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Chapter Thirty Six
For the last several days, we had done absolutely nothing. Neither Sam nor Dean would even let me move a muscle. They insisted on helping me do everything from getting a glass of water to getting to the bathroom. I was annoyed, cranky, and in pain. This was a lethal combination. Dean had gone out to get some food for the night, and some snacks for later. Sam was on his computer, and I kept casting him annoyed glances.
"Sam, I'm bored," I said, finally.
"Sorry Lex, but your hurt and you don't need to be moving around. You need your rest," Sam said.
"Please let me just at least go to the library and do research? On anything? " I asked, desperately.
"Absolutely not! You're going to get yourself hurt moving around more than you already have been," Sam said.
"I can at least do research."
"You need to rest and let yourself heal," Sam said.
"Can I go out to the car and get my music?" I asked.
"I'll go get it for you if you desperately need it," Sam said, with a dramatic sigh, and a huge eye roll.
"Yeah I do!" I said, annoyed. "I need to have my tunes to listen to so I can entertain myself."
"Fine, but you should be sleeping. I'll go get it," Sam said.
Sam left and I saw the opportunity to do something for myself for once. I tried to get up and then moved and I sat up on the bed, facing the other bed. I then moved myself to be standing up but took two steps and fell flat on my face and stomach. I felt like I couldn't move. I tried crawling towards the bathroom but it only hurt more. I turned over and let out a moan. I couldn't move anymore. This had been a stupid idea.
Sam entered iPod in hand and looked shocked as I lay on the floor crumpled in a heap. "Alexis Marie Winchester, what do you think you're doing?" Sam said, angry and yet also worried.
"I was trying to get to the bathroom, but fell and then tried to get on my back, but as I did it hurt even more and now I can't move," I said in one breath. I grimaced again in pain.
"I can't believe you even tried to move" he said, shaking his head. "Here let me help you back to bed so I can check to see if you're hurt," Sam said worriedly.
"Ok," I said, grateful for the help. "But do you have to check me? I'm fine, really. I just fell," I said.
"You might have pulled a stitch," Sam said. He moved me back to the bed very slowly so he didn't pull any stitches then stared hard at my shoulder. I knew what that meant. I must have pulled out a stitch trying to move on my own.
"Lexie, I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to re-stitch you. It seems you pulled out a few while you had your little trip on your own," Sam said.
"Ok, but can I at least have something for the pain?" I said and winced. I really didn't want to go through the pain of last time again. I hated this incessant pain.
"I'll see what we have," Sam said as he went to the bathroom and looked in the first aid kit. "Here take some of the morphine to help with the pain and it will help you sleep so you can relax," Sam said. I took them and then laid back down as Sam started to clean me up and re-stitch my stitches.
"Sam is there anything I can hold or squeeze while you stitch me up?" I asked, as Sam began to stitch me up. I winced.
"Grip onto the side of the bed, Lex," Sam said. Soon, he had finished and he helped me lay back down. Sam handed me my iPod and went back to researching on his computer.
"Sam, I need to go to the bathroom," I stated, embarrassed. I had already contemplated trying to get up myself again, but it was just not happening. "Please help me," I pleaded.
"Sure Lex," he said, getting up. "Just next time don't try a stunt like this again, you might hurt yourself even worse" He paused. "I might take your iPod away from you for a while if you do," Sam said, with a warning smile. I glared at him. Nice threat, Sam. He then helped me into a sitting position and carried me to the bathroom, much to my annoyance.
"Just sit me down and I can handle it from there," I said, wanting to blush. I was too tired. My attempt had worn me out.
"Ok, but when you're done just call and I'll help you wash up and carry you back to bed," Sam said. I nodded, and went to do my business. I tried but couldn't pull my pants back up. I tried to use one hand to balance myself and stand, but kind of fell again. This was getting annoying. Sam heard this and hurried quickly to the door.
"Alexis are you alright?" Sam asked from the other side of the door sounding annoyed and worried.
"I'm fine, just fell trying to get up," I said, praying that he did not come in and find me on the floor with my pants down. I struggled to get them up on the floor with one hand. "Sam?" I asked, defeated. "I think I need help."
"Alright are you done?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, help me up please?" I pleaded, wanting this new embarrassment to be over.
Sam opened the door and blinked. I could see his discomfort, but he was nice and said nothing. "Here let's get you washed up," said Sam as helped me to my feet, quick pulled my pants up, and then he helped me get to the sink and I washed my hands. Sam then carried me back to the bed and checked me over once more (which I fought him on as well). Thankfully I had not reopened any stitches.
"Here," he said, handing me my iPod. "Now you need to lie down and get some sleep." He helped me under the covers. I then turned my music on and laid my head on the pillow and was out within minutes. Just as I seemed to be out of it and into a deep sleep Dean walked back in.
I was so tired, I decided to ignore him and just focus on sleeping. It felt like I had only closed my eyes however, and Dean was shaking me awake. "What?" I asked groggily. "What happened?"
