So do you think they will hire me as a writer? Possibly not but the idea that I could use a story pitch as an excuse for a threesome with the luscious J2 was well received!
As Cole and Hope prepare to move on Sam and Dean are just returning. Sometimes I plot things out in my head but as I write the story changes itself, usually for the better so the reunion I had planned has morphed into something that I hope you like as the Impala becomes instrumental in helping her master woo his woman.
I struggled for inspiration and then came home from work and switched on the TV and as if by magic one of the most iconic film moments from my childhood appeared on the screen and that was it. Some of you will be too young to remember but the older ones will know exactly what I'm talking about when I tell you that the song you need is 'In Your Eyes' by Peter Gabriel.
Let's not forget Sam though…his homecoming may not be quite as energetic but it's still gonna rock as we all welcome gimpy Baby back with open arms LOL…all in all it ended up being more fun to write and more amusing than I thought it would be.
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As frozen tundra's gave way to real roads and even a spattering of buildings Dean began to relax finally and took over the driving. More cars appeared alongside them and he finally felt himself breathe more easily. The spirit was still with them in the car and Sam was finally sleeping as he kept a gentle hand on the wheel and checked his cell phone seeing two beautiful bars flash up on the display indicating he finally had a signal.
It was late afternoon and they still had a little way to go but he could almost smell the city as they approached. It was already dark and snow had given way to rain as the light pollution diminished the galaxies of stars. Dean didn't want to call the girls wanting it to be a surprise as they were ahead of schedule. He still had to know where they were so he called Han and told him they were on their way and got directions to their hotel. His friend sounded tired and Dean felt bad and told him that he was free to leave any time that he wanted.
When he hung up he turned and looked briefly at his brother. Neither of them were in brilliant shape, Dean was muddy and his hands were ripped to shreds but he was still going strong. Sam looked grey and Dean worried about him, he wondered if he should just take him straight to the hospital but then reconsidered knowing he would want to see his kids and chill out first.
"Sam?" he leaned an arm back as he watched the road and shook his brother gently.
"Hmm."
"Almost there dude."
Dean had stopped to refill the engine a while back and to get some food inside them. Now they were on the home stretch the heating was on full and he had actually removed his jacket.
The mass of blankets in the back moved and Nitro suddenly appeared at Dean's side. The whole car smelled of wet dog but they were used to it, God alone knew what the others would say he thought as he ruffled the dogs' fur and considered that Dylan might have a fight on his hands for ownership of the pooch.
"How are you holding up?"
"I'm still alive."
"That's it, positive thinkin'." Dean responded more cheerfully than he felt.
"How much longer?"
"I dunno…maybe a half hour? Traffic's not too bad."
"Great."
"Just think…a nice hot shower, a bit of a fondle from the wife and you'll be good as new."
"I can't wait."
"You've done well Sam, seriously."
"Could you be any more patronizing?"
Dean ignored his tone and knew that his brother would perk up as soon as he saw his family. For his part he couldn't wait to see Bonnie and as soon as he got cleaned up he would be back in the car to return to her.
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Cole and Hope sat in the motel room that Saturday afternoon not knowing what to do or where to go. Johnny had headed off early to go congratulate Steve on the salting and burning of his first corpse and they were all alone once more.
"So should we look for a new hunt?"
Cole shrugged. "I think we should wait to hear from Dad, he should be getting to Anchorage soon."
"You think he'll need us there?"
"Maybe." They both knew the unanswered question that hung in the air about how much time their mother may have left. "I just don't want to start another hunt if we're going to be called away."
"So what do we do?" She asked.
He was interrupted by a knock at the door. He glanced at her and she sat up on her bed and put her hand on her gun as he slipped his shirt on and looked to see who it was. "It's ok." He opened the door. "Hey Coach."
Coach Taylor stood looking at him shaking his head for a second. "I'm so sorry Cole, you didn't deserve what happened at all. I'm gonna call the Sheriff in on this."
Cole shrugged as his hands burrowed in his pockets. The bruises already had a yellow tinge to them and the swelling in his eye had gone down enough for him to see through it again. "It's ok, I don't wanna press charges."
"Cole…" Hope butted in.
