Hey all, again this scene, was…well I tried to get as much information as correct as possible so you guys could know what is going on. I hope you like it – or don't like it, it depends on how you look at it.
Thanks : )
Disclaimer – I do not own; Bobby, Castiel, Sam W, or Dean W. I do own; Claire W, Nick, Anna, Matt, Sarah and Andrew.
A solution?
Sam and Castiel moved into Dean's room, who couldn't stop thinking about the sheer distress of when his sister called his name in the accident, Sam and Castiel were concerned for his distant look.
"Hey Dean?" Sam said raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah?" Dean said looking up.
"Castiel, said he knows a way to save Claire," Sam said hopeful.
Dean's face seemed to turn to grimace. "Save her? She's not dead! She can pull through!"
"I know that," Sam said nodding trying to stay calm.
"Do you! Do you Sammy? Because I sure as hell don't!" Dean's distaste was clear on his face.
"No…but I,"
"Mr Dean Winchester," a nurse said quietly coming in.
"Is it Claire?" Sam asked worried.
"No…Mr Winchester needs to go for his x-ray now," the nurse announced.
"Fine!" Dean snapped and sighed. The nurse helped him into a wheel chair. "When I come back…" Dean started in his rough voice. "…we are not going to talk about her like that!" he snapped. The nurse gave Sam an apologetic look before wheeling Dean out of the room.
"He's…"
"…suffered enough," Castiel said finishing off Sam's sentence for him.
"I don't know what's got into him, when he first met Claire he acted like he didn't give a damn…but now he's acting as if he would sell his soul, again, but for her." Sam sighed knowing his brother was in pain.
Castiel simply nodded not knowing how to react to Sam's sudden burst of emotion.
"Sam?" a familiar voice asked whilst wheeling himself in the doorway.
Castiel stiffened.
"Bobby," Sam smiled relieved. "What are you doing here?"
"Castiel called," Bobby coughed.
"I knew you would…be of some use," Castiel simply replied.
"How are they?" Bobby asked trying to swallow the lump in his throat.
"Claire's…having an MRI scan, and Dean, he's having an X-Ray," Sam explained.
"MRI…sounds pretty serious," Bobby noted.
"It is," Sam sighed, he was the middle brother, and once again he felt defenceless.
"What was Dean doing?" Bobby frowned trying to come to terms with what had actually happened.
"He was trying to get too me, and a car hit there's, and they crashed." Sam shrugged.
"Well boy, they're strong, they'll pull through," Bobby nodded.
"I hope your right," Sam sighed.
"The Winchesters?" A doctor said knocking on the door to Dean's room.
"Yes," Sam said putting up his hand. "Is there something wrong?"
"Um…" the doctor stuttered walking into the room. "…it's Claire, we're prepping her for theatre, she has suffered some internal bleeding in her stomach. The baby is fine, but Claire…well she's going to need to be strong." The doctor said trying to avoid eye contact with the three men in the room.
"Thank you," Castiel said to the doctor who immediately left the room.
"There you go Mr Winchester!" the nurse said coming back with Dean and leaving him in the wheelchair. "No broken bones, just a fracture, you'll be fine," She smiled and winked at him, but Dean gave her an absent look. "Alrighty then," she sighed leaving the room.
"I saw a doctor come in here," Dean noted aloud.
"Claire's in surgery, internal bleeding," Sam nodded trying to accept this.
"Great," Dean sighed. "Hey look," he said turning to Bobby. "We match," he grinned.
"Baby!" Bobby asked frowning. "That doctor just said baby! What haven't you boys told me!" he growled.
"Claire's pregnant," Sam announced.
Castiel's expression seemed none of surprise.
Dean got up and stretched, happy he had not broken bones. Then he walked up to Castiel to stare him in the face.
"Where's our archangels?" Dean asked. "I mean aren't I supposed to be Michael's freaking sword?"
"Yes," Castiel replied. "I carved into all three of your chests. Now do you want to save Claire?" Castiel asked.
"She don't need saving! What the hell are you babbling on about carving into out chests?" Dean snapped.
Sam decided to ignore the conversation, he noticed a doctor talking to a nurse outside, and looking in on the room every now and then. He ignored the others and moved closer to the edge of the door, so the doctors couldn't see him.
"I think we need to notify the police or something," the nurse suggested.
"You're right," the doctor sighed and nodded thinking of the poor girl that would probably not make it.
"NO!" Sam shouted and jumped to both of their sides. "Please don't do that," Sam said using his hand gesture's which suggests he was coming in peace.
"Are you like in witness protection or something?" the nurse asked.
