I do not own Supernatural (although I would like to) However, Hannah belongs to me. This is my first story so please read and review. Be gentle J
It was 3 o'clock in the morning and the Winchesters were still on the road. Still hours from their destination. Sam was leaning against the window letting out a deep sigh.
"How much longer do you plan on driving until you decide to stop?" Sam asked Dean
"When we get closer to where we have to be is when we stop." Dean said as a matter of fact
Sam was about to argue with his older brother but stopped himself and looked into the backseat where his little sister slept, the last thing Sam wanted was to wake her up.
"C'mon Dean, " Sam pleaded, "I'm tired, I know you're tired. Let's stop for the night and we'll pick up early."
"No, Sammy. " Dean said loudly causing their sister to stir in the backseat.
Sam turned back to look at Hannah to see the jacket that was covering her small frame fell to the floor of the car. Sam reached back to grab it and out it back over Hannah. Sam then turned back and looked at Dean.
"Then stop for Hannah. She hasn't had a good nights rest for days, that can't be good for her." Sam told him.
Dean looked at his rearview mirror to look at his baby sister. They has all been sleeping in the car for almost a week and Dean knew that is was taking a toll on Hannah. He saw that she was cramped and she looked a little flushed. Dean looked over at his brother, who was staring at him waiting for a response, and nodded in defeat.
Half an hour later Dean pulled into the parking lot of a motel. Dean got off the car to get a room leaving Sam in charge of waking Hannah.
"Hannah." Sam called softly, but got no response. "Hannah." He called a littler louder. Sam still got no response, he turned around to face her and softly shook her shoulder.
The only response he received was a small whimper and a few slurred words which sounded like ' few more minutes'.
Dean came out of the managers office and walked to the trunk of the Impala.
"She awake?" Dean asked grabbing their bags from the trunk.
"No." Sam said getting out of the car.
Sam pulled the seat forward so he could get to the backseat. He shook his sister once again.
"Hannah, come on we're at a motel. Let's get you into a real bed." Sam said rubbing Hannah's shoulder.
Hannah slowly opened her eyes and looked at her brother. Her eyes were practically bloodshot. She slowly sat up and grabbed her head. A worried look came over Sam's face.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked her, helping her sit up.
Hannah shook her head, "Headache" she whispered
Sam looked up at Dean who was now at Sam's side holding their bags. Sam helped Hannah out of the car and walked over to the room that Dean had rented for the night. They opened the door and Dean turned to flip the light switch on. As soon as Sam was inside, he guided a sleepy Hannah over to the farthest bed and sat her down.
Hannah put her head into her hands holding it in pain. Sam got down onto his knees and removed Hannah's hands from her head. He lifted her chin so he could get a closer look at her . Her face was flushed except for her rosy cheeks, her eyes were sluggish and red, and she had beads of sweat forming around her face.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked for a second time.
"Yeah, you don't look so good, kiddo." Dean said walking over to the bed and sat next to Hannah.
Hannah said nothing but laid her head on Dean's shoulder, letting out a small whimper causing Sam and Dean to exchange worried glances.
Sam reached up and put his hand to his sisters forehead, feeling the heat radiating from her.
"She has a fever." Sam said looking up at Dean.
Sam got up and made his way back outside to the car. Dean helped Hannah off the bed so he could pull back the covers for her. Sam came back into the room carrying a bag and he made his way back over to Hannah and Dean. Sam opened the bag and pulled out a bottle of water, some asprin and a thermometer. Dean at first disagreed to buy a thermometer, but changed his mind as he remembered the frequent times his sister gets sick. Sam took the thermometer and put it into his sisters ear waiting for a reading. The thermometer started to beep and Sam read the results.
"101.6" Sam read. Dean got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom. He came out seconds later with a wet washcloth and a small bowl of water. Once they got her to take the asprin, she laid down on the bad and quickly fell asleep. Sam pulled the covers over her and sat down next to her. Dean handed Sam the washcloth and set the bowl on the nightstand next to the bed. Sam put the cloth on Hannahs forehead and looked over at Dean.
"So much for an early start." Sam said.
Dean took a deep breath and took a seat on the bed opposite his siblings.
"Doesn't matter. Her health comes first, we'll stay until she gets better."
"But what about the spirit in Charleston?"
"I'll call Bobby see if he can help."
Sam nodded and turned his attention back to his sister. Dean watched them for a minute then got up and walked into the bathroom for a much need shower. Dean couldn't help but think that the only reason that Hannah was sick was because of the constant driving for 5 days straight. He ignored all her pleas to stop somewhere so they could get some real sleep. But his mind was getting to Charleston and getting rid of the spirit that was haunting an abandoned wing at the local hospital.
"The only reason she's sick is because I'm so goddamn stubborn." Dean thought to himself
Dean got out of the shower, got dressed and walked out.