He gave her a look and she stopped whatever it was that she was about to say.
"At least tell me who did it and they'll be suspended, I promise you."
"It all happened so fast I couldn't tell you who it was, it's ok really."
He sighed, he was used to high school kids sticking up for one another but this one had nothing to prove. "You have to play with these kids on the field son."
"Actually, about that."
He frowned and looked at Hope as she averted her gaze.
"We have to go home."
"What?"
"Our mom's ill and…it's pretty bad." He shrugged again.
The coach swallowed down his objections. "Is there anything I can do? You put on quite a show out there…I can keep your place on the team and defer college try outs 'til you're ready."
"I won't be going to college."
"If it's about money…you'll get a full ride, I mean there's no doubt you have a real future in football."
"Thanks but I've made my mind up," He glanced at Hope who smiled faintly. "I'm joining the family business."
"You're Dad's in the Marine Corp right?"
"Yeah."
The coach couldn't help but be disappointed but it was still a noble calling. "Ya know the Marine's have a pretty awesome league right?"
Cole smiled. "Yeah."
"When are you leavin'?"
"Not sure yet, just waiting for a call."
"Well make sure to stop by for dinner before you go. You'll be missed, both of you." He took a last look at the sad little room and wanted to take them both right home with him there and then but he could tell they were a proud pair.
"Thanks for everything Coach." He said as he shook the man's hand. "You're a great leader."
He smiled sadly for a second and finally walked away with a wave as Cole closed the door behind him. When he looked at his sister she was just watching him quietly. "What?"
"Are you sure this is what you want?" She asked.
"To enlist? No. Hunting? Yeah."
"You don't wanna be an NFL hotshot with multi-million dollar endorsements?"
"Can you imagine?" He smirked and sat down on the edge of his bed. "It's not fair anyway ya know? I have a genetic reason for being gifted at football, it's not good karma to profit from that."
"You're such a goodie two shoes but you should at least get their asses slung in jail."
"They'll get what's coming to them."
She eyed him suspiciously, "What have you got planned bro?"
He smiled and sat back on his bed flicking the TV on effectively ending the conversation.
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When Dean pulled up in front of the hotel it was with overwhelming relief. He sat for a minute in the still car and just felt his muscles relax. "We made it."
Sam huffed behind him but didn't waste any time opening the rear door.
Dean hustled out into the rain and went to help him out. "Take it easy."
Sam didn't resist the help and leaned heavily on Dean who kicked the door closed and shuffled inside with his brother who groaned as he saw the stairs. "Tell me there's an elevator."
Dean looked around, the front desk was unmanned. "Doesn't look like it Sammy, c'mon…this is the last leg just another effort."
With a railing on one side and Dean on the other he made it slowly up one flight. "Christ."
Dean gave him a moment to take a breath. They heard a squeal and the mad clatter of small feet on the stairs above them. "Heads up." Dean whispered as he went to intercept his over-enthusiastic nephew.
"Woah shorty!" Dean grabbed Dylan as he hurled himself full tilt at them.
"You smell. Dad are you ok?" There was no pulling the wool over his eyes.
"I've had better welcome parties from the nurses at the clap clinic." Dean said.
Sam smiled. "Hey Dyl, I'm fine."
Dean glared at his brother as he pulled his son from his arms and held him tightly. He could be a stubborn son of a bitch sometimes and rather than disappoint his kid he would just grin and bear it.
"God, I missed you." Sam said as he hugged him.
"Me too."
"C'mon, you wanna give your old man a chance to sit down?" Dean hauled him away and set him down on the steps. "Go make sure your mom's all gussied up for her man." With a gentle push on his bottom he zoomed back up the steps yelling to his mother that Sam was back.
"I'm ok."
"You're not ok Sam, you gotta promise me you'll take it easy and that means no rough housing with Dylan or Brooke."
"It was a hug Dean." He sighed as they made their way up the rest of the stairs.
"It's ok to be hurt, he's gotta know already."
"He does, but that doesn't mean he has to see me like this."
Dean couldn't argue with that, Dylan still thought his Dad was superhuman and Sam wanted to keep it that way as long as possible.
