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"Why are you doing this Dean?" I question his motives as he drives me to the nearest hospital. "I need a motive to get another hunter some help?" He questions me back, and I really hate when he does that. Answer my question with another question, why do men do that? "Oh come on, we don't exactly get on with each other and last time we saw each other you called me a bitch and I walked out. Now here you are driving me to a hospital, talking civil with me after saving my life. I'm sorry but I find that totally out of character- for both us," I can't help but honestly explain to him. I hear him sigh as he tries to find the right words to reply back to me. "I told you earlier, Bobby ordered it of us," Dean replies back to me.
Not the answer I was looking for. I hate the fact Dean is just as stubborn as I am. It drives me mad, how the hell did we ever get along and be so close? Oh yeah, that was way back in the day I was stubborn- well, this stubborn. "That's not an answer Dean, I know you hate me and I annoy you- why didn't you make another hunter get on the case of saving my ass?" I question him once more. I will get an answer out of him, even if it means he ends up shouting it at me, because I won't stop asking. "Because when Bobby asks us to do something? We do it, even if it was to save you from dying. Look, I wanted to let someone else save you, but then I thought, Hell- what would be more of a dent in your precious little ego than have me and Sam save you from dying?" Dean then practically snaps at me.
I deserved that, I truly do, but damn that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like Hell. I just find myself smirking, I can't even put words together to make a smart ass remark. Wow, that's a first for me surely. "Wow, I made you speechless, no "female hunters are just as good as men' crap? Nothing?" Dean asks me, glancing his eyes towards me for a split second. "What would be the point in that? You'd only pull over and make me drive myself to the hospital when I can barely move without being in excruciating pain. I'd rather use you like I always do," I tell him, and now it's his turn to go quiet. Yeah okay, that was a touch too low, even for me. "Dean… I take that back, I'm sorry. I'm cranky when I'm in pain," I swallow my pride and apologise. Even for me I can admit that was uncalled for. "Whatever…" is all I get as a response….
Sitting in a hospital room, on a bed sucks. I hate being fussed over, but I know the boys are still outside the door so if I try and run they'll drag me back. Apparently they're waiting for Bobby or someone to come and take over watch duty. I can overhear nearly every word they're saying and I don't think they realise it. I can also overhear how they got another case lined up that they need to get to, but they don't trust me with a barge pole, let alone to stay put like the good little puppy I am. Ack! I'm being compared to a baby dog. A nurse comes into the room, with what looks like my results from the x-ray I had done, to make sure I only indeed had flesh wounds.
"Well, looks like it's all just flesh wounds. After that ordeal, you're lucky not to have any seriously broken bones." The nurse tells me, as both of the boys walk in to listen on as well. "What's the results?" Sam asks, as they literally only caught the end of her comments. "She'll be fine, there's no fragments lodged in the wounds that we can't see or broken bones, though she does a couple of hairline fractures on the left side of her ribcage. So we can finish patching her up and she'll be good to go. Though I do recommend she waits around to get a prescription for medication to ease the pain and has someone to watch over her until she heals up." The nurse now turns and tells them, like I'm not even in the room. "I'm still here you know?" I speak up, in an irritated tone. "Can't you ever be grateful?" Dean can't help but talk back at me. "Can't you ever not be a smart mouth?" I retort back to him, and I see this look on the nurse's lips that reads she's getting the wrong end of the stick here. "I'll leave you three be, make sure your brother doesn't kill his girlfriend," She says ending her sentence with a joke.
"Oh we're not together," Dean protests as she walks out to get some other nurse in to patch me up. Dean then glares at me like it's my fault she got the end of the stick. "Not my fault she came to that conclusion! I can't control minds!" I say back at him, glaring back before Sam stands between us. "Cool it you two," He just says calmly. Instead of saying anything else, we just look away from each other and stay silent. It's only a few moments later when another junior nurse walks in and begins to patch me up. How do I know she's a junior nurse? She's not being very gentle, that's how. I'm flinching and pulling away from her so much, it's causing me more pain. "Stop being a baby Kenzi," I hear a third male voice say that isn't either the Winchesters. "Finally Bobby, she's driving me nuts! Talk some sense into her yeah?" Dean reacts to Bobby's arrival. "You think I haven't tried ya idjit?" Bobby just responds to him, and with that the Winchester boys just leave and head off to their next hunt.
