Disclaimer: I do not own the boys or any of their stuff
Dean is 17 and Sam is 13
"Mr. Cage, let me start by saying your son is stable and resting comfortably but the damage done to his heart along with all the other injuries…" A different doctor was now explaining what was happening to John. This was a younger woman with defeated eyes she let her dark hair curl around her face as she struggled to keep eye contact with the father of the boy on that bed.
"What? What is happening to my son?" John barked forcefully bowing his head to look down on the doctor who was pressing the knife in his heart.
"We can try to make him as comfortable as possible but your son has a week or two at most. I am very sorry Mr. Cage." And there was the last twist of the blade.
"No no no, there has to be something you can do…" John pleaded as he drooped to the hard plastic chair behind him. His legs felt boneless, his head felt pressed, and it his chest ached horribly.
"Again I am very sorry Mr. Cage." The young woman retreated away from the grieving man as he took in the information that he would have to bury his first born. John felt his heart shatter inside his chest and once that was gone all that was left was rage. Boiling, bubbling rages that ate at his insides and made his tears evaporate off his burning cheeks. He looked to his eldest so fragile and breakable on the bed and thought of everything that led up this. Saving SAM, being pushed by him and SAM, and finally a fight with, guess who, SAM.
~SUPERNATURALLOVERJA~
"Hello!" Dean called out to the crowded hallway moving through the shuffling crowd and maneuvering around frantic bodies, "Hello!"
"I can help you." A sweet voice answered softly, Dean twisted around to face a teenage girl about his age. Her dark blue eyes were bright yet tortured, completely void of all innocence. Her blond hair cropped off at her slender shoulders almost brushing her Metallica t shirt. Her dark lashes over casted her high cheekbones and empty smile.
'I'm sure you could.' Dean thought playfully before clearing his throat and taking stock of the serious situation, "Why can't anybody hear me?"
"Oh that's simple, you're a spirit." She chuckled as if it happened every day, maybe to her it did.
"That's it well than no need for panic." Dean answered back with a completely straight face. The young blonde laughed softly before pointing a petite finger into the hospital room he had just exited, "Ever seen a Christmas story?"
"I like you Dean, too bad you can't stay." She noted lightly appraising the handsome teen in front of her, "I guess you don't need to take a look inside I'm sure you have looked in a mirror enough."
"Now who is being funny?" Dean snapped crossing his toned arms over his white v neck covered chest, "So, you going to tell me to go towards the bright light? In all honesty I am not done here so I'm not listening or going into any 'bright light' no matter how hot you are."
"Have I said anything about a bright light?" The woman laughed back sweetly before taking Dean's arm and leading his through the now barren hallway, "I thought you might enjoy the shirt."
"Yeah it is a nice choice. So, what now? Am I in an episode of ghost whisperer? Do I have this big unfinished quest? Or am I supposed to jump into some unsuspecting victim?" Dean questioned in almost complete sincerity looking to the gripping hand on his bicep. The touch sent an icy chill through his torso which gave him an eerie sense.
"Well now we just see how it goes, I figured you might want to see some things before you make your choice and I'm not that eager to get rid of you. In answer to your other questions no…no…and absolutely not." The sweet voice echoed through a tight grin that seemed comfortable on her tanned skin.
"What choice? And you're not eager to get rid of me?" Dean grinned cockily at unknown girl with an extra swagger to his slightly bow legged gait.
"You will find out soon enough and your company is enjoyable, especially after some of the people I get. Where are my teeth? What day is it? Can I touch that? It gets a bit tiresome."
"You should tell my brother about my enjoyable company he apparently doesn't find me nearly as tolerable."
"I am sorry to hear that. Your brother he is Sam right?" With Dean's nod of approval the teen continued, "Is he not the one who caused this?"
"It isn't his fault he just got upset and with everything that has happened I can't blame him." Dean explained without a moment hesitation the understanding look on the blonde's face prodded him on, "He and my dad fight a lot which in a strange was led to this. My brother feels guilty and therefore upset which causes frustration which causes the anger towards lovable me."
"That is not confusing in the least." She coked her head to the side as she processed the information, "You can call me Ally by the way."
"Okay Ally, nice to meet you…after spilling my guts." Dean rubbed the back of his neck as his cheeks tinted crimson.
"I have heard much worse Dean," Ally explained with a wink of her dark blue eye, "Now, there is something you should be witness to."
'Who talks like that?' Dean chuckled soundlessly as he followed behind the swaying hips but he couldn't help the seed of worry budding at the pit of his stomach.