Title Winchester Garage and Singer Salvage, Part 6B
Claim Dean Winchester
Disclaimer I don't own the boys, I just wish I did.
Summary Sam and Dean have a successful hunt. Bobby brings Abby back in to the hospital.
Table/Prompt Emotions Table/Prompt #4 - Accomplished (substitute)
Bobby sat on the edge of the bed and let Abby cry herself out. He rubbed her back and made soothing noises, letting her know that he was there.
"I'm so sorry, Bobby," Abby apologized as she wiped her eyes. "I shouldn't have gotten so emotional."
"Being pregnant tends to do that," Bobby smiled at her and gave her a hug. "Do you need anything to eat or drink?"
"How about I rest my bones in that rocking chair there and keep you company until you fall asleep?"
"Anything for you, Abby," he tucked her in. "Just get some rest. I'll be right here."
Bobby grabbed an extra blanket and pillow and settled in for the night.
"How are you?" Bobby didn't like how Abby looked when he picked her up from work the next day. Something about her color wasn't right.
"Tired," she answered as she got in the car. "I just need more sleep."
"Straight home it is," Bobby couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Dean and Sam found out who the spirit belonged to. It was a Norwegian settler that mourned the loss of his family on their trek west.
It wasn't easy to find his designated spot in the old cemetery, but they did. They waited nearby until it got dark and they could dig him up and salt and burn his bones.
It was simple. They phoned the girls on the way back to the motel to tell them that they'd be home a day early.
That night, the boys slept in their hunting life but dreamed of their life at home.
Bobby heard Abby's sounds of discomfort over the monitor. He quietly knocked at the door before going in.
"What is it?" Bobby turned on the light by her bed and saw the grimace of pain on her face.
"I don't know," she replied through gritted teeth. "I just hurt."
Bobby wasn't taking any chances, "I'm bringing you in."
Bobby tried not to panic as he sped through the darkness to the hospital. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Abby shifting position and rubbing her belly. He didn't like what he saw.
Kylee and Tasha were in the backseat, totally silent. They didn't know what was going on, but they were there to offer their support.
Kylee and Tasha helped Abby into a gown while Bobby waited on the other side of the curtain. It had taken some sweet talking to get the nurse to let them back. When the nurse saw how distraught Abby would be without them, she just asked them to follow her.
The doctor said he was going to have to do a pelvic exam. Kylee excused herself and Tasha couldn't stand to be in the room for that.
Abby clung to Bobby's hand. "Can you stay?"
"Of course, darlin'. I'm just turning my chair so we can chat."
The look in Abby's eyes told him how thankful she was that he was there.
The pain Abby felt was caused by the ligaments stretching to accommodate the growing womb. She was told to go home, rest, and take Tylenol as needed.
As Abby dressed, Bobby called Sam. It was before sunup but he wanted Sam to know what was going on.
"We'll leave in about twenty," Sam was already tossing things in his bag. "Are you sure she's alright?"
"That's what the doctor said," Bobby told him for the third time. "Don't get in a wreck getting here. Abby would just be more comfortable if you were here."
"We're on our way," Sam snapped his phone shut and headed to the door.
Bobby stayed in Abby's room. Abby didn't mention pain very much but Bobby could see it in her expression and how she held herself.
"I have an idea," Bobby climbed into bed with his back against the headboard. Abby reclined back on him and he gently rubbed her stomach. That's how they finally fell asleep.
It was also how Sam had found them hours later.
Between the two of them, they got Abby lying down on her own and Bobby out of the bed.
"We need to go talk," Bobby told Sam.
"Will Abby be okay?"
"I'll only keep you a few minutes and we'll take the monitor."
Sam followed Bobby outside. Bobby led him to a corner of his land that the boys had been forbidden to play in when they were younger.
"Where are we going?" Sam asked.
Bobby stopped in front of a row of headstones. "Loretta, this one here, was my wife."
Sam didn't know what to say. He'd never known that Bobby was married. "What happened?" he asked as he realized how young she'd been when she died.
"We were expecting, you know the whirlwind of joy that comes with that. But, she lost our baby. The pains started while I was gone. Luckily, my mom had taken good care of her and called the doctor.
When I came home, all I could do was hold her like I was holding Abby. Where Abby's ligaments are stretching, Loretta's body was expelling our baby."
Sam's eyes glistened. Bobby was stoic as he continued. "She couldn't live with her baby gone. I loved her as best I could. I stayed by her though all of it.
I don't think she ever blamed me for being gone when it started. I just never forgave myself.
I spent all day in bed holding her when she couldn't get out of bed. All it took was one trip to the kitchen for my world to end."
Bobby started to cry. "Loretta locked the door, smashed the tall windows that she'd liked so much, and slit her throat with the glass.
I busted down the door but I was too late. I rocked her body back and forth until my mom pulled me away."
"There's nothing you could have done or said if she was hurting that bad. She would have done it no matter what."
"That's what my mom said." Bobby wiped away tears. "I had an awful fight with her folks. They wanted her to be buried in town. Our baby was just a blanketed bundle placed in her arms. The night after she'd been buried, my family relocated Loretta and our baby here and buried an empty casket in town. She's where she belongs.
I don't know why, I just wanted to tell you. I told your dad long ago, but we never told you or Dean. Taking Abby in to the hospital and sitting with her, just brought my life with Loretta back to me. Everyone else who knew Loretta is gone now. I still miss her."
"I still miss Jess," Sam's voice was quiet. "Especially when I think back to my time at Stanford." They sat there in silence. "Loretta must have been a wonderful woman to keep up with you."
"She was," Bobby laughed a little. "She was a spitfire, that's for sure. We eloped."
"Yeah, her dad was against the marriage."
"Bobby, what a rebel," Sam smiled.
Bobby smiled back. He glanced back at Loretta's headstone and then put an arm around Sam's shoulders. "Let's get you back to Abby. She sure has been missing you."