When it comes to hunting in my family, I always seem to be the one to draw the short straw in the end.
I've never really given much thought to how I would die. But when I joined the family business I knew my life expectancy wasn't great, hell most hunters never live to see thirty.
There is so many things I haven't done yet; I've never been to prom, graduated high school, fallen in young wreck less love, see some of the worlds wonders. Hell I've never even had sex! And frankly I'm pissed!
I don't even know if my fathers alive, if he knows I'm dyeing
I always thought that when my time came I would be ready, that I would just accept death and leave this world.
I've never given much thought to how I would die. But I never imagined it would end like this, stabbed by a damn poltergeist.
This can't be it. Its to lame and I can't leave Sam and Dean, not now not ever.
I need to fight harder than I have ever fought before because this can't be my time.
I will not leave my Family. I am not dyeing tonight.
The last thing I remember was muffled voices and Dean's arms wrapped around me, I come to in the backseat with Sam
"S'mmy" I manage to get out, there's something thick in my mouth. It's warm, and. . .metallic?
Oh god its blood! Its my blood!
"Holly! It's okay, it's okay we're gonna get you help. But you need to stay with me!" Sam says trying to remain calm, but I know him too well. I see right through it.
"My eyes are heavy" I state, my body's at war with my mind, as I fight to keep my eyes open.
"Holly! No! No! Stay with me! please!" Is all I hear Sam say before falling in and out of consciousness the rest of the ride
Sam and Dean's voices are still muffled, I can barely make out what they are saying. We're still in the impala
"Dean there is too much blood! We can't fix this one! We need a hospital!" Sam yells with urgency
"DAMN IT SAM! I KNOW!" I hear Dean yell back before darkness envelopes me.
I'm on something hard. . .the floor? No there is people surrounding me and running, its a gurney with doctors and nurses swarming.
"prep her for surgery!" One of the doctors commands.
My eyelids feel like they weigh a ton as I open them, my vision remains fuzzy.
I'm laying in a hospital bed with two figures sitting next to me.
My vision clears slowly the figures are Sam and Dean my eyes well up with tears. I'm alive
"You two look like hell" I state roughly, son of a bitch my throat is dry.
Both their heads snap up in response. Sam is the first to speak
"you're awake" he states dumbfounded
"yeah about that... Exactly how long was I out?" I ask
"Two days, you uh lost a lot of blood, scared the hell outta us" Dean replies.
I try to sit up as pain immediately courses through my side, okay maybe laying down is the better option right now.
"So whats the damage?" I ask with a weak chuckle
"To start with mild internal bleeding, you got lucky the knife dodged everything important, they stitched up your side and your arm, that piece of glass cut really deep" Sam stands
"I'm gonna go find the nurse" he says before walking out of the room leaving me and Dean alone
"So, aren't you gonna yell at me, tell me what I did was stupid, ask my why I did it" I bait expecting a lot more in retaliation.
He just continues looking at the ground.
"Dean" I call
When he finally lifts his head to face me his eyes are red rimmed
Is he crying?
"I was planning on yelling at you until you went deaf" he says with tears becoming apparent in his eyes
"But then I uh I saw all the blood and thought we lost you. I know why you did it because I would do the same in a heart beat. I'm asking you to promise me you'll never do it again. I can't lose you" he says
I feel tears start to trail down my cheeks, how can he ask me that?
"I can't promise you that De. I can't lose you two either. I'd rather die than live knowing their was something I could've done" I say, Dean just nods his head in response.
"Now that that chick flick is over. Can you get me some water?" I ask. He just smirks before kissing the top of my head and leaving the room.
He returns with Sam and the nurse Rhonda, she's an older sassy lady. I like her, she makes the boys squirm.
"Y'all get out of here now" she orders. Dean begins to protest
"I need to change her bandages and check her stitches brother bear now go on" she states, I bust out laughing okay I love this lady.
"Guys go I'll be fine" I state
"We'll be back" Sam says
"Yup" I pop the P
I wince as Rhonda runs an alcohol wipe over the stitches, its hurts like a bitch but I've had worse. I remember one time I had to improvise and pour jack over my home stitched injury.
