The smell of antiseptic and bleach stung Carter's nostrils as she walked through the sliding glass doors of the hospital. She quickly moved towards the bored looking nurse sitting at the reception desk, Freya and Blaire close behind her.
"I'm here to see Robert Singer."
The nurse stared at her, red lips moving as she smacked the gum in her mouth.
"Are you a relative?"
"I'm his daughter."
The nurse nodded and reached for the phone on her desk.
"I'll tell the doctors you are here. He will be out shortly to speak with you."
Carter gritted her teeth. "No. I want to go see him now."
"Please, miss. The doctor will speak with you and then he will take you back himself. If you would just go take a seat."
"No! I will no-"
"Carter?"
Carter spun around at the sound of her name. Her eyes settling on a tall hunter with shaggy brown hair, several inches longer than the last time she had seen him. Hazel eyes stared at her, wide with concern.
"Sam…" She breathed out softly before launching herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist. Strong arms wrapped around her tightly as she buried her face into warm flannel. Tears stung at the back of her eyes and she swallowed thickly. Breathing in deeply, the familiar scent of Sam filling her nostrils, she released a tiny, broken sob. She felt him bury his face in her long, brown hair as she clung to him.
A throat cleared behind them, making them jump as they separated. She looked around Sam and her eyes landed on a slightly shorter hunter with bright green eyes. She wiped her eyes and grinned.
"Dean!" She tossed her arms around his neck and squeezed him tightly, he hugged her back, breaking apart far quicker than she and Sam had.
"It's good to see you, Chick Flick."
"You too. Hello, Cas." She waved to the Angel who was standing behind the group, quietly watching them.
"Hello Carter." He nodded to her, his gaze flicking towards Freya. She smiled softly. Freya had harbored a crush on the angel since she had met him 4 years ago. Carter was fairly certain that Castiel felt the same way but neither of them knew how to let the other know.
She turned to Dean. "How is Dad? Do you know anything? What happened?"
"He's stable. He…he was helping us on a hunt. A Wendigo. There was a short fight and we got it…but Bobby…he was knocked down a cliff…he fell…God…I don't know 50 feet? He broke his leg and h…he hit his head. He hasn't woken up since."
Dean gritted his teeth and looked down at the floor, refusing to look at her. She recognized this behavior from him. It was what he did when he felt like something was his fault. She placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Dean…it wasn't your fault. Accidents happen. He's going to pull through this. He's tough."
He shook his head. "I really hope so, Car. I really hope so."
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