The junior nurse eventually finishes patching me up and writing out my prescription for the meds I'll need to help reduce the bit of swelling and bruising, as well as the hairline fractures I have around my wrists and ribs, due to being strung up for so long. Yeah that's right, my body hates me that much that it doesn't just bruise but it will swell with it. "Girl do you realise how worried sick I've been about you?" Bobby finally talks to me, sitting on the edge of my bed when the nurse leaves. "I know Bobby, I'm sorry but I was taken off guard. I tried to get out, but I just… I guess she was stronger for an old hag than I anticipated." I reply back to him, letting a small smirk appear on my lips at the old hag comment. "Stop with the jokes Mika, you could have…. You could've gotten yourself killed this time! I'm guessing you haven't told the boys who you really are either?" He lectures me, and once again I feel like the seventeen year old he very first adopted. "I know, I almost was killed but I wasn't so it's all good, I'm still alive and kicking," I tell him back. I see Bobby just sigh and get so frustrated with me, that I swear if I wasn't in hospital and beaten and bruised, he probably would have hit me round the back of the head or put a cap in my ass.
"Mika, hasn't this near death moment taught you anything? Mika if you died, I would have to explain to Winchesters exactly why I was as distraught as I would be. Then what? You think Dean would accept hearing you were alive all this time when you're dead? He'd go insane kiddo!" Bobby continues his lecture and I'm almost switching off. Yet again, he's bringing it all back to my dirty little secret. "I didn't have a chance to bring it up, we've been banging heads the entire time, I couldn't exactly go 'Oh by the way Dean, you're pissing me off but hey, check this out- I'm your precious little red headed Mika from your childhood! Now let's bang heads some more yeah?'" I protest my side of the situation once more. "Yeah, that will go down REAL well... not." I finish with, as I get off the bed and grab my jacket and bag, wincing from the pain in my wrist and ribs, making me drop my bag back onto the floor. Bobby says nothing back, but just grab my bag and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Okay, so maybe right at this moment isn't the time to tell him kiddo, but he brought you here and called me. That's gotta say something for your connection, even if you are banging heads constantly," Bobby simply replies to me, and with that the conversation died. He walks me to where to get my medication, and then we head to my car and his truck. We decide that we'd both check into a motel, and get rooms next door, at least… for the night.
A day later and I wake up groggy in my motel room, I go to sit upright and I suddenly remember my entire abdominal area was not that long ago carved up. Taking my time getting up, I try to remember where exactly I put that bottle of pills from yesterday. I manage to sit up and look for my bag when my door gets knocked on in a familiar rhythm I remember from when I was a kid. Standing up slowly, I make my way to the door and open it. "Morning Uncle," I groan, holding onto my side as if that will make the pain subside. "Morning? It's gone midday ya idjit," He says back at me. This is when I look over at the clock on the bedside table and see it is indeed around lunchtime. I've slept the entirety of the morning away, something I haven't done in a while. I guess the pain and general exhaustion well and truly took over and won this time. I find my bag and rummage through, getting he medication out. Cracking open the bottle after fumbling around with the child safety locking mechanism, I take the prescribed amount and just swallow them down without any water, even though it clearly says "take with water".
"How do yo even cope on the road without me?" I hear Bobby question me, as he shoves a bottle of water into my hand that basically says to me 'drink'. Sometimes he doesn't even have to speak to let me know he's giving me orders. I start to drink down the water, as the sudden realisation of how thirsty I am triggers in my mind, and before I know it, half the bottle is gone. Of course, doing that creates more pain, and me to wince. "You're taking time off missy. No hunts for a week, you're going to stay in town and rest and re-coop. I mean it this time. No flitting off and trying to prove something," Bobby continues to lecture me, and as crazy as this may sound and shocking- I have to agree with him. Yeah yeah, I know I'm shocked too. "So what are you going to do? Go back to South Dakota?" I ask him, as I sit back down on the end of the bed and this time, slowly finish off the bottle of water.
"Yeah, I've gotta stay by the phones, incase those idjit boys need me," He replies back to me, and I can't help but smirk at him calling them idjits. "They rely on you too much Bobby, just an observation." I tell him back, and it's the truth, I hear a lot how the boys are calling him up for advice or whatever as they can't get ahold of their dad John. Come to think about it, I wonder what has happened with John? Sure he was never a fantastic dad, but he was sure a better father to those boys than my dad ever was, and now he's left them both in the lurch like this? It just seems…strange, even for John. Bobby looks at me as if I'v just said a summoning ritual for a demon or something.
