Blood Lines
Disclaimers: I don't own Supernatural or its characters.
Theme: Drama, Angst, Violence, Supernatural
Rating: M
Characters: Dean, Sam, Lola, Maggie.
Chapter One:
"Man I feel like crap." Dean's nasal voice spoke from under a thick navy blue duvet, "I feel like I've had this flu for a month."
"It's been a week Dean." Lola sighed, rolling up a pair of jeans before tucking them inside one of her black canvas holdalls. With a grunt Dean lifted his head slowly, before whipping the duvet off his hot body, rubbing at his neck soothingly as he swung his legs to the edge of the bed. "God my head in killing me."
"Aww has poor Dean got the sniffles?" Maggie cooed teasing her older brother; Lola stifled a laugh as she continued to pack her things,
"Shut up." He sulked as he rose from the bed before making his way to the kitchen counter at the end of the hotel room,
"Here." Sam tossed a pack of asprin in Dean's direction from his spot against the counter, a bowl of cereal in balanced in one hand, smiling at his brother's surly expression.
With shaking hands, Dean twisted the stainless steel tap, filling a small glass tumbler with cold water. He was about to take a sip, when the glass slipped out of his hand sending it crashing to the floor, "Damn it." He grumbled, crouching down to pick up the smashed cup, Raising his eyes to the sealing Sam placed his bowl onto the counter before kneeling down to lend a hand,
"Crap." The two boys exclaimed in unison, Sam holding his thumb to his mouth his lips and Dean holding his hand out, blood trickling down from his palm. Eye's raised to the ceiling, Lola moved towards the kitchen, grabbing a tea towel from the counter before rapping it tightly around Dean's hand, which was now oozing blood,
"For the love of god, who picks up glass with their bare hands?" Maggie sighed, moving passed Sam; she scrambled round in a low cupboard, pulling out a cracked plastic dustpan and brush. "You'd better wash that under the tap, both of you." She instructed the two older boys, as the she tossed the broken shards into a nearby bin,
Lola helped Dean rise to his feet, moving over to the sink, removing the towel he held in under the tap, looking at the gash with a concerned frown, "Maggie this looks pretty deep."
"Lets see." The youngest of the four looked at her brother's hand, taking it in hers to get a better look at the extent of the injury, "Yeah that's going to need stitches, we'd better get you to a hospital."
"Great." Dean replied dryly, as he looked down at his bloody hand, "Ah ah, not so tight." He cringed,
"Dean it has to be tight that's the whole point, unless you want to bleed to death,"
"Its not that bad…"
"It's two hours drive to the local hospital and that cut is bleeding pretty fast." Maggie insisted, tying a knot strategically placed at the top of the wound so as to add more pressure to the wound,
"Right, Sam you okay to drive?" The ex nurse asked over her shoulder as she finished up the somewhat ill equipped first aid treatment,
"Yeah sure." He replied, holding up the keys in confirmation as he headed for the door,
"Lola, you're gonna need to keep pressure on this okay." She added, waiting for the auburn haired girl to take over from her, before removing her own hand,
"Got it." Lola agreed, pressing down on the makeshift bandage, guiding Dean out by his arm, following the others out the door, Maggie pulling it shut behind her.
"Just one more Mister Winchester and then we're all done here." A young male doctor informed the surprisingly squeamish hunter, looking away from his hand that was being sewn together with staple like stitches,
'I cant believe you're afraid of this." Maggie commented, a tone of surprise and slight amusement in her voice,
"Hey, you could put me in the most haunted building in America and I'll get on with the job no problem…but hospitals…they just scare the crap outta me." Dean replied, holding up his one free hand in defence,
The slim built doctor arched one eyebrow, slightly puzzled by the conversation as he wrapped a soft white bandage around Dean's hand before tidying his medical instruments away on a small steel tray, "Right, Mister Winchester, I'll write you out a prescription for some painkillers and you can be on your way."
"Thanks…Doc…" Dean wheezed as he coughed into his undamaged hand, cringing as he felt his chest tighten slightly,
"That's sounds nasty, how long have you had that?" The doctor asked, removing a blue stethoscope from around his neck before pulling up Dean's shirt and holding the cold metal against his back,
"About a month." Dean replied, clearing his sore throat, taking a deep breath in and out upon instruction,
"Hmm there is a definite wheeze there." The doctor mused, "And is it just the cough you've got or have you had other symptoms?" He enquired, draping his stethoscope around the white collar of his long lab coat,
Maggie and Lola couldn't help but raise their eyes to the ceiling at the young man's question, having tried to convince Dean for the past several weeks that it was just a cold,
Dean, saw their sceptic looks and retuned them with a withering gaze before turning to the doctor to answer his question, "I've been getting fevers on and off and headaches…although my dear sister and her friend over there thought that I was over reacting."
"It wasn't that you were over reacting, it just to be a universal guy thing, a woman gets ill…life goes on, jobs get done, a man has a cold and the whole world stops." Lola replied with a sigh,
"Although we were concerned when he said he was off his food." Maggie chimed in,
"Oh yeah then we were worried."
"Hey gimmie a break...Sam would you help me out here?" Dean protested, turning to his brother who was sat in a chair next to the bed, stifling a laugh at the girls' comments,
"Sorry Dean...they do have a point, usually you eat anything and everything."
"You see what I have to put up with!" He exclaimed, dumfounded by the personal digs being fired at him, he turned to the doctor, pointing at his not so supportive family unit,
"While your friend is right about the men being sick theory, I' am concerned that you've been ill for this long, even a flue virus doesn't last this long…"
Dean looked up at the two girls with a triumphant smile, they looked back at him with concerned faces, gone was their cheeky grins, having realized that the doctor was being quite serious with his worries, "I'm going to take a blood test, see if you haven't picked up another virus whilst you had the cold." The doctor turned to a stainless steel cabinet behind him, pulling out a disposable tray, fresh pair of gloves and two plastic packages, one containing a small vile and the other a syringe and needle. Dean's face went a sick pale white as he watched the needle emerge from its protective sterile wrapping,
"Dean…Dean…" Lola spoke calmly; moving closer to snap him out of his fearful daze, "Don't look." She said, taking his hand in hers, the older hunter squeezed almost immediately onto Lola's slender fingers, swallowing hard as his eyes quickly darted to his left, spotting Sam covering his mouth to stop himself from laughing again. Dean was about to yell at his brother when he felt the sharp prick of the needle break his skin, and before he had a chance to say anything, it was over.
"Okay, I'll get these off to the lab and we should get the results in a couple of days." The young doctor straitened up on his stool, wheeling backwards across the room to throw away the used latex gloves before rising to his feet, picking up the vile filled with the crimson coloured liquid before dropping it into a small plastic bag, scribbling Dean's name onto a label on the front. "If you feel your symptoms are getting worse or you having trouble with your stitches, just call the front desk and ask to be put through to Doctor Woods."
"Thanks doc." Sam smiled, extending a hand to the young medic,
"No problem." He nodded with a smile, shaking the tall brunet's hand before turning out of the small cubical of the emergency ward.
"I told you I was sick." Dean commented, looking at Sam with a satisfied look of triumph,
"Come on, let's get your meds." Sam sighed, ushering his older brother out of the room, exchanging exasperated looks with Lola and Maggie as they followed behind.