Dean saw that Sam had turned off the lights, letting the TV be the only light in the room. Sam had decided on sharing a bed with Hannah leaving the other bed all for Dean. Dean walked over to his siblings bed and took the remote out of Sam's hand, kissed Hannah's forehead then went to his own bed. He turned down the volume so he wouldn't wake Sam or Hannah. Dean flipped through the channels until sleep took him over.
It was only 4:30 when Dean was awoken by a rush of air flying by him, followed by the sound of retching coming from the bathroom. Dean got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom to be greeted by the sight of his baby sister emptying out practically everything she had in her stomach. Dean pulled her hair from her hair from her face and rubbed soothing circles on her back, trying to help her as best as he could. Hannah continued to empty out the contents in her stomach, but they soon turned into dry heaves. She finally stopped and leaned against the toliet bowl, as Dean continued to rub her back.
"You think you're done here?" Dean asked
Hannah didn't respond right away then gave her older brother a slow nod. Dean helped her up and guided her back to her bed. Sam was awoken by the sound of his sister in the bathroom and was standing by the door waiting for them to come out. Dean got Hannah back into bed and reaches behind him and grabbed the trash can and set it next to the bed just in case she needed it. Sam sat next to Hannah and grabbed the glass of water that was on the stand.
"Hannah, I need you to drink some water." Sam said
Hannah was obviously in no mood to argue so she tried to sit up only to have Dean help her. She took a few sips of water and laid back down.
"My head feels like it's gonna explode and my stomach is killing me," She said curling up into a ball "I want it to stop." She cried
Hannah was sobbing into her pillow, wishing that her pain would end soon. Sam rubbed his sisters back and tried to comfort her.
"Shhh, it's gonna be okay. You're gonna be all right, Shhh." He said to her in a comforting voice.
Sam looked at Dean, only to see that Dean was focused on his sister. Sam knew Dean hated to see his sister in pain almost as much as Sam did. He just wished that there was something they could do to help Hannah.
Hannah's sobs turned into soft whimpers which led her to fall back to sleep. Sam grabbed the thermometer and put it in Hannah's ear. He pulled it out and a worried look came over his face.
"What? What is it?" Dean asked, concern covering his voice.
"Her temperature is up to 103." Sam said.
"We need to get her temperature down." Dean said.
Dean dissapered into the bathroom. He turned on the cold water in the bathtub. Then called Sam.
"Bring her in here." He called
Sam walked into the bathroom with Hannah in his arms. Dean took her from Sam and sat her on the toliet seat. Dean took off his sisters shirt and removed his sisters jeans, leaving her only in a black bra and underwear, Dean felt uncomfortable seeing his sister with the lack of clothing, but he had to get her fever down.
Dean picked her up and set her in the cold water. Hannah stirred then grabbed the edge of the tub as she tried to pull herself out but Dean pushed her back down.
"Cold… I-- Its cold." She said
"It's okay, Han." Dean soothed
Dean waited a few minutes the checked her temperature again. Her temp was now down to 101. Dean wasn't happy, but it would have to do for now. Dean got her out of the tub and got her into some pajamas and carried her back to bed. Half an Hour later all three Winchesters were fast asleep.
Dean was the first one up, as usual, which meant getting the coffee. Dean got up, got dressed and walked out of the room.
Sam woke up just as Dean was leaving the room. Sam let out a yawn then turned to his sister. He face and hair were drenched with sweat and she had lost all color in her face. Sam knew that she wasn't getting any better. Sam grabbed the thermometer and check her temperature. Sam was relieved that her temperature hadn't risen over the few hours of sleep they got.
Sam hated to see Hannah this way almost as much as Dean. Hannah and Dean are close, but her and Sam are closer.
Sam got up and went to go take a shower. 5 minutes after Sam got into the shower, Dean walked back into the room with coffee , breakfast for him and Sam, and some soup for Hannah, knowing that she wouldn't be able to hold down a real breakfast. Sam came out of the bathroom and sat at the table and opened his laptop.
"Well, I talked to Bobby." Dean stated, handing Sam his coffee.
"What'd he say?
"He said that if we even come close to Charleston while Hannah is sick, he will pretty much kick our asses."
Sam smirked, looking at his laptop.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked
"What?" Sam replied, never taking his eyes of the computer.
" I just told you that we're not going to Charleston, so unless your looking up some porn, what's the reason of bring on that thing?" Dean said smartly.
"I'm trying to figure out how sick Hannah is. I mean, look at her."
Dean turned to look at her. She had switched positions and was now facing her brothers. The only color in her face was from the rosy cheeks she received from her fever, and every few minutes she would whimper in pain, either from the pain in her stomach or from her head.