"What? I'm just saying-" I begin to say when he cuts me off mid sentence, "Well don't. You rely on me as well Mika, or have you forgotten the amount of times you've called me for advice? Someone has to look out for those boys whilst John's incognito at the moment." Bobby says to me, in quite a harsh tone. "Sorry.." I apologise and that's the end of that conversation. It isn't until now I realise Bobby is holding a take out paper bag, and I signal towards it in a questioning manner. "It's your lunch- or should I say brunch as you haven't eaten breakfast either yet," Bobby explains, dumping the bag onto the table opposite me. Getting up and walk over and open the bag and take out what's inside, which is a taco salad with soya mince and hot cheese. "Thanks Uncle," I thank him gratefully. "Right, well, if you're okay I'm gonna head back home, I'll be checking in on you to make sure you're still here over the week. I'll be keeping your GPS on so don't think I won't know if you're lying to me," Bobby explains to me, and with a nod of acceptance to my child like conditions, he leaves me be to tuck into my lunch.
"Hey, what's up?" I answer my cell phone as I'm in a shop trying to pick out some new pants. I previously had gone to the Laundromat to wash some of my clothes, but I was going mad just sitting there watching my clothing go round and round and round in circles. So like every other girl feeling sorry for herself because she's in pain and bored, I decided to go shopping. "Mika, it's Dean…" I hear Bobby say back to me down the phone, and I can't help but roll my eyes. This old story again? "Now what? Bobby I'm getting real tired of this…" I tell him back, as I pull off the rail some wet look black jeggings. "There's been an accident on a hunt- he's not good girl. The docs don't think he'll last long," Bobby tells me and I was ready to call him on his bullshit, when it really occurred to me, the tone of his voice. It was grim and low- Bobby wasn't lying to me. I find myself freeze on the spot and I'm not entirely sure how to take this news. I mean, Dean is dying!? He can't be, he's Dean frigging Winchester. He bounces back from everything.
"W-what happened?" I ask him, and I try to keep up my badass pseudo but the break and stutter in my reply proves I've been hit by this news more than I care to let on. "They were hunting a Rawhead and Dean got caught up in the crossfire- he got electrocuted, it's a wonder he's even clinging onto life now. Look, I think you should visit him, if you don't tell him the truth now- you may never get another chance." Bobby explains to me. Ah there it is- you see there? "now is the time- or you may never get another chance" speech. I knew there was an ulterior motive coming up! So instead of just calling me to keep me updated on the boys, he's gone back to the nagging me to tell my dirty little secret to them again. "Bobby-" "Don't 'Bobby' me girl, don't you hear what I'm saying to ya? Dean has maybe a few weeks at MAX to live, and you're STILL willing to let him think you're this Kenzi Hart girl!? Mika, this is ridiculous now! It's been going on for too many years as it is!" Bobby shouts at me over the phone.
I'm so done with this conversation, and I do what I know is the stupid move and hang up on him. I take the jeggings I picked up to the counter and I pay for them along with a zipped vest I picked up earlier on. Heading back to the laundromat, I pick up my now dry clothes and head back to the motel room. I'm so glad I decided to drive just round the corner because there is no way I can carry my duffel full of clothes and such. Bobby's words are playing on my mind, I admit. Dean saved my life only a matter of nearly a week ago and here I am wiling to let him die in a hospital thinking I'm someone I'm not. What is wrong with me? In the motel room, I sit down and really think this over. Could I really be that heartless? I mean what if he dies thinking he won't be alone wherever he ends up, that he'll see me again and his mom, but as we all know, he'd only see his mom again because I'm very much still alive. What if with his last breath he tells Sam "at least I'll see Mika right?" or something along those terribly cliché moments and lines? I'll never see him again and have those annoying clashing moments with him where we poke fun at each other, irritate each other to no end and just constantly be in each other's way.
Sure, we both irritate the hell out of each other but I'm not so sure right now if I can deal with never having those moments again. Who would look after Sam? John is nowhere to be seen, and last I heard Sam and John didn't get along, so I can hardly imagine John rushing to his son's side. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if John isn't there for Dean right now. Sam will be utterly lost without Dean, and I'm not so sure he'd wanna team up with me. I can just see Sam trying to get Dean back, and going all American psycho on anything supernatural to get his brother back. I suddenly feel something I haven't felt in a short while- tears falling down my cheeks. The thought of losing Dean well and truly is just too much. Wiping the tears from my face, I try and man up and ignore these thoughts running around my mind. I need to go see Dean I have to tell him everything….