"Nothing," he said, with a small smile. "I just want you to eat before you sleep the entire night away."
I sat up and took the box of chicken tenders that he had bought me with a smile. I ate a fry and smiled even more. I was really in the mood for some serious saltiness. I chomped down on the rest of it in minutes, probably even beating Dean's record. I must've been hungrier than I thought. Dean smirked, and I stuck my tongue out. "Okay, well now I'm awake," I stated, closing the box.
"Wanna sit over here for awhile?" Dean asked, patting the couch. "You've been on that bed for days." I nodded, and he helped me to my feet and I hopped on one foot to the couch. I plopped down, my head on Dean's lap. "You're such a little kid," he remarked.
"I'm on drugs, leave me alone," I giggled. I played with the string on his jacket. He turned on the TV, and SpongeBob came on the screen. "Wait, leave it on," I persisted, smacking his hand away from the remote. "I wanna watch cartoons."
"Fine," he said, with a sigh. He still watched it intently, like he was really paying attention, and chuckled the entire time. "This show is so dirty," he said, with a smile.
"Like when?" I asked, and looked back at the screen. "No wait, don't tell me, you'll ruin it." He laughed again. I watched the yellow sponge on the screen, and he took a glass of water and drank it. "That makes no sense," I stated, annoyed. "They're under water!"
"It's a kid show, Lex," Dean said, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, but still," I insisted, shaking my head. "And why is SpongeBob a square? Aren't real sea sponges like coral shaped?"
"I don't know."
"Yeah!" Sam piped up. "They are."
"You guys realize this is a kid's show," Dean stated, rolling his eyes. "It's not supposed to make sense."
"I'm just saying that they could at least make it a little more factual," I said, shrugging. That hurt. "Ow," I remarked, frowning.
"You're being stupid."
"You're stupid," I laughed. "I mean, you talk in the car when I can hear every single thing you're saying!"
Dean frowned. "What?"
"I heard everything you guys said," I repeated matter-of-factly. "You said the crossroads demon said dad did make the deal. He's in hell. You said you thought about making a deal to get him back." I looked up at Dean, with a glare. "I'm not deaf."
He stared down at me, with a mixture of shock and sadness on his face. "Why didn't you say anything?" he asked. "I thought you were asleep."
"I wasn't." I snapped at him. "How could you even think of trading yourself for dad, Dean?" He said nothing, which made me angry. "You're a buttmuncher." I said, annoyed.
Dean fought it, but smirked. "Buttmuncher?" he asked.
"Yeah!" I exclaimed. "I'm on drugs right now, okay. It's all I could think of."
He shook his head. "I didn't make the deal." he stated. "I wouldn't do it."
"You thought about it, Dean." I said, worriedly. "Right, Sammy?"
Sam looked up from his laptop, and gave me a slight nod. Dean glared at him. "Thanks, Sam," he scoffed. He looked back down at me, moving my sweaty hair out of my face. I swatted his hands away with my good arm. "I won't leave you like that," he said. "I won't ever make that deal. Promise."
I thought about it for a moment. "Fine," I yawned. I looked back at the TV screen, which was on commercials. "We should totally get a puppy."
Dean looked confused at how fast I had changed topics. "How much of that morphine did you take?" he asked, amused.
"Enough, apparently," Sam snorted, as I grinned. "A puppy, Lexie?"
"Yeah," I nodded, messing up my already messed up hair. "It could be a guard dog. We could train it to growl at demons and stuff."
"Just growl at them?" Dean asked.
"Well okay, attack them then."
"But what would we do with it?" Dean asked, amused. "It's not going in the Impala."
I frowned, trying to come up with a solution. I thought long and hard, but kept coming up empty handed. "Party pooper," I remarked, and Dean chuckled. I winced, as I moved to get into a more comfortable position. "Ow," I looked at Sam. "I want ice cream."
"You just ate," Dean said, shaking his head.
"Oh," I said, with a yawn. "Right, I forgot." I snuggled myself closer to Dean, starting to feel drowsy, not that I would admit it.
Dean blinked. "I think you need to go to bed."
"I'm not tired," I stated, and then found myself yawning before I could stop myself. Stupid body was betraying me.
"You aren't?" Dean asked, amused. I sleepily shook my head. "Then why do you keep yawning?"
"I'm not," I insisted. "I'm stretching my mouth."
Dean smirked, and jostled me. "Get your ass in bed," he scoffed, and helped me up. I hobbled to the bed and crawled under the covers.
"Wait," I said, as he walked away. He stopped, looking back at me. "I'm glad you didn't make the deal, De." He smiled, and shook his head. "I think I'd rather have you, anyway." He frowned.
"What?" he asked.
"I would rather have you here then you make a deal for dad to come back," I replied, closing my eyes. He stared at me, and I was too tired to realize the extent of what I had just said. "Goodnight," I stated, and tried to get comfy.
"G'night ankle biter," Dean said, and walked away, still looking stunned.
