Hello again and thanks for the reviews you all left.
TheRavynFire: Thank you I'm glad you like it.
Laine7727: Thank you for all of your help. I am going to try to use your advice for the rest of the story as I did for this chapter. I hope it is a bit better. Most especially I hope the characters staying in character thing, and also my use of tenses get better. Feel free to let me know if I need to work on anything else. Thanks again.
Tangledpencils: Thanks to you also for being such a big help. Especially with the dialogue set up. I've been curious as to how to make that flow better for a while. Also the whole wrong word situation, I didn't even realize I did that one …wow lol. You may also feel free to let me know when something I write needs my attention. Thanks again.
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Just one last note thank you all for all of your encouragement! I'm sorry I have not updated sooner but I had some family issues I needed to take care of. Hopefully this chapter will be better both grammar and plot wise. TO THE STORY!
Chapter 2 The Meeting
(Sam's' POV)
The sweet southern voice on the other end of the phone had calmed me down a bit but now as I saw the doctor coming towards me I became a nervous wreck again. He smiled as he put his hand on my shoulder.
"He's going to be fine, son. He'll wake in about an hour and you can talk to him."
"Thank you." I stated as a wave of relief washed over me. I walked to a chair on the other side of the room and sat down. : Maybe things will get better Dean will get out of here and we can get in the impala and drive to get dad. Then we can finish this thing off and get on with our lives.: I thought in depth to myself like this for a while. Before I knew it I was asleep.
(Lexis' POV)
The plane was somewhere over Omaha, Nebraska, or so the flight attendant said. I sat staring out the window into the darkness. I wished Sam had been able to talk longer. Tell me what exactly was going on so I wouldn't be so nervous. : Poor kid he sounded so stressed on the phone: I moved uncomfortably in my seat. I hadn't changed before I left so I was still wearing my clothes from work. Let me just say that a skirt and itchy long sleeve sweater is not the best attire for a long plane ride. I reached in to my bag at my feet to grab another set of more comfortable clothes. Instead I felt around and felt a book. : My journal? No not possible.: But it was. I stared at the leather bound book for a few moments noticing the decorations. It had an AcDc sticker, a BOC sticker, and one that even had Boston's logo on it. In between all of these stickers were Deans, and my own, handwriting. I remember writing all our inside jokes on the cover that one night we were up for hours. That was a great time. : God I miss him: I was reluctant to open the journal to the depressing, heart wrenching, words I had written only a year ago but I did anyway. As I found the page I noticed the red ink and remembered how painful the words had been to write down. I read them to myself and remembered what they had meant…
Your not sure that you love meBut you're not sure enough to let me go
Baby it ain't fair you know
To keep me hangin' round
You say you don't want to hurt me
Don't wanna see my tears
So why are you still standing here just watching me drown?
And it's all right yea I'll be fine
Don't worry bout this heart of mine
Just take your love and hit the road
There's nothing you can do or say
You're gonna break my heart anyway
Now you can drag out this heartache
Or baby you can make it quick
Really get it over with
And just let me move on
Don't concern yourself
With this mess you left for me
I can clean it up
Just as long as you're gone
You're not making up your mind
It's killing me and wasting time
And I need so much more than that.
I had felt that way. I had said that to him. I asked him to leave so I could move on and I was so pathetic I couldn't even do that. : What the hell is wrong with you girl! Get it together: I was slowly becoming more and more pissed at myself for losing him. At that moment I noticed the tears falling down my cheeks. I tried to calm myself down by looking out the window. I noticed everything was getting closer now.
"This is your captain speaking we are about to land. Please sit in your designated seat and strap the safety belt across your lap."
: Here we go:
(Sam's POV)
I woke up to find I ha fallen asleep in the chair next to Deans bed. I looked up at the machines trying to read them. They all seemed normal. I looked down at my brother and his eyes started to open. Suddenly he was awake.
"Dude today could not get any worse." he said rubbing his head.
"Yea well I say that to myself all the time yet somehow it dose." I grinned
Just then a tall man walked in wearing a white coat.
"Oh. Mr. Robertson you're awake. Wonderful. Could I ask you to maybe get up and walk around a bit?" He asked a permanent cheesy smile plastered on his face.
"Sure thing doc." Dean stood wit some difficulty.
"Now if it is to difficult you don't have to." The doctor said this as he put out a hand to steady Dean. But as always he pushed it away "It's cool. I got it."
Dean got up and followed me out the door. Suddenly he stopped and began staring hard at the nurse's station. There stood a medium sized woman with long sandy brown hair cascading down the back of a worn black leather jacket. The nurse pointed at us and the girl turned. I heard dean whisper under his breath "Lexi?" :Oh shit I forgot to let her know he was fine:\
Ok guys so I hope this was better. Oh and I forgot to mention at the beginning I started writing this a while before the finale so put this wherever you would like in the time line of the show. All I have to say is this is present day. O and the song is called "Leave the Pieces" and its by the Wreckers. I don't own it. Please review!