When they got to the next landing Brooke was waiting in the doorway for them holding Lily to her shoulder and it finally put a smile on Sam's face. He let go of Dean and shuffled towards her.
"Oh baby, what did he do to you?"
Sam managed a pathetic kiss. "The usual."
Dean raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes. "I'll go get the things from the car, maybe grab a shower in Han's room."
Brooke wasn't listening as she took her husbands hand and led him inside gently closing the door behind them.
"Yeah, I'm fine, don't you guys worry about me…two days drivin', been in a blizzard…nearly froze my dick off, but that's cool…" Dean muttered as he turned and headed back down the stairs.
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While Dean was getting their stuff Brooke took the kids to hang out with Han, Dylan wanted to stay with his Dad but she remained firm.
"It's just for an hour and once he's settled then I'll come get you ok?" She smiled at her son.
He grimaced as she kissed his cheek. "Ok."
Han walked her out. "He's ok right?"
"Yeah, no problem."
When she got back to the room Sam gave her a look of utter relief from where he sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't have to pretend with her; she wasn't going to blame herself, promise to fix it or spark a killing frenzy just because he'd thrown his back out. She was cool and quiet as she stood between his legs and gently removed his jacket dumping it in a heap on the floor. When she leaned back he stopped her for a moment and wrapped his arms around her waist resting his head on her stomach like Dylan sometimes did, she stroked his hair and let him relax for a minute.
When he let go she hunched down in front of him and unbuttoned his shirt as he watched, she had the right balance of tenderness and confidence and it was all he needed to calm him totally.
"Let's have a look eh?"
He winced as she pulled his right arm through the sleeve and stood up again slipping the shirt off, tossing it down with the jacket. She pulled him to her again and looked at his back. He had some bad bruising so she knew he'd taken a fall but Brooke didn't ask how it had happened, it wouldn't help her to know as she ran a cool hand down his spine.
"What is it?" He asked her.
"You've slipped a disc which normally wouldn't be a problem for a chiropractor to fix but you're gonna need an x-ray."
"I can feel the screws and that's not good right?"
She knelt down in front of him. "I should get you to the hospital."
He frowned. "Not tonight, I just want to get cleaned up and sleep, spend some time with you and the kids."
"Sam…"
"Please? We can go first thing in the morning."
She tried not to look into his eyes but she couldn't help herself and there it was, the look she could never resist. "This is against my better judgement."
"I won't bitch, I promise."
She sat back on her haunches with a sigh and began to untie his boot laces. The leather was stiff from being wet and re-dried so much, she pulled them off one by one followed by the socks. "You smell of wet dog."
He smiled. "That's because I was sat next to one for two days."
"We only have a shower stall so I guess I'm going to have to get in with you." She looked up at him from under her lashes as she leaned up to unbutton his jeans.
"You're a selfless woman Brooke."
"Yeah, I'll get my sainthood right after I go to the launderette tomorrow. Ok, stand up."
She finally got him undressed and to the bathroom switching on the hot water as he shivered. "Watch your step."
He was like a newborn deer, all shaky long limbs and big brown eyes, it broke her heart and turned her on in equal measure. Sometimes Sam could bring out her baser maternal instincts even more than the kids could. Brooke removed her own clothes quickly and tucked her hair into a barrette before she slipped into the shower behind him and closed the curtain.
He stood with his bruised back to her leaning on the wall letting the hot water wash over him as Brooke grabbed the shower gel and began to wash him gently.
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Dean emerged from Han's shower thoroughly satisfied. He was warm for the first time in days and after close inspection it didn't look like Little Dean had any frostbite.
He stood in front of the mirror wiped the steam from it and looked at himself as he cocked his head.
"Hey, ya think this beard makes me look like Bobby?" He shouted through to the main room.
"No!" Han answered.
"Yes!" Came Dylan's response.
"So much for askin' the audience." He muttered.
It would cost him ten minutes to shave but he knew Bonnie wouldn't care either way so the time may be better spent with her. He could give it a go, she might like the grizzled mountain man look. Dressing quickly in clean jeans and shirt he emerged a second later. "You got gel?"
"In the bag." Han nodded as he lay back on the bed holding Lily.
Dean needed to get his hair cut too but it didn't look so bad when he stuck some gunk in it. "Can I?"
