Chapter 12

Lynlee snuck around the back of the house as quiet as a mouse. She slid up against the siding and waited, waited for any type of noise that would alert her as to where everyone was. She knew the whereabouts of Bobby and Ellen and made sure to steer clear of them. She needed to know where Dean and Sam were in the house so she could sneak in.

She peeked inside the window and saw Dean walk past. She shrunk back towards the bush and scratched her face on a branch.

"Damn it." she whispered.

She heard a gun cocked and froze. She didn't breathe as she saw a shadow lurk up towards where she was hiding. The shadow stepped lightly as it came towards the bush. The shadow stopped and neither one of them breathed. Lynlee stared at the shadow, hoping it would go away. The shadow swayed and turned back towards where it came from.

Lynlee heaved a small sigh and stood up to look back up in the window. She didn't see anyone so went to open the window when she felt the cold barrel of a shotgun on the back of her neck.

"Don't move." she heard.

"Sammy?" she said, turning slightly.

"Lynlee?" asked Sam. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Sam pulled the shotgun away from her neck as he spoke to her. She turned towards Sam with a sheepish smile. She saw the look on Sam's face and wiped it off immediately.

"Look Sam, I wasn't going to just sit in my motel room and twiddle my thumbs alright? I can help here whether Dean believes it or not." said Lynlee.

"I know, but, he will shoot you if he sees you here." said Sam.

"I know. That's why I'm staying out here so he won't." she said.

"I won't what?" asked Dean, walking out from a corner of the house.

Lynlee froze and looked towards Dean. He had a pissed off look on his face that Lynlee or Sam had seen before. He looked as if he would burst any moment.

"Dean, look, before you say anything I just have to say-"

"Stop." he interrupted her.

"What?" she asked, a little offended.

"Just stop. Lyn, I just wish you would listen to me just once, just once. I feel as if you would just listen to me once, maybe all those times you've gotten hurt, they could have been avoided. I try to protect you, I try to give you advice, I try to console you but you never take my words to heart. You never listen to me, I feel as though I'm just here to waste my breathe, on you." he finished.

Lynlee stood with a shocked expression on her face, along with tears in her eyes. She never thought Dean would ever talk to her like that. But she knew he was right, she just couldn't accept it. She looked in his eyes and saw how much it hurt for him to say that, but she knew he had to.

She looked down to the ground and nodded her head in understanding. She fidgeted a bit, waiting for someone to say anything. She looked back towards Dean and noticed he still held a bit of anger in his eyes.

"I know when I'm not welcome." she whispered, tears flooding her eyes.

She turned away and started walking back towards the motel. She walked down the sidewalk, noticing Ashley sitting across the street. She gave her a little wave and began walking again.

She made it back to her motel with a bag of food she bought from the diner just down the street, and a pint of ice cream. She slammed the door shut and put the bag of goodies down onto the bed. She threw off her jacket and plopped onto the bed, flipping on the t.v.

She dug into her burger and fries, leaving no piece of food untouched. She drank down her soda and started in on her ice cream when her cell phone rang. AC/DC's Back in Black floated through the air and she rolled her eyes. She took her time getting her phone, knowing it was Dean.

She shuffled through her jacket until she found it. She let it ring a few more times and finally opened it.

"Hello?" she asked, sounding a little pissed off.

"Lynlee is that you? This is Sammy." he said in a hurried voice.

"Sammy? What's wrong you sound like your in a panic." she said.

"Dean's been shot."

Lynlee froze at the words Sam spoke. She could hear sirens in the back ground, figuring it was the ambulance. She fell onto the floor, too shocked to do anything else.

"Lyn? You there?" asked Sam. "Lyn!"

"Yea?" she whispered.

"Ashley is on her way to pick you up and bring you to the hospital. When you get here call me and I'll meet you guys downstairs." said Sam.

Lynlee shook her head in understanding but realized Sam couldn't see her head. She whispered an okay and shut her phone. She looked around her room, not really knowing what to do. She didn't know how long she was sitting on the floor until Ashley came bursting in the room.

"Come on!" she shouted.

She grabbed Lynlee's coat and dragged her off of the floor and into the mustang. Ashley peeled out of the parking lot and drove as fast as the mustang would allow towards the hospital. Lynlee stared straight ahead, still in shock. She saw the headlights of the cars pass by them like lightning bugs from the speed of how fast they were going. Ashley kept glancing towards her, worried at her appearance.

Ashley slammed the breaks, stopping an inch from the barricade in front of her. She threw open her door and ran to Lynlee's, pulling her out. They walked into the front door and saw Sam waiting, extremely jumpy.

"Sam!" yelled Ashley.

Sam looked over to them and sighed a small relief. He walked over to them and slowed a bit when he saw Lynlee's blank expression. Sam tried looking into her eyes but she didn't seem to realize he was there.

Ashley just shrugged as Sam led Lynlee towards the room Dean was in. Dean had been in surgery for an hour when they finally extracted the bullet. The bullet had pierced his lung, leaving him dying of asphyxiation and internal bleeding. He was stable finally and sleeping.

Sam told all of this to Lynlee as they stood outside Dean's room. He was pale and looked like death himself. He looked like a Christmas tree due to all of the wires attached to him.

Sam and Ashley stood back a bit as they watched Lynlee watch Dean. They didn't want to crowd her, but wanted to be close just in case she had a melt down.

Lynlee stood in front of the window that looked into Dean's room. She wanted to go in and see him, but she wasn't sure she could handle it just yet. She heard everything that Sam had said on the way up, but just couldn't bring herself to believe it. Looking at him now, hooked up to a breathing machine, skin the color of a ghost, she believed everything now.

She took a deep breathe and opened the door. The door creaked as it opened, and Lynlee was met with the smell of a sick hospital room, alarms and beeping noises coming from the machines, and the sound of the breathing machine, keeping Dean alive.

She shut the door behind her and walked lightly towards his bedside. She hesitated a few steps, but eventually made it to his side. She stood over him, watching his chest rise and fall with each breathe the machine gave him. She wanted to see his lips, but the breathing tube blocked her view. She touched the side of his face and noticed how cold he was. She grabbed the blanket and pulled it over him, thinking if he warmed up he would live. She grabbed a chair by the window and dragged it to his bedside. She sat down and folded her hands in her lap, watching his face and seeing his eyes twitching. She leaned in closer and grabbed his hand, rubbing her thumb along his ghostly pale skin.

As she sat there, listening to the machines tell her he was still alive, she decided to tell him. She stood up and sat down on the edge of the bed, folding his hand into hers. She took a deep breathe and looked at his face.

"Dean." she whispered, not trusting her voice.

She took a deep breathe and tried again, this time, making her voice a bit stronger.

"Dean." she said. She started crying as she started speaking. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm sorry. I know I should have listened to you. Not just this past time, but all of the other times. I know you were just looking out for me, but I was stubborn. I didn't want to live the life of the obedient wife who listens to everything her husband tells her. Now that I think about it, I should have been that wife. If I had been none of this would have ever happened. I wouldn't be sitting here, watching you fight for your life."

She stopped speaking for a minute to dry her tears and regain her strength. She held his hand tighter as more tears started coming to her eyes. She couldn't find anything else to say to him. He was here because of her. If she had just listened to him once, Dean could be healthy and going about his daily life, but instead he was here, needing a machine to breathe for him.

Lynlee looked at Dean one more time before giving him a kiss on his forehead. She slid her hand along the side of his face and felt the stubble of his beard tickle her hand.

She shook her head and let a few more tears fall before turning towards the door. She took one last glance towards her husband before shutting the door behind her.

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