I just found this ficlet that I wrote a while ago, and I have to say that I quite enjoyed reading it. So here I am posting the first two chapters in the hopes that you'll enjoy reading it too.
I own nothing from either supernatural or twilight.
Thanks to ArabellaWhitlock for pre-reading this for me :) love ya lady!
Winchester; the next generation
Chapter One
The girl stayed calm even as the pain tore through her; well shouting and swearing wasn't gonna help anything was it?
The nurse held her hand in sympathy. "Are you sure there's no-one I can call honey? Your mom or dad, boyfriend, best friend, anyone?" Her eyes travelled over the girl who was barely out of her teens, the girls jaw was clenched and her eyes rolled back in her head at the pain, but she didn't let out one little squeak of a noise. A brave young woman the nurse thought.
"No, no-one." The girl panted out as the pain passed slightly. "Not that I'm not enjoying this or anything but how long now?" She asked and the nurse could finally see that the girl wasn't handling this that well at all really.
"You're in for a bit of a wait yet honey, I'm sorry." The nurse replied. She was a kind woman, in her mid forties with long brown hair that she'd twisted up and kind blue eyes that glowed with her personality. And she hated the thought of anyone going through this alone. "You might wanna try and get some sleep while you can?" She suggested to the girl.
With tired eyes the girl blinked a couple of times and then nodded, her eyes drifting shut. The nurse waited for the rhythmic breathing to start, letting her know the girl was finally asleep before she left her bedside.
The nurse, Julie, knew what she was about to do broke all the rules against patient, doctor confidentiality but she also knew that she was doing it for the best.
Pulling out the girls file she looked for the notes at the bottom. Who to contact in an emergency. A few names had been crossed out, fairly recently it seemed. Poor girl, Julie thought with a lump in her throat. Her mother was deceased as was her father. But there was one name left.
Julie picked up and called the number. "Hello?" A deep male voice answered on the third ring.
Hoping she was doing the right thing Julie spoke.
"Hi, I'm ringing on behalf of Isabella Swan, is this Robert Singer?" She asked the voice down the end of the line.
"Yeah this is Bobby. What's going on? How did ya get this number?" Bobby's voice seemed angered, Julie hoped that didn't mean he wouldn't come. The poor girl needed someone to look out for her. Someone she actually knew to sit and hold her hand, to wipe her sweaty brow. Someone the girl would hopefully feel comfortable with so that she'd let some sign of pain escape.
"You're down as Isabella's next of kin in her emergency file. I think she could use you to come down and see her if it's not too much trouble."
"What, is she hurt, where is she? And why the hell did she put me down... You god damn fool Sam!" Bobby growled confusing Julie slightly, but she regained her professional personality and clung to it.
"Yes, Isabella is in Forks general hospital, and I think she could really use a friendly face around her. She's in an awful lot of pain, and she's understandably scared."
"I'll get someone down to her. She gonna be ok?" The Bobby guy actually sounded worried now, easing Julie's feeling that she'd messed up big time here.
"She'll be fine, but she's in for a rough few hours." Julie replied with as much gentleness as she could, which as her job entailed it was an awful lot.
"Someone will be there in an hour or two." The man's voice said before the line went dead.
Julie looked at the phone still clutched in her hand with a frown. Oh well, she'd done all she could. She'd just have to hope it was all for the best now.
~0~
D.P.O.V.
I watched as Sam glanced at his mobile, the shrill ringing noise cutting through Metallica's rendition of Whiskey in the Jar. Sam put his phone away without answering it and I sighed. Dude just hadn't been the same since... Damn it, even I hadn't been the same since... I couldn't help but think we'd done the wrong thing, if I'd have pushed Sam to stay harder? But no, it was his choice. So we'd bailed like normal and cause of that I'd had to put with the the big melodramatic girl every day since.
"Who was that?" I dared ask Sam. I say dared, yeah. I'd never been scared of Sam, and dude I wasn't now, I mean he was my little bro after all. But I was fed up of the bitch fits, the shouting and arguing. Everytime I asked him the simplest of questions I had my head bitten off. And this had been going on for eight fucking months now. I didn't know how much more I could take before I decked the dude.
"Doesn't matter." Sam muttered looking away from me and out of the window at the scenery flashing passed. Which considering we were in the sticks outside of Washington wasn't much. I sighed again before putting my foot down harder. Maybe a bit of speed from my baby would help cheer me up a bit, nothing would help gigantors mood though, the big bitch.