Han nodded and Dylan sat crossed legged watching him as he sprayed the cologne over his neck and under his arms. Dean took a quick look at the TV. "Goonies, man I love that movie!"
"She doesn't care ya know."
Dean put the bottle down and turned to look at the little boy. "What?"
"Aunt Bonnie. I was just saying…"
"Go on." He paused.
"If you turned up smelling like wet dog then she wouldn't mind."
"That's not the point. Speakin' of which, the hotel owner's a no pets allowed kinda dude so we're gonna have to sneak him in."
Han gave him a look. "I don't want a wet dog in here."
"Dylan can clean him up. He's a Winchester now so he doesn't sleep in the car, there's a fire exit at the end of the corridor…gimme five minutes and he'll be there." He stood in front of them. "How do I look?"
"Hairy." Dylan answered.
"That was just the look I was goin' for. Don't wait up." He winked at them both, grabbed his duffle bag and left.
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Dean had directions but it was like the Impala already knew where he was going and she was taking him this last step of the way. "I'm gonna miss you when you go." He said to the car as he sat back and relaxed his hands on the wheel.
The cassette tape switched off and he frowned as he gave it a tap. The radio came on suddenly and after a few seconds of static 'I'll Be There for You' by Bon Jovi came on.
"You're doin' that aren't you?" He said out loud. After all these years the Impala was returning his love and rather than finding it weird Dean was feeling ridiculously pleased with himself. "Me and you, we're a team baby."
The music changed again and Dean laughed. "Yeah?" He asked as Tom Jones sang 'Sex Bomb'. "Well alright."
He enjoyed the tunes for a little and then thought it inappropriate considering where he was going. It finally hit him and his initial jubilation at seeing his wife waned as he thought about it.
As if sensing the shift in mood 'Don't Cry' by Guns n Roses came on.
He could see the hospital up ahead. "I don't wanna be depressed." He said sullenly. "I want this to be nice. What the hell am I doin', I'm talking to a car."
The Impala stalled suddenly as it pulled into the driveway.
"Woah! I didn't mean it."
The car grew cold as he sat waiting. "I'm sorry?"
The engine restarted but the music was gone as he pulled up the driveway of the large building. He made to turn into the parking lot but the wheel wouldn't budge. "Where are we goin'?"
He let the car take him to the staff lot which was right up front. It didn't stop but mounted the kerb and ventured onto the wet grass before coming to a stop in the driving rain.
"What is this?" he shrugged. "Why have we stopped here?"
'When you love a woman' came on the radio and Dean covered his ears. "I'll do anything you say, just stop Brian Adams torturing me!" He yelled.
The music stopped once more and Dean looked out past the windscreen wipers at the floodlit building. "She's somewhere up there right?"
The horn beeped once and the headlights brightened.
"So it's about time for a romantic gesture that what you're sayin' Herbie?"
There was another short toot.
He pulled the collar of his jacket up and waited. This time when the music began he was in no doubt what to do. 'Say Anything' was one of Bonnie's favourite films and he smiled to himself as he channelled his inner John Cusack and opened the door as the volume rose.
Dean climbed onto the hood in the pouring rain and stood in front of the building and waited with his hands in his pockets as the music played.
Love I get so lost, sometimes
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
When I want to run away
I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are
All my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes
the light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
In your eyes
The resolution of all the fruitless searches
In your eyes
I see the light and the heat
In your eyes
Oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
the heat I see in your eyes
Dean felt like a moron as people came to the windows of the four storey block to see what was happening. He scanned dozens of faces with his eyes searching for his wife among them.
Love, I don't like to see so much pain
So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive
Finally he saw her and he felt his heart start to pound and he smiled. She opened the window laughing like a kid as Dean opened out his arms and shrugged lifting his face into the rain. He could hear her voice over the music and the wind. "Get your wet ass up here!"
And all my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
Dean hopped off the hood with a splash and looked up at the building with a sigh. If a job was worth doing it was worth doing well he thought as he tested the gutter pipe.
With the rain pelting him he began to climb up the outside of the building. He knew he must look like a mad man but he didn't care because she was worth it.
