Chapter Three:

"Well that was surprisingly easy." Lola mused, closing the driver door of her shining black Chevy pick-up,

"Yeah apart from being stuck behind that grand piano." Sam replied, with a grunt,

"Hey while you where "suck" I did all the work." Lola replied, waving her hands around dramatically,

"Shooting holes in walls is not work, dodging objects whilst pinned to a wall however…."

"Look we got the job done didn't we…. you're just upset that I had to save your ass again." Lola sighed, giving Sam an innocent smile as she dug her hands into the back pocket of her jeans, pulling out the key of her's and Maggie's motel room, where they had left her and Dean a couple of hours ago.

When she opened the door both hunters where so surprised to see the room in darkness, Switching on the light, Sam scanned the open-plan space with a puzzled frown as he entered the room.

"Maggie…Dean?" Lola called, slightly worried by the fact that there was no sign of either of them,

"Dean." Sam echoed,

"What?"

Both Lola and Sam spun round to see Dean standing behind them, a large bag of tortilla chips in one hand, a can of coke in the other,

"Where have you been?" Lola asked with a confused frown,

"Vending machine, I was hungry." The shorthaired hunter replied simply,

"Where's Maggie?" Sam queried,

"She's in there." Dean answered, pointing over his brother's shoulder,

Feeling evermore confused, Sam turned on his heals, bending down and checking behind each bed, his mind whirring with worry, finally his gaze met the bathroom door which was closed, but upon further inspection a bright glow of the artificial light shone through the gap at the bottom of the door,

Nervously, Sam pushed down on the cool brass handle, opening the door slowly.

As soon as he had time to focus on what he was seeing a sick feeling of dread and horror crept up from the pit of his stomach, his heart jump into his mouth as his blood run cold, looking down at the large crimson pool of blood which his little sister lay in, sprawled out on the bathroom floor.

Sam stood in frozen shock, his emerald green eyes wide as they darted up and down her pale body, cringing at the sight of the long menacing gashes that led up her arm from her wrists.

"DEAN!" Finally his voice broke through the fear as he lunged towards Maggie, feeling at her neck for a pulse before taking her cold face in his hands,

"Maggie…Maggie wake up." He breathed, her deathly white skin sent chills down Sam's spine,

"Oh my God!" Lola gasped, bending down on her knees, the blood seeping through the denim of her jeans as she yanked a towel down from the marble surface surrounding the ceramic basin, trying desperately to remain calm, Lola applied pressure to deep wounds,

Finally Dean came rushing to the room, stopping short of the frame upon seeing the bloody mess, "I'll call an ambulance." He stammered before turning back to the main room,

Taking a deep breath, Dean calmly pressed 911 into the keypad on his phone, waiting patiently as the dull ring tone echoed in his ear before finally he got through and he put on his best performance of his life, false tears falling down his cheeks, "I need an ambulance, it's my sister…she's tried to commit suicide." The hunter lied with a chilling smirk.

"I cant believe this is happening…why would she do this?" Sam rested his elbows on the edge of the hospital bed, chewing on the tips of his fingers, trying to shake the image of his little sister sprawled out on the bloody bathroom floor, The steady beep of a heart monitor bounced off the four white walls of the private room,

"She wouldn't." Lola replied confidently, looking down sadly at her best friend lying fragile and still before her, the emotional red head stood to the left of Maggie, her arms folded as she shook with the intensity of the situation,

"Oh Maggie…" Sam whispered, "What happened to you." Tears welled in his eyes as he stroked aside a soft sweeping fringe away from the pale girls face, dark ground circles around her closed eyes, lips a cold shade of blue seemed to be the only colour against her porcelain skin.

"How's she doing?" Dean asked, emerging from the corridor,

"Still asleep, what did the doctor say?" Lola replied, her eyes meeting the gaze of his olive green orbs,

"Oh the usual medical schpeel." Dean replied, with a sigh she's stable and they want to keep her in for observation…oh and arrange for a psych evaluation."

"What?" Sam frowned,

"What the hell for?" Lola exclaimed, "I know Maggie, she wouldn't do this to herself."

"We don't know what happened, she was alone for at least ten minutes."

"No, we do know what happened!" Lola protested, "Some psycho son of a bitch did this to her, and I'll be damned if I' going to let a bunch of white coats wheel her away to a psychiatric ward!" Her voice raised with emotion in defence of her best friend, her face stern with certainty,

"Hey, hey it's okay." Dean soothed, pulling the young redhead into a hug, stroking the back of her hair, To Lola, this was a gesture to calm her down, but her head now tucked into his shoulder, she missed Dean's sly smirk that curled at the corner of his lips, Sam also missed this bad sign as he continued to look at his sister with concerned eyes.

A few hours later and Maggie was still fast asleep, knocked for six by the large dose of morphine that the nurse hand given a few minutes before,

Lola sat to the right of the bed, slouched back in a large imitation leather chair, reading the latest edition of Weekly World News, for lack of anything better to read. Dean stood by the window, a dark line of shadows traced across his face as the afternoon sun shone through the silver roman blinds,

Just at that moment, Sam entered the room, a drink of orange juice in his hand, Lola looked up from the elaborate newspaper, smiling weakly at the tall brunet as he handed her the plastic cup, "So, do you think that poltergeist is gone?" Sam finally asked, breaking the solemn silence,

"I guess we should go back and check it out." Lola mused, taking a sip of her juice before dropping the flimsy literature to the speckled blue flooring,

"Yeah I guess so…someone should stay here in case Maggie wakes up."

