"Bobby?" Deanna asked quietly. "I need you to- uh- if I kill again..." She couldn't seem to look him in the eye. "I'm gonna need you to take me out. You're the only one I can trust to do it."
Bobby stared at Deanna, unable to believe what he was hearing. "Honey, what're ya talkin' 'bout?" He asked softly, shaking his head. "Ya know we ain't gonna let ya kill 'gain..." How could she ask something like this of him. He ddin't understand... He'd lost both her and Sam more times than he wanted to remember... She couldn't ask him to take her out...