In your eyes
the light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
In your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
In your eyes
I see the light and the heat
In your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
the heat I see in your eyes
He heard a shout from below as a security guard ran out onto the grass. "You can't park here!"
As if on cue the music stopped and the Impala's engine revved making the man turn in shock as she reversed herself off the grass. Dean had to laugh as he scaled up the pipe to his wife's window.
She was leaning out looking down at him as a nurse tried to pull her back inside. "Dean, you're crazy!" She shouted.
He made it the final few feet and gripped the sill. "Only for you. It just had to be the third floor!" He exclaimed with an exhausted grin.
The nurse let go as Bonnie grabbed his face and kissed him. The assembled staff were all shocked as she'd barely said two words since she'd been admitted and until now looked the way her chart indicated she should and not like the lovesick teenager before them now.
Without moving his lips from hers he got a grip on the window frame and pulled himself up. She let him go long enough for him to slip through the window and climb into the room where he stood breathlessly in a pool of water staring at her barely registering as other people burst in.
"I'm calling security." Someone said.
Bonnie turned. "No don't."
"Who is he?"
She smiled. "He's my gift from the Make a Wish Foundation."
"I almost wish I was dying now." Another patient said as she stood staring in shock still attached to her IV stand.
"You can't just break in here, you have to leave, someone call security!"
"Can we just get a minute alone?" Dean asked in a deep voice as he wiped the water from his face without tearing his eyes away from her for a second.
"Can't you see she has to rest?" A well meaning nurse said.
Bonnie looked around her at the chaos and wanted to scream. "If you want me to rest then this isn't helping." She tried to calm herself as the cold air swirled around them and she shivered. "Please don't ruin this for me."
The sick woman in the doorway suddenly got pissed off. "You heard her, leave the poor woman to enjoy her moment."
Everyone could see Bonnie was close to tears and no one could ignore the plea as she turned back to Dean disregarding them all.
Dean didn't know if they had left or not and he no longer cared as he removed his wet jacket let it fall to the floor and picked his wife up holding her to him whilst she buried her face in his neck and cried with relief that he was finally home.
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Despite everything Sam felt content as he relaxed with his family. It felt amazing to be clean again and not to be confined in the back of a smelly car with Nitro.
He lay flat on his stomach on the bed as Brooke nursed Lily next to him. Dylan had gotten over his initial excitement of having his dad back and had grown drowsy lying spread eagled on the bed the other side of his mother.
Brooke turned off the TV and laid a hand over Sam's damp hair as he ran his own up the inside of her leg. Her long dark hair was loose and she had traded in his old tees for a nightdress and with his baby held to her breast he thought she was the most unbelievable thing he had ever seen.
"You're stunning." He told her.
"Stop." She answered shyly.
"You know it's true."
"Will you still think that in a half hour when I have spit up on me?"
"I'll still think it thirty years from now."
She smiled at him and hunkered down a little so they were closer together. Sam reached up and touched Lily's foot marvelling as the tiny toes curled over his finger.
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
She shook her head. "Nothing,"
"Go on."
"It's not the right time."
"For what?"
She sighed. "I think…I think we should all live together again, with Dean and the kids if they wanna come back."
He raised his eyebrows then laughed. "And here was me thinking I'd have to soften you up before I asked you the same."
She smiled again. "Screw it, let's just bring in Bobby too and make it a permanent thing, like the Brady's."
"Pretty far from it." He huffed. "How do you put up with us?"
She shrugged and looked at Lily. "It's been over twenty five years since my parents died. I just wish that when that had happened I had family around me you know, to look after me." She was calm as she looked at him. "I had to wait a long time for you to come along."
He exhaled. "You're scared."
"I lost one family Sam and I won't lose another."
"It's not going to happen. I promise."
"I think our little Lily-Win is done." She smiled as she laid the baby on her shoulder and rubbed her back.
"Do you have any idea how amazing you are?"
"Do you need a painkiller?"
He laughed and then waited patiently as she burped and changed the baby before laying her down next to him. Sam stared at Lily who met his gaze as her eyelids drooped gradually before finally falling asleep with a sigh, her little fist still curled around his finger.