"I'll watch her." Dean offered almost immediately but once again the other didn't think anything of it, nodding in agreement, Lola rose to her feet, quickly finishing her drink before tossing the empty plastic into a long steel bin, "See you in a couple of hours." She smiled at Dean as he walked round to her place in the large seat beside Maggie's bed.

Pulling her black canvas bag over her head, the strap stretching across her chest, Lola followed Sam out the door, making their way down the long sterile white corridor.

Maggie's eyes stung with the bright artificial light that shone onto her face as her lids slowly opened, Licking her lips she felt drained an vulnerable as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings feeling slightly disorientated.

With great effort the young brunet tried to lift her pounding head, but with a groan and overwhelming exhaustion, let it fall back to the pillow,

"Take it easy there Mags'."

Maggie's eyes widened with surprise, her blood ran cold as she looked up to see Dean standing over her. Hyperventilating with panic she fumbled around the bed for the nurses call button which lay just out of her reach on the bed,

Dean rushed forwards, grabbing her arm, wrapping his fingers tightly around her bandaged wrist,

Maggie sucked in a deep breath, her hazel browns narrowed at cold gaze of her brother's olive greens, "Hel…" She was about to scream, but Dean snuffed it out with his hands, smothering her mouth with the palm of his hand,

"If you tell anyone what I did…I'll kill you." He hissed, his stern face inches away from Maggie's, before creasing his brow into a menacing frown as he pressed his thumb harshly against her wounded arm, With a whimper, Maggie closed her eyes tightly, warm tears fell down her cheeks as Dean continued to squeezed her wrist, "And next time I'll make sure I finish the job" The stone faced hunter growled, before finally releasing his violent grip, before leaning in, placing a kiss on the tip of Maggie's head, "Feel better sis." He smiled an eerie grin, a smile that sent shivers down the young girl's spine as she watched Dean leave the room.

Paralyzed by fear and pain, Maggie lay back in silence trying desperately to comprehend what had just happened, what was happening to her older brother.

"How are you doing?" Lola switched her gaze from the row of cars ahead, all parked in a line on the late night ferry back to the main land, She looked over at Sam, a sad and thoughtful expression on his face, his eyes barely visible behind his shaggy bangs, but Lola could tell from his silence that he was at the brink of breaking into tears, as she too had been feeling over the last couple of hours,

"Yeah…" He finally replied with a heavy sigh, "I just…I cant get it out of my head, seeing her like that."

"I know." Lola said sadly, the light shining above from the steel ceiling of the large boat, tinted her face with a soft glow as she sat back in the drivers seat of the Chevrolet pick-up, her sleek auburn curls were blown softly behind her shoulder by the cold breeze that seeped trough the crack at the top of the window,

"I never should have gone on that stupid hunt, I should have stayed with them."

"Sam don't…"

"It's true, I was so concerned with my boredom that I didn't see that Maggie needed me."

"She didn't need you Sam." Lola frowned, shocked that he was considering the possibility that Maggie had tried to kill herself, "She didn't need you because there's nothing wrong with her."

Sam shook his head in denial, continuing to look strait ahead, avoiding Lola's gaze,

"Think about it, after everything that's happened to her, she the strongest person I know, she wouldn't try to end her life like that, and you know why I know that…" The passionate red head continued, raising her voice as she shifted her gaze from the on coming cars, to her left, fixing him with her oceanic blues, "…she's the most selfless person that I've met, she wouldn't want to put you or Dean through the pain of knowing that she hated her life so much that she'd rather kill herself than talk to you." "She just wouldn't do it Sam!"

"Then who did!" He snapped, a whir of emotions brimming to the surface, "You're so sure that something or someone did this to her, so sure that she wasn't pushed to the edge by what I did to her when I had the brain tumour!"

"That's what you think!" Lola cut in, her eyebrows raised dumfounded by his comment, "Sam…she forgave you for that." Lowering her tone, she shook her head in disbelief, "And quite frankly I think you should be ashamed of yourself for even thinking that of her." Just then a low buzz of Sam's cell phone on silent came from his back pocket, with a sigh, the surly twenty something pulled his phone from the back of his jeans, holding it to his ear, "Hello…yes speaking…oh hi…that's great thank you…"

"What?" Lola mouthed, tapping Sam on the shoulder, wanting to know what was going on,

"It's the hospital, Maggie's awake." He replied, holding a hand over the phone as he spoke to her,

"Why are they calling you, where's Dean?" Lola frowned,

"Is my brother there?" Sam returned to the caller, a puzzled look on his face as he listened, "…okay thanks, I'll try and get a hold of him…right we'll be there as soon as we can." Hanging up the phone he held it to his lips in deep thought,

"What is it?" Lola asked,

"Dean isn't at the hospital, they said he left about twenty minutes ago." He replied, looking back at the red head with a confused frown,

"What the hell is going on today." Lola sighed, switching on the engine as the enormous steel slope, acting as a door, began its slow decent over the water until finally meeting the edge of the harbour.