Disclaimer: Lucy is, once again, the only one that is mine.
Author's Note: I know I have another story up that is still in progress and, honestly, I don't know if I'm going to continue with it or not. I'm totally stuck on that one. I was hoping that putting up the beginning of this story would stir up my creativity a bit. Hopefully this one won't end up like the other one. And I'm trying hard to make this story not like my others. We'll see how it goes.
Whisper
"Tell me again why I had to come?"
"Because Sam's not feeling well and I need this chocolate milkshake."
"You NEED a chocolate milkshake? Now? It's 11:30 at night."
"Just trust me on this one, Dean." The Winchester trio was, for once, in a big city instead of a small, unknown town in the middle of nowhere. They weren't even there for a hunt. They were just passing through Milwaukee on their way to a small, unknown town in the middle of nowhere. They felt strangely comfortable just relaxing for the night. Dean, for one, was afraid of getting too comfortable. However, he put his feelings aside for the good of his younger siblings. He and Lucy were walking back from picking up a chocolate milkshake for her at a Denny's a few blocks from their hotel. Sam had been developing a headache and there was no way that Dean would let Lucy travel by herself at night in the city, so he reluctantly followed her on her quest for chocolate. Without even thinking about it, they entered an alley, which was a shortcut to the hotel. As soon as they entered, both hunters immediately felt the hairs on the back of their necks rise.
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Back at the hotel, Sam thrashed back and forth on the bed; his eyes squeezed shut, as the vision played out in front of him.
Mine
"No!"
All mine.
"NO!" Sam screamed and held his head pain. Blood poured out of his nose and he tumbled off of the bed and writhed on the floor.
YOU CAN NOT STOP IT. IT IS ALREADY IN MOTION.
Sam let out a guttural scream as his eyes flew open. He reached for his cell phone.
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Lucy and Dean heard the wind behind them. This was no ordinary wind and they knew it. They quickly turned to face their attacker, which turned out to be their biggest mistake. It was a man, with what looked like an ordinary pistol. Before Dean and Lucy could make any move to even so much as surrender themselves, there was a shot.
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Sam's head was in such pain that he could scarcely remember the phone number that he supposedly knew so well. He finally figured out the number and hit the send button, silently praying.
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Lucy fell backwards and landed in Dean's arms. Blood ran freely from an open wound in the middle of her chest. Dean was saying her name over and over, but it was as if her ears were plugged with cotton. She watched as the man who had shot her a look that seemed to be a mixture of pity, sadness, and fear, but couldn't possibly be, before he fled. It was that look that she attempted to dissect as the alley faded away to blackness.
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If it had been almost anyone else, Dean would have known exactly what to do. He would have whipped off the blue button up shirt he was wearing over his black t-shirt, applied direct pressure to the heavily bleeding wound, and call for an ambulance. He couldn't seem to remember this, only because the person in his arms was Lucy. He could only call her name over and over in terror and watch helplessly as the shooter disappeared. The ringing that came from his pocket startled him as Lucy fell unconscious.
"Dean!" came the panicked voice of Sam as he answered. "Lucy's in danger!"
"Lucy's been shot!" Dean choked out.
"No," Sam breathed. "I'm too late."
"Call an ambulance you idiot!" Dean yelled. Tears welled in his eyes as he hung up the phone and flung it on the ground. The phone call pulled him out of his helplessness as he pulled off his shirt and applied it to Lucy's wound. He checked to make sure she was still breathing. He kept his ear by her slightly open mouth, somewhat comforted by the sound, even though it was faint. He sat like that until he heard the sounds of sirens.
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"We took out the bullet. She got lucky because it didn't hit the lungs or the heart. She should not be doing as poorly as she is."
"What does that mean?" Sam asked quietly as Dean stood silently beside him. Both of them barely said a word since Sam had arrived at the hospital. They had sat in silence, watching the doctors work on Lucy in the emergency room. They watched in silence as she coded. Dean had felt his knees go weak when he heard the whine of the machine. It was a good thing he hadn't fallen, because at that point, Sam was in no condition to hold him up. The doctors had found a heartbeat and whisked Lucy away upstairs to surgery before either one could utter a word, if they had even wanted to. The brothers sat side by side in silence in the waiting room for what felt like days. A million times, they wanted to turn to each other and ask what had happened, but both were so wrapped up in their own guilt that speech was not possible.
"She's very weak. We gave her a lot of blood during the surgery. She can't breathe without an oxygen mask and, despite the amounts of blood she received, her blood pressure and heart rate are very low. They're so low that I'm afraid more blood transfusions won't do anything. If she keeps going like this, her body is just going to shut down altogether. And, unfortunately, since I can't find any medical reason for her to be as weak as she is, I'm not sure how to help her. We'll keep doing what we can. You can go see her now." With that, the doctor said a polite goodbye and excused himself. The brothers were scared. In fact, they were terrified. They couldn't go through this again.