Sam thought about it and smiled to himself at the perfect idea. "Yes," he replied. "A police officer…he did some pretty nasty things to us, so please if my brother or sister sees a policeman they will have a heart attack!" Sam urged.
"Ok," the doctor frowned and simply walked off.
"Dean, son, you need to accept the fact that Claire might not make it," Bobby said wheeling himself closer to Dean as Sam walked back in, Sam thought the doctor accepted the fact too easily.
"No," Dean grunted. "She will be fine,"
Suddenly there was a light tap at the door. Another doctor stood there pale and tired. He had been working on Claire in surgery for almost an hour now, the blood on his scrubs sickened both Sam and Dean.
"I'll…get some coffee," Bobby said motioning for Castiel to follow him. But Castiel didn't budge.
"I'm sorry," the doctor said trying to catch his breath. "The bleeding wouldn't stop she is in a medical induced coma," he announced.
"No," Dean sighed shaking his head. "NO! She is fine! She can make it!" he screamed.
"Dean!" Sam said wanting to step up and help his brother, by stopping him from having a nervous break down.
"Get off me!" Dean snapped, he didn't want sympathy that would make Claire's current condition seem more real too him. "I want to see her," he said.
"She's in her room," the doctor replied.
Dean took a deep breath and stormed over too her room, swung open the door, but stopped once he got inside. Sam decided to follow and face his fear, even if it meant showing his emotions, he didn't care. That might just as well been Dean on that bed too him. He cared so much for his baby sister.
Claire had tubes sticking out of her mouth, nose, wrists, and legs. There were two heartbeats, which bought some relief, however they didn't want to think how long the heartbeats would last. Her body was covered in bruises, purple, brown and yellow. And Dean's face was covered with guilt.
"We need to help her," Sam said putting a hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean wanted to shrug it off, but decided against it.
He simply nodded.
"We'll solve this," Dean said through his teeth marching back to his room where Castiel and Bobby both had their backs to each other. Bobby obviously back from getting coffee which clearly wasn't visible in the room. "How do we solve this Cas?" Dean asked turning to Castiel.
"We get help, from Zachariah," Castiel said dreading the reaction from Dean.
"Hell no!" Dean replied.
"It's the only way!" Castiel urged.
"Well he doesn't exactly like us, what makes you think he will agree?" Sam asked.
"She's important, she has use to them," Castiel explained, Dean's spine tingled at the thought of Claire becoming some angel's puppet.
"How do we call him?" Dean grunted.
"We need to leave now," Castiel said walking out the door.
"I know he's an angel but does he have to do that?" Bobby grunted.
"Apparently," Dean smiled a sarcastic one.
"What's that?" Sam asked motioning towards a cardboard file on Bobby's lap.
"Dean's x-ray and Claire's MRI, I managed to steal it from reception," Bobby sighed. "You might want to have a look," he said passing them to Sam and Dean.
"Great glamour shots," Dean smiled sarcastically. However when he opened the file his smiled dropped. Incantations were carved, in symbols, on both Dean and Claire's chests. Dean had his own and his eyebrows rose in shock. "Well ain't that peachy,"
Sam had to fight back tears as he was looking at Claire's broken body.
"Sammy?" Dean asked quietly. He peered over Sam's shoulder and more anger boiled up in his chest, he still could not get over how he could do this to his own sister!
"Let's go, Castiel is probably waiting in the…" then he paused. "…where the hell is my car!"
Dean managed to find out from a doctor where his baby was, he, Castiel, and Sam used public transport to get to a garage where his dismembered car was.
"It's not that bad," Sam frowned looking at a large dent in one side of the car, and chipped paint on the metal.
"This doesn't make sense," Dean frowned. "Claire cannot be that delicate?" he frowned fingering the dent on his car. He peered up; he saw the window where Claire was sitting, smashed.
Castiel decided to be of some use and touch the door where Claire was sitting closest to. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe and opened them again quickly.
"What is it? Did you just do your angel mojo?" Dean asked wanting to know as much as possible.
"Claire was fine when the car crashed; it's afterwards when it went wrong, the other man. He punched the window in, dragged Claire out, and…"
Dean's face turned stone hard, and Sam just wanted to comfort his sister. "…He beat her up didn't he?" Sam sighed.
"Yes," Castiel replied. "He was possessed."
"I don't God damn care!" Dean shouted kicking an empty tin of something that was next too him. "We're calling Zachariah now!"
"As you wish," Castiel said walking outside the garage and into an abandoned patch of grass. He grabbed a knife and cut deep into his skin, he dripped his blood on the grass creating a symbol that Dean and Sam hadn't seen before; he whispered some incantations and said for Zachariah to come and get him.
"Hello boys," Zachariah said suddenly appearing infront of them, with a smirk.
