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Violet's POV

My throat was burning, like someone was putting a fire next to it. Normally I'd shrug it off, thinking it was a simple cold, but this time it was different, stomach acid. Sprinting from my bed, I ran to the bathroom, head to toilet. Confusion filled my mind, knowing I didn't eat anything to bring up; but it kept coming, and it kept burning. 'What is wrong with me?' I got up, walking to my bed. "Sam, go get me something for vomiting," I pleaded, crawling back into the bed. There was no shuffling from his bed, so I spoke louder. "Sam!"

Nothing.

"Sam!"

Nothing.

Looking to his bed, it was perfectly made as if he never slept in it.

I noticed a note on the nightstand, his name written on it. My stomach churned, something bad was going to happen. Grabbing the note, I looked to the door; just then images filled my mind. There, in front of me, stood Sam, digging a hole by a railroad; I knew where he was. Sprinting out of bed, I grabbed my jacket and ran out the room. The Impala wasn't in sight, so I ran to the closest car and hotwired it. "You're such an idiot Sam," I said to myself as I floored the gas. Racing, I could feel my anger just shoot up, and I began to feel light-headed. But I quickly pushed it away; I couldn't let Sam do something stupid.

85 mph, just two more miles and soon to Sam.

Sam's POV

I finished burying everything I had to to summon the demon; it wasn't a surprise to hear a voice behind me. What I was surprised about was the fact it was a male voice. Turning around was a man, rather tall with blonde hair, wearing a black tux. He gave me a rather grim look, one that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand.

"Sam Winchester," he said mockingly. "What can I possibly do for you?" It was sick, how he was dangling the fact they had Dean without even saying it. "Well? I don't have all night, you know? There are deals to make and souls to take. I apologize that I can't have a spot of tea." I rolled my eyes.

"Take me." The demon raised a brow.

"I'm sorry Sam, I go for women," he said with a smirk.

"No asshole, switch me with Dean." He laughed a dark, vile laugh.

"I can't do that little Sammy; Daddy wants your brother, not you. He's not going to switch."

"Switch us now." My voice sank to venom.

"Sorry Sammy, my condolences goes to you and Dean's fiancé. But that's not my doing." His facial expression changed from cocky to pain. His mouth opened with black smoke leaving his body; exorcism. I turned around, seeing Violet being the culprit; but how? The human body fell to the ground, indicating the demon was gone from its body. But my attention was pulled back to Violet, her own body doing the same.

"Violet!" I ran to her side, pulling her upon my lap. She still had a heartbeat, still was breathing – what happened? "Violet wake up." I picket her up and ran to the car. Carefully laying her in the back, I noticed her color was getting pale. 'Shit,' I thought, rushing to the driver's seat. I pressed the gas and I was off to the hospital.

"Please help!" I ran into the ER section of the hospital, carrying Violet in my arms. A few nurses came to my side, grabbing her, and placing her on a stretcher.

"Please sir, you cannot enter through here," said the lead nurse. I watched as Violet went through the ER doors and there I stood, waiting, helpless, and alone.

Four hours sixteen minutes and twelve seconds…thirteen…fourteen…fifteen…pitter-patter…pitter-patter. The rain violently hit the window, making loud thuds on the roof. The TV was set to some news station that no one in the waiting room was paying attention to anyway. Little kids were playing with the toys provided while parents were worrying, staring into space. I've always hated hospitals for that reason; there is nothing remotely close to cheering anyone in desperate need of hope. It was always up to the expression the doctor gave when taking that first glance.

Four hours seventeen minutes and two seconds…three…four…five…the ER doors opened with the doctor staring right at me. The expression on his face was blank…I couldn't make it out. "Winchester?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Violet is awake, you may see her."

"Is she okay?"

"She's fine. Room 16." The doctor left; that was it? No inspirational speech? No 'everything is going to be okay' bullshit? Just goes to show that Hollywood really isn't anything like reality.

As I made my way toward the room Violet occupied, I could feel how anxious I was getting. I just couldn't shake the picture out of my head, the way her eyes rolled; her fragile body just lying in my arms - so lifeless. It scared me to no end, what if it happens with no one around.

"Sam?" Instinctively my brow raised; I wasn't in the room yet. Increasing my speed, I entered the room feeling heartbroken to see her so helpless. Violet's smile brightened up my mood and I smiled back while walked to her side. Sitting on the seat, she grabbed my hand and held it tight. I went to speak, to apologize for what I did, apologize that I put her in harms way once again. But she stopped me before any sound could escape and shook her head.

"Don't say it," she said looking to our intertwined hands. "Don't even think it."

"How could I not? This is my fault; and after I promised Dean nothing would happen to you."

"Sam, nothing happened." I was confused, and I knew she could tell. I expected there would be a big, long speech about how it was her fault instead of mine. Some sad excuse to why she was being rebellious, but there wasn't one. There was just two simple worse, two words that will change our lives forever.

"I'm pregnant."