"so how ya feeling sweetie" Rhonda asks
"Fantastic" I wince once more "just peachy Rhonda"
"so when do you think I could get out of here" I ask hopefully as she finishes re bandaging
"Honey you just got stabbed. Its gonna be awhile" she replies. I sigh in agitation
"I hear you don't like hospitals" she says suddenly
"how'd you know?" Ever since I was little I've associated hospitals with death and sickness regardless that they were supposed to help people they still creep me out. . .Especially mental hospitals.
"well when you first got out of surgery your brother, the shorter one-" she starts
"Dean" I correct
"Right, Dean, made a scene about being in the room. Now I was about to call security, when the taller one-"
"Sam" I supply
"Sam apologized and went on to explain that you had a fear of hospitals and they just wanted to be there when you woke up. He had a desperate look on his face so I snuck them in." She explains
"thanks for that" I nod
Leave it to Dean to make a scene when I get stabbed
"you're lucky to have them" she smiles
"I know" I agree
Soon after Rhonda leaves Sam and Dean walk back in, they really do look like crap
"Seriously, when was the last time either of you have gotten any sleep?" I question
"Three days ago" Sam shrugs
"Now that I'm awake you two can go back to the motel and sleep if you want" I say
"You sure?" Sam says hesitantly
"yes, I'm sure you two can't help me much if you die of sleep deprivation" I laugh
"okay, night Kiddo" Sam says rustling my hair before turning to Dean
"you coming?" He asks
"nope, I'm staying right here" Dean says. Sam just nods
"Night Sammy!" I call after him as he leaves the room.
"Dean you should probably get some sleep" I urge
"I'm not leaving this spot" he states stubbornly.
I sigh scooting over and making a spot on the bed where there is no wires
"what are you doing?" He asks
"Well you're not sleeping on the chair" I say in a duh tone, patting the spot beside me.
He got on the hospital bed, for the first time in this hospital, I fall asleep comfortable.
When I wake up Dean's gone and Sam is sitting in the chair.
"Where'd De go?" I ask
"I sent him back to the motel to get some sleep and a shower" He says
"good, god knows he needs it" I say making both me and Sam chuckle.
I really don't want to ask, probably because I'm afraid of the answer. But its been bothering me since I first woke up.
Sam seems to notice the silence during my contemplation. He snaps his fingers in front of my face, catching my attention.
"Everything okay? What's on your mind" he asks
I shake my head before clearing my throat "Yeah Sam I'm fine its just, did you guys call Dad?" I blurt out quickly
"We both did like a million times" He states with a look of both anger and sadness on his face
Well this sucks major ass. I could've died and he wouldn't even know. I feel tears unwillingly form in my eyes
Sam notices the look on my face because he quickly changes the subject
"so how you feeling" he asks
"Aces, when can I leave" I smirk
"Holly you got stabbed" he replies
"Sammy please" I plead with my best puppy dog eyes, Sam just chuckles
"Nice try Kiddo I taught you that look" he says with a smirk
"Sammy I need to get outta here, you don't understand" I say with urgency
"I understand that if I do this, Dean will kill me. Just give it a few more days" he remarks
I let out a exaggerated sigh
"fine" I agree
Me and Sam just spent the day watching TV. later on my dinner came. It was the most disgusting thing I've ever see, there was something that looked like mashed potatoes but it was practically a soup. Then there was what I believed was . . .meatloaf?
I take a bite of the soupy potatoes bitterly, Sam laughs
"How is it?" He smirks
"Why don't you come over here and find out" I threaten
"Is that meatloaf?" He asks
"Mysteryloaf. I don't even know" I shake my head
The only decent thing is the Jello, annnd its sugar free. There is nothing edible here
"How do you mess up meatloaf" he states
"Evidently its very possible" I sigh pushing the mush away
"Hey, I'm heading out you want anything?" Sam asks
"some real food would be fantastic" I reply, my voice dripping with sarcasm
"I'll see what I can do" he says before leaving about a half an hour later Dean walks in holding a bag full of diner food
"I bring provisions!" He exclaims holding up the bag
"It's about damn time. I was gonna start gnawing off my arm" I state, he pauses
"pleasant" he remarks
"I bought a favorite, chicken tenders and a side of fries" he offers the Styrofoam box, I accept it gratefully
"did you forget the pie?" I ask in all seriousness opening up the box
"Do I ever forget the pie" he states smirking while pulling out another box.
this may be just diner food, but its tasting like a meal at a five star restaurant compared to what they call food here
I decide to attempt sleep, Dean is already passed out snoring softly beside me. I turn over restlessly, I can't shake an uneasy feeling that we're not alone.