Brooke had gone to clean herself up and returned quickly, climbing over Dylan then pulling the sheet up over them all. She finally settled down happily on her side and looked into her husbands eyes as the baby slept between them.
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The call still hadn't come by the time the sun went down and Hope had started to trawl the net looking for possible hunts just in case.
Cole sat restlessly on his bed flicking through TV channels. "Don't you ever get scared of anything?"
"Huh?" She asked without looking up.
"Do you get scared?"
"Of what?" She finally looked at him.
"Just making conversation."
"Nope, not really. Oh, no wait, genital warts." She shuddered and looked back at the screen.
He rolled his eyes. "So that's it? You're not scared of the world ending or of demons trying to kill you, just penises that look like cauliflower?"
"Pretty much."
"You get scared of old ladies."
"Oh yeah, they're evil."
"No they're not, you'll be old one day."
She stared at him in horror. "Take that back."
He laughed. "A little fear is healthy."
"That's just what people who want to sell self-help books tell you, it's all a con."
"What about mom dying?"
Hope closed the laptop and turned in her seat to face him. "Ok, I guess that's pretty scary but it's not going to help her much for us to start crapping ourselves."
"So 'people die' is your philosophy, even when it comes to our own mother?"
"Death isn't the end bro, that's what I've been trying to tell you."
"It's worrying me slightly that you're so calm. Is there something that you're not telling me?"
"Just a hunch." She responded cryptically as she continued her online search.
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If Dean didn't want to move from somewhere then there was nothing anyone could do to shift him and right then he wasn't leaving his wife for anything. Dr Vincent realized it as soon as she met him when she went to check on Bonnie. She hadn't seen his performance earlier but she had caught the re-run on CCTV in the Doctor's lounge. All the women in the hospital were now more than a little in love with him and madly jealous she was getting to meet him in the flesh.
Dean didn't move from where he sat on the bed even after she introduced herself and reinserted the oxygen tubes into Bonnie's nose.
"You have a bit more color."
Bonnie definitely looked more relaxed as she leaned back against him her fingers wound tightly through his.
"I feel a lot better thanks."
"Just what the Doctor ordered." Dean smiled arrogantly.
Dr Vincent smiled with him as she picked up the chart. "So you're the man who managed to get a sterilized woman pregnant, how am I not surprised?"
"You wanna write an article for some smart-ass journal? I'll make you famous."
"I have no doubt. Maybe I'll just bottle some of what you have…market a new HRT drug for the menopausal patients."
"Baby I can reverse the menopause with a smile."
"Maybe we'll try that another day." She walked over to him still laughing and took something out of the chart handing it to him. It was a scan of the baby. "I thought you might want to see what your son looks like."
"He'll be gorgeous." He said confidently taking it from her staring at the 3D image. It was unbelievable, you could make out all his features and even see that he was sucking his thumb. "Wow." He kissed the top of Bonnie's head and looked at the Doctor again. "He's ok right?"
"Perfect. We did a DNA profile and he hasn't inherited HCM."
Dean hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath until it came out in a burst. "That's great news, so when do we get to meet him?"
"That's up to him and your wife, if we can hold off labor another couple of weeks he'll have an excellent chance."
"He knows he's grounded if he goes out without permission."
"Dean's the disciplinarian." Bonnie explained.
"Right." The Doctor nodded. "Ok, well…you're done for the day Bonnie so I'll see you tomorrow."
They both looked at her but she made no move to leave as she stood at the foot of the bed a little awkwardly. "I don't have to tell you to…"
Dean raised his eyebrows in question. "Hit you baby one more time?"
She smiled again. "Keep it PG-13?"
"First base only, I promise." Dean made the Vulcan salute with one hand.
"Ok, well I'll leave you two crazy kids to it then." She finally left and closed the door behind her with a smile and a vow to get her own ovaries checked out at some point.
"How come you always get the cool Doctors and I get the dicks?" Dean shifted down on the bed slightly and wrapped his arms around her.
"Because I'm a good patient." She fiddled with the amulet around his neck listening to his heart beating.
"I shouldn't have left you."
"It was almost worth it for that entrance you made." She answered quietly.
"You're welcome, but it wasn't totally selfless. There's something I want you to do for me."