My phone started ringing then, a much better ring tone that Sam's, well it would be, seeing as how I actually had some taste in music. "Yeah?" I answered the phone with one hand still on the steering wheel, interrupting the brilliant sound of Blue Oyster Cult, a rocking band.
"Why isn't your fool of a brother answering his damn phone!?" Bobby barked down the line at me.
"Well hello to you too princess. He's in a funk." I answered while shooting a frown at Sam, since when hadn't he answered to Bobby? The old guy was like our adopted dad or something, I hadn't realised that he'd really sank that low. "What's up?"
"It's Bella." I instantly sat a bit straighter, I hadn't heard that name in eight months. We'd not been saying her name, it hung over us like one of them giant pink elephants I saw when I took them white pills I brought off that dude in Memphis. They were bitching.
"What about her?" I asked, glancing at Sam, he was sat pretending not to listen.
"She's in hospital Dean." Bobby told me gravely. My stomach dropped at the same time my jaw tightened.
"How do you know? She ok?" I asked while whipping my baby round in an illegal u-turn, which she handled perfectly as usual.
"No, she's not ya fool, she's alone and in pain, and your damn fool brother put me down as her next of kin! You need to get your igit asses down to her Dean." My stomach dropped with every word that came out of the old mans mouth. Bella, my Bells was in pain, in hospital and she was alone. I put my foot down all the way to the floor, she wouldn't be alone for long, of that I'd make sure.
"We'll be there in half an hour. You know what's wrong with her? She been hurt?" I asked, wanting to know just how bad it was, needing to know. God damn it! Bella was such a disaster magnet, she'd probably been attacked by something supernatural that she hadn't been able to deal with, again, and got herself hurt bad this time. If that was it I didn't know how I'd forgive myself, or Sam for that matter.
"No, she's just taking a relaxing holiday in the hospital! Ya freakin' igit! I don't know what's wrong with her just get to her!" Bobby growled at me. "And Dean?" He added at bit softer now.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"You call me when you know right?" He said, his voice as full of pain as I felt. Not that I'd ever admit that of course.
"Will do Bobby. Bye." I said before hanging up, I needed both hands while taking the coming corner at this speed.
"What's up?" Sam asked me, looking as though he didn't care. But I knew Sam, better than I knew myself, and I could see him twisting up inside, he'd figured it out and he was hoping I could tell him it wasn't what he was thinking. Well we were all out of luck on that.
"She's in hospital Sam." I said in my serious voice, it didn't get used much.
"Who?" Sam said his body tense, dude had no poker face at all.
"Not even funny dude. You know who."
"Voldemort?"
"I don't even get that." I replied with a frown.
"I know you've seen Harry Potter Dean, don't even pretend." Sam smirked at me. Geek-boy was right, I did know what he was talking about, but I so wasn't even gonna admit that.
"Then don't you pretend. You know who I'm talking about Sam. Bella. She's in hospital. All alone and in pain. So we're going." I told Sam, trying to put on my don't mess with me voice.
"That's a bad idea Dean, we can't go." Sam told me, his face hard, his voice harder.
"We're going. Its our fault she's on her own dude." If Sam didn't want to go, then fine. But I was. I wasn't going to let her down, not again.
"You mean, it's my fault." Sam muttered, his face anguished.
"It's our fault." I said, stressing the our in the sentence.
"Whatever Dean." He was quite for a few minutes before speaking again. "She okay?"
"She's in hospital dude, I'm going to guess she ain't in there for a boob job man." I said with a lift of my eye brows. Baby girl so didn't need one of them. Chick had a rack on her.
"Hurry." One word but said with so much pain and urgency that I didn't reply, just pushed my baby harder. Hold on baby girl, we're coming.
~0~
It took me an half an hour to reach the only hospital in Forks, breaking every traffic law there was, again. But for once Sam hadn't bitched, not even a little bit, showing me just how worried he was. And I wasn't far behind him.
Together we strode into the reception, fear and worry surrounding us for a change.
"Hey, how can I help?" Asked a woman behind the desk, normally I'd be checking that out, but I couldn't. Not now. Not until I knew how Bells was.
"We need to find Isabella Swan?" Sam asked, his voice more forceful and animated than I'd heard it since we left Bella eight months ago.
"Sure, just let me have a look for ya." The woman replied while typing into a computer. "Here she is, she's in the maternity ward, just up on the second floor. It's sign posted so you shouldn't have any trouble finding it."
Sam and I looked at each other; the maternity ward? What the hell?
Sam's eyes tightened as did his fists. Well damn, this wasn't good.