habits, supernatural [ 1 ]

008. dream root

Sam and Dean get to the hospital and get to Bobby's room. They find Larissa sitting in a chair next to the bed and she's asleep with her head resting on her arms which rest at the end of the bed.

"Larissa?" Sam gently touches her shoulder, the young woman jumping awake.

"Hmm? What?" She looks around, spotting the two brothers. "Oh. Hey."

"What are you doing here?" Sam asks.

"Oh, um, I was working a case in the next state, but finished a couple of days ago. Bobby didn't answer his phone so I-I got worried. I called so much, the maid answered one and told me he was getting put here."

Before they can say anything else, the doctor walks in, briefing the boys on Bobby's situation.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" Sam asks.

"We've tested everything we can think to test. He seems perfectly healthy." The doctor says.

"Except that he's comatose." Dean says and the doctor nods.

"Mr. Snyderson, you're his emergency contact. Anything we should know? Any illnesses?" The doctor asks.

"No, he-he never gets sick. I mean, he doesn't even catch cold." Dean says.

"Doctor, is there anything you can do?" Sam asks.

"Look, I'm sorry, but we don't know what's causing it. So we don't know how to treat it. He just... went to sleep, and he didn't wake up." The doctor says.

Sam and Dean share a look while Larissa looks at Bobby sadly. After her own father, Bobby is like a second father to Larissa. And with her dad gone, he's the only one she has left.

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The three walk into Bobby's motel room.

"So, Bobby was working a case here?" Sam asks Larissa who nods.

"You think there'd be some sort of sign, you know? Research, news clippings, or a fucking pizza box or a beer can." Dean says.

"He hides it." Larissa states. She opens the closet and pushes all of Bobby's clothes aside to reveal his research.

"How did you--" Sam points to the closet.

"I've worked some cases with him. Know he puts it in the closet so if people accidentally walk in, they don't think he's totally psycho." Larissa says.

"Good ole Bobby, always covering up his tracks." Dean chuckles.

"You make heads or tails of any of this?" Sam asks.

""Silene capensis." Which, of course, means absolutely nothing to me." Dean says.

"Here. Obit." Sam takes an obituary off of the wall. "Dr. Walter Gregg, 64, university neurologist."

"How'd he bite it?" Dean asks.

"Um... actually, they don't know. They say he just went to sleep and didn't wake up." Sam says.

"Like Bobby." Larissa mumbles.

"Yeah." Sam whispers. "So, let's say Bobby was looking into the doc's death. You know, hunting after something--"

"That started hunting him." Dean says.

"Yeah." Sam nods.

"All right, stay here. See if you and Rissa can make heads or tails of this." Dean says.

"What are you gonna do?" Sam asks.

"I'm gonna look into the good doctor myself." Dean says, leaving.

Sam and Larissa study the research in silence for a little bit. Sam glances over at Larissa and notices her twisting the ends of her hair around her fingers.