She shrugged but didn't look up like she knew what was coming.
"I want you to cancel the DNR; Winchesters don't give up, no matter what."
"Dean…"
"No, it's not over 'til it's over…you don't cash in your chips early, you finish your hand."
"Seeing as though we're using metaphors, I'll put it like this, what film do you hate above all others?"
"Titanic." He said without hesitation.
"Right, you know what's gonna happen in the end so why drag it out endlessly when it's so painful to watch?"
Dean growled hating being caught out. He couldn't think of any way to argue his side, it wasn't him that was in pain after all. "Does this mean you want Celine playing at your funeral cos I'll tell you now…"
"I wouldn't do that to you Dean just respect my wishes, that's all I'm asking."
"Ok." He whispered reluctantly as he lifted her chin with his hand and kissed her.
She pulled away after a minute. "That tickles." She grabbed at a tuft of hair on his chin.
"You like it?"
"I'm a bit baffled you'd want to cover that face but, I don't care." She answered drowsily.
"You tired?"
"I feel like I haven't slept in years."
Dean got himself more comfortable on the bed and settled her down against him with the bump resting between them. He laid a protective hand on it. "I'm here now and I'm not goin' anywhere so you just relax."
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Brooke had woken up with Lily in the night and had fallen asleep with the baby lying across her. She opened her eyes like a kid on Christmas morning with butterflies dancing in her stomach as she wondered what Santa had brought her.
Glancing down she looked at Sam lying next to her and her stomach somersaulted again. She laid a hand on his head and he opened his eyes looking up at her.
"Morning."
"Brooke." He whispered his fingers enclosing over the hand next to him.
She frowned at his expression. "What is it?"
"I think it's time I went to the hospital."
"Ok, I'll call Dean."
"No."
"Sam?"
"Can you take the kids to Han?"
"It's really early."
"Now." He raised his eyebrows at her. "I don't want Dylan to get scared."
Her stomach suddenly clenched into knots of fear. She squeezed his hand. "I'll be back in a minute."
Holding Lily to her she slid off the bed quietly, trying not to make any sudden movements. Once she was off the bed she went to her son and holding Lily under one arm she shook him gently. "Up you get."
Dylan rubbed at his eyes but before he could fully open them she had pulled him out of bed so he had to hold onto her. "Mom?"
"Just going to see your Uncle, watch some cartoons maybe have some breakfast."
"What?" He looked over her shoulder at his father as she struggled with the door. "Dad?"
"Ssh." She whispered.
"Dad?!" Dylan suddenly went rigid in her arms and she grappled to keep hold of him as Lily also woke up and started to cry. "Daddy!"
Brooke got out into the corridor and rushed to Han's room. "Don't cry." She soothed as she kicked at Han's door with her bare foot. She was losing her grip on both of them when Han sleepily opened it to the wails and she rushed passed him. "No time to explain, I need you to watch them for me."
She passed Lily to him and got a firm grip of her son looking into his eyes as she set him down on the floor. "Look at me."
He shook his head and tried to run back out.
"Dylan!" She scolded pulling at his pyjama's and grasping his shoulders in both hands. "I know you know what's happening and I know you're scared but I need you to calm down because your Dad needs me right now, ok?"
He nodded a little.
"I just want you to stay in this room no matter what you hear."
"What's going on?" Han asked as she got up and ran out.
"Sam's hurt, could you call an ambulance?"
"I should come help you."
"You are helping, please." She didn't wait for an answer but left, quickly going back to her room.
Brooke was an amazing person to have around in a crisis and felt no fear as she went back to the bed sliding onto it slowly until she was lying next to her husband. She brushed the hair from his face.
"Oh God." He said.
"Sam, it's going to be ok." She reached down. "What am I doing?"
He huffed. "Pinching my ass."
She smiled. "Trick of the trade, it's how we spot the fakers."
"Lower."
She tried again. "Anything?"
"No."
"Ok." She took his hand in hers and gave him a reassuring glance. "Take a deep breath." He did what she said. "You've had a bad fall and a lot of bruising, it could be delayed shock."
"You think?"
"You're going to be fine." Brooke kissed him gently and prayed that she was right.
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I await with baited breath.