"So what do you got?" Dean asked, turning back to Sam.
"Well… her symptoms are fever, vomiting, nausea, headaches, stomach cramps, some
wheezing."
"Wheezing?"
"Yeah, can't you hear?" Sam asked
As they got quirt Dean could hear the raspy wheezes that were coming from his baby sister.
"It says here that it could be the flu." Sam got Dean's attention.
"Could be? What else could it be?"
"It says that if she's wheezing that there is a possibility that she could have bronchitis."
Dean was about to say something when he heard a small voice call out his name.
"Dean." Hannah whispered.
Dean jumped from his chair, practically throwing himself to her side.
"Yeah, baby girl." He whispered
It was very rare that Dean would call her by one of his names. It only happened when she was sick or hurt. Dean didn't know it, but every time he calls her that she loves him even more.
"Where are we?" She asked.
"We're at a motel. You got sick last night. You don't remember?" Dean replied.
Hannah looked around the room, with a confused gaze on her face.
"No, the last thing I remember was being in the car and that's it." She told them.
"Well, just try to get some rest. You need it." Dean said returning to his chair across form Sam.
Hannah woke up 2 hours later. She sat up to see that no one was in the room.
"They must have gone to get food or something" She thought to herself.
Hannah felt better, she felt as though she had never been sick. She got up and made her way to the bathroom. When the front door opend ans in walked her brothers.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Sam asked making his way over to her.
"I feel great. Like I wasn't even sick." She said.
Sam gave her a grin and then put his hand to her forehead.
A look of confusion came over him. Hannah noticed his face.
"What is it?" She asked
"You have no fever. You feel fine."
"That's a good thing though, right?" She asked.
"It's just that you were burning up last night and now your fine. It's a little weird." Dean butted in.
Hannah just shrugged her shoulders and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.
After Hannah got our of the shower Sam insisted that he take her temperature, which turned out to be perfectly normal.
"I still think that you should take it easy." Sam said.
"Sam, I'm fine and we have a job to do."
Sam and Dean just looked at each other.
Hannah sighed.
"Come on, guys. I'm better. Besides, it's a simple salt and burn, then if you guys want me to I'll
Take it easy. Okay?"
"Fine, " Dean said, " but the second that you feel sick you better tell us or I'll kick your ass." Dean said picking up their bags and heading to the car.
Hannah laughed at her brothers threat. Her and Sam gathered the rest of their things and followed their older brother to the car.
"So, who is it that we're looking for. " Dean asked
The three Winchesters were walking around an abandoned wing of a hospital.
"A doctor Webber. Supposedly he was seeing two of the nurses he worked with at the same time."
"Wait a go, Doc." Dean said
Sam just glared at him, while Hannah lat out a chuckle followed by a small cough.
"Anyway, when the nurses found out they decided to get revenge. Rumor is that they strapped him down to a gurney and injected him with a lethal substance." Sam finished
"So now he walks the halls taking his anger out on anyone who comes here?" Hannah asked.
"Exactly." Sam said.
They continued to walk down the halls, when they were stopped by a squeaking noise coming down the hall. The three of them stopped and brought their weapons up. A wheelchair revealed itself.
"It's just a freaking wheelchair." Dean said
"Let's keep going." Sam suggested.
They were about to continue when the doctor came out in front of Sam and Dean, knocking both of their guns right out of their hands. The doctor then threw both Winchester boys aside into the wall. The sprit slowly made it's way over to them.
"Hannah! Shoot it!!" Dean yelled at his sister.
Hannah had her gun aimed at the spirit. She swayed a little then pulled the trigger. The rock salt missed the spirit and hit just above Deans head. She went to reload and then when she brought her gun back up the spirit was already gone.
Sam and Dean got up and Dean walked over, angrily, over to Hannah.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You almost got us killed!!" He yelled at her.
"I'm sorry. I got dizzy and I couldn't get a steady shot." Hannah told her angry sibling.
Dean scoffed. He grabbed the gun from her hand and walked down the hall. Hannah just stared at the ground. Sam didn't know what to say. So he turned to follow Dean. When Sam realized that Hannah wasn't following her turned around to call to her. Only to see her falling to the ground.
"Hannah!" Sam yelled, running over to her. Sam lifted her into his lap to see if she was still breathing.
"Sammy, come on, let's find this son of a -- Sam, what happened." Dean said as he came back for his siblings.
"I don't know I turned around and she went down." Sam said. Sam brushed strands of hair away from her face. His hand went to her forehead.
"Dean she's burning up." Sam stated.
"What" Dean said, moving Sam's hand and replacing it with his own.
"I told her to tell me when she was felling sick." Dean said.
He took Hannah out of Sams lap and turned to carry her out of the building.
I will update as soon as I can. Please tell me what you think so far. Thanks.