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[Cross-posted to 2outof3_aintbad and set after THIS. Isabella (silhouette_hunt), Zerachiel (archangelhealer), and Kylie (willhuntyoudown) used with permission. Dean (hasperkynipples) mentioned with permission. Jess (dontcallmebitch), Don (and_dontgetcute), and Haley (hel_hathnofury) mentioned without permission, but with love. Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle, and Ellen Harvelle not binding on any muses.]
"'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."
"'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."