I catch movement from the corner of my eye.
I turn my head to get a look at what it is
There is a women with her back to me, she has long dark hair and unhealthy pale skin, almost ghastly.
"Hey, what are you doing in here?" I ask
"Lady I think you got the wrong room" she slowly turns around. Half of her face is gone, mangled torn apart I stare in shock for a moment.
"Holland!" She says stepping forward
"Helpme,helpme,helpme,HELPME" She continues to repeat.
I let out a scream loud enough to wake the next few states over, successfully waking Dean
"what! Holly whats wrong?!" He asks as I turn to him
"you can't see her!" I scream. I turn back around, there's no one, she's long gone.
"see who Holly? Who are you talking about?" He asks frantically
"there was a women standing by the bed! Half of her face was falling off and she knew my name, she kept saying help me"
I say now in hysterics because Dean is looking at me like I'm crazy, I send him a major glare
"Do not look at me like that!" I state
"Like what Holly?" He asks
"Like you don't believe a word I am saying!" I exclaim in tears, moving to get up.
He grabs my shoulders and turns me to face him.
"Hey, calm down its okay" he says
"DO NOT ELL ME TO CALM DOWN. Dean I swear you have to believe me it was real" I plead.
A PM nurse walks in "everything okay?" He asks
"Just a nightmare" Dean covers.
"Do you need anything?" The nurse asks
I shake my head no and send him a reassuring smile, the exact opposite of how I feel. "Just a nightmare, I really need to stop watching scary movies before bed" I play along
He nods and leaves
"okay I believe you kiddo, just calm down I'm gonna go call Sam and tell him to get his ass on it" I nod as he walks out
Dean makes me write down anything and everything I remember about the women from head to toe. . . To half torn off face.
Sam doesn't show until the morning.
I hadn't slept at all even though Dean told me it was okay, he would keep watch. I still felt uneasy It wasn't the fact the lady's face was falling of and she was a ghost, I guess, it was the fact the she was haunting me and knew my name, I have no personal connection to this chick, and why could I see her! I mean I live weird, its a part of everyday life, but this is a whole new level!
Sam walks in
"So kiddo you see dead people now" Sam remarks interrupting my thoughts
"shut up you would've peed yourself" I reply
"So I did some digging. A women by the name of Susan Marks matched your description was in a bad car accident last night. They rushed her to this hospital, she was pretty mangled and died" Sam explains
"She died! Here!" I exclaim.
"Mhm" Sam says handing me a paper with her dmv photo
"yup thats her except the other half of her face is intact here, but why could I see her?" I ask
"you have a sixth sense" Dean chuckles, but I know this is freaking us all out on the inside. Especially me what the hell is going on
I was happy to be released from the hospital later that day, okay I was friggin elated to be out of that death hole that serves awful food.
We arrive at the motel
Dean and I sit on the couch as Sam walks to the fridge to get beer for them
"hey Sammy you wanna grab me one too" I jokingly ask
Dean shoots me a glance as Sam scoffs "yeah a root beer" Sam replies
"c'mon Sammy I just got stabbed. I think that is grounds enough" I pout
"no excuse kiddo, you can have a sip of mine though" Dean says, Sam just stares at him
"c'mon Sammy you were around her age when you first had a beer" he states in response to the look Sam is sending.
"fine suit yourself kiddo" Sam states handing me Dean's beer. I take a sip gagging, Sam and Dean both burst out laughing at the disgusted look on my face
"ew how do you guys just drink that!" I exclaim
"Years of practice kiddo" Dean remarks
"I'll take that root beer" I laugh
I'm still upset about John, the question still remains what the hell am I?
But I know sitting here with my brothers that I don't need to know right now. These two are all I need to make me feel like everything is okay, even though we all know it's not.