca."

"Mom?"

"Isabella? What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing really? I mean, I'm not hurt or anythin'..."

"Damnit, people! What the hell'd I just get done tellin' ya?! Bobby Singer is the best damn hunter to have ever lived. Ya can't treat his body like that!" Kylie screamed after a loud thud was heard and Anna sighed.

"Izzi, baby, this is a really bad time."

"Do you know a guy named John Bonham? About six-foot-two, around your age, green eyes, kinda perverted?"

Well, this got Anna's attention. "John Bonham? Like the drummer from Zeppelin?"

"I know, right? That's what I said. Anyway he's one of my patients in the ICU and he was pretty beat up but he freaked out when I told him my name. He kinda reminds me of someone but I don't know who and..."

Whatever Isabella was rambling about after that was lost, because Anna was about to cry. Again. It had been fourteen years since she'd last seen Dean Winchester and now he was alive? And in Manhattan, nonetheless? Wait, Anna. You don't know that it's him. You have to investigate first, freak out later. "I-Isabella. What's his room number?"

"You do know him. How? Why does he seem so familiar? Is he a cop? Is he one of dad's 'associates'?"

"Isabella Adriana Morasca-Winchester! What is his room number?!"

"I-It's ICU236. Mom, are you okay?"

Taking a moment to just breathe, Anna nodded. "I'll be fine, sweetheart. I'm just-- a little busy taking care of some business with Auntie Kylie."

"...This is about what happened upstate, isn't it? Zera told me it was bad."

"Yeah," She sighed, "It's... really bad. I have to leave for a few days, Izzi. I talked to Jess and Don, and you're gonna stay with them and Haley while I'm gone. I don't want you home alone."

"Mom, you're scarin' me. What's goin' on?"

"Isabella..." Shit. Now her voice was cracking. "A lot of my friends didn't make it. The Harvelles are dead. And... God, and... Bobby. Bobby's dead, sweetheart." There was a long pause at the end of the line followed by muffled crying and Anna's stomach just twisted and she hung up the phone.

"Anna..."

"Leave her be, Angeldust." Kylie said softly as she placed a firm hand on the archangel's shoulder. "Leave her be."

It was just another day of volunteer work at St. Vincent's Hospital. Isabella adjusted her powder pink uniform polo and grabbed the chart of the patient she was supposed to check in on before knocking twice on the door to the room in the ICU.

"Come in."

Ponytail swishing as she stepped in and closed the door behind her, she looked up from her clipboard and smiled at the two men in the room. "Good morning, Mister..." Looking back at the chart, as if to double-check what it said, she paused. "Uhh, John Bonham. Isn't that the drummer from Led Zeppelin?"

The younger man, seated in the chair by the patient's bed, grinned a little and resisted the urge to chuckle. "He gets that a lot, darlin'."

"I-- Uhh--" One look at the man with the Southern drawl and she got knocked off-guard. Oh my God. Not blushin'. Not blushin'. C'mon, Izzi, focus. That just made him grin wider and it was time for Isabella to shift her focus back to her patient. "Mister Bonham--"

"Mister Bonham's my dad. You can call me John, sweetheart." The man - easily in his mid-to-late forties - replied with a suggestive grin before looking at his friend. "What?"

"Don't pay any attention to him, he hits on anythin' with a pretty face." The Southern man replied, shooting an exasperated look at John.

This only made her blush more. "John, my name is Isabella and I'm one of the volunteers here at St. Vincent's. I basically just come visit you, deliver flowers or cards, make sure you get whatever y'need." Crossing over to his bedside, she placed a gentle hand atop his and smiled down at him. "Can I get you anythin'?"

John looked up at her and when he met her strikingly green eyes, his heart stopped for a moment before beating rapidly and he swallowed hard. The younger man knit his brow and slowly rose from his seat with a confused expression on his face.

"John? John are you alright? Your pulse just spiked." Isabella squeezed his hand gently to get him to respond, but he kept staring at her and it was making her really nervous.

"Blake, sit down. I'm fine." Dean said gruffly, before looking down at their hands. "Sweetheart, what's your name?"

At this, Isabella blinked. "Uhh, it's Isabella. I just told you that."

"Not what I meant."

"I--"

Blake looked between the two and he looked as if he'd seen a ghost. There were more weird looks between the two before John sighed heavily, closed his eyes, and repeated himself. "What's your name?"

"I-Isabella Winchester. A-Actually it's Isabella Morasca-Winchester but that gets tiring to say in conversation so I just--"

"Leave."

Pulling her hand back, confused and a little hurt, Isabella blinked. "I-I-- Did I say somethin' to offend you?"

Turning his head to look away, Dean fought back a few tears and said it again. "Leave. Now."

"I- I'm sorry if I said somethin' to--"

"Nah, darlin', you didn't do anythin' wrong." Blake cooed reassuringly as he placed a hand on her shoulder to guide her gently to the door. "He's been through a lot and he's not exactly a gentleman when he's tired."

Taking one last look back at her patient, Isabella studied his face and leaned against the door as Blake closed it behind her. He looks familiar. But I don't know anyone by that name...

"So, Dean..." Blake said casually as he took a seat by the bed once more, "Wanna tell me about what the hell just happened there?"