I woke up the next morning, my shoulder killing me and my mouth dry. I flipped over to see Sam snoring quietly, taking up most of the bed. I rolled my eyes, and then sat up. I swung my legs off the bed, and used one hand on the wall to steady myself as I stood. I went into the bathroom, actually making it this time, and started the shower. I peeled the clothes I had on for the last two days off and got in the scalding hot water. I didn't care what Dean said, I felt icky. I needed to take a shower at some point.
I winced when the water hit the wound, but relished in the warmth and clean feeling. This was the only time I thanked the crappy motel for their sucky water pressure. I got out and dressed in a loose fitting top and jeans. My leg wasn't as sensitive. I walked out of the bathroom to see Dean and Sam both sitting at the table, sipping coffee. I sat with them.
"How you feel?" Sam asked, when Dean said nothing.
"Fine," I said, a little confused as to why Dean was giving me the silent treatment. I didn't remember much of last night. I remembered being on the couch, and then….Crap. I remembered what I said. I wasn't going to let them know that. "I don't remember going to bed last night," I laughed. "I was out of it."
Dean seemed to brighten. "Yeah," he said, with a small chuckle. "So, uh, Bobby called," he said, looking at Sam. "He wanted us to do a hunt for him. A Wendigo. I told him no."
"Why?" I demanded, ringing my hair out. Dean shared a glance with Sam, and then back at me.
"You're not ready to do anything too strenuous, Lex," he said. "You're still weak."
"Yeah, you fell last night and popped two stitches," Sam said, rolling his eyes, and taking a sip of coffee. Dean glared at me, and I glared at Sam.
"I'm fine, guys," I said. "I won't even move a muscle if that's what you want. But I think we should go. I mean, we're all bored anyway, right?"
Dean and Sam looked at each other again, and I watched in anticipation. "Fine," Dean said, and pulled out his phone to call Bobby. "Be ready to leave in an hour."
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The hunt was seven hours away in Minnesota, and the ride took forever. Somewhere in between hour five and six, Dean stopped at a rest stop. I let Sam help me to the bathroom. I came out and he helped me limp back towards the impala. "So what do you remember about last night?" Sam asked, curiously.
"What part?" I asked, with a sigh. "The part where you said I couldn't have a puppy or the part where I said I would rather have you and Dean rather than Dad back?"
"The second part," he said, stopping me. I would've have just kept walking, but I couldn't go without him without falling flat on my face. "Is that really how you feel?"
"I—uh," I stuttered, not wanting to answer this. I sighed. "Yeah, Sam," I said. "I'm a horrible daughter and I would choose you and Dean over my own father, okay?" I looked at the car. "Can we go back now?"
He said no more and helped me back in the car. I lie down and felt my face go red as Dean handed me Tylenol. I took it and downed it. Dean gave me a confused look, but kept his mouth shut. He drove off.
We made it to the cabin in a few more hours. We had to take back roads that Dean swore at the entire time to get there. "This better not have damaged my baby," he scoffed, getting out and inspecting the car. He helped me out, and let me limp to the door. I sat down on the couch and looked around.
It was three rooms if you counted the bathroom, with one bedroom. It had a small table, a couch, and a TV, and a fully working kitchen. The entire thing reeked of cedar, which would have been a great if it wasn't making me sick to my stomach. Sam and Dean brought in the bags of stuff we bought to last us up to a week. We didn't want to have to run out again. Dean immediately sat down, and started to stock his weapons and get ready to go out.
"You're going already?" I asked, watching him put the flare gun in his jeans and load a shotgun too.
"Yeah," he said. "Sam, you'll stay here, right?" Sam just nodded, but looked annoyed. I looked at Dean. "We can't leave you here alone when you can't even make it to the bathroom." He got up, grabbed his coat, and opened the door. "If I'm not back by nightfall, assume the worst," he said, and shut the door behind him.
I looked to Sam, who angrily shut his laptop, and sighed. "What?" I asked.
"No Wifi out here," he said, and took out his cell. "Not very good reception either," he added with a scoff.
"I'm sorry," I stated.
"For what?" he asked.
"For making it so you couldn't go with Dean," I replied, getting up and walking over to the table. I winced as I sat down. "Now you're stuck here."
"It's not your fault I let that dog get you."
I looked at him in surprise. "Your fault?" I asked. "Sam that was an accident. You had nothing to do with it."
"I should've—"
"Shut up," I scoffed, cutting him off. "It's not your fault." I suddenly got dizzy and grimaced. Sam didn't seem to notice. "We could play cards," I remarked, pointing to the deck on the table. They weren't ours, so they must have been left here or something.
"Shuffle," Sam said, handing me a coke from the fridge. I did so, and then he took them out of my hands. He dealt me seven cards, and then put the rest in the middle after doing the same for himself. He smiled. "Any fours?"
"Go fish." I smiled. We used to play this all the time when we were little. We were obsessed with it for the longest time. "Remember we used to play this all the time?" I laughed.
"And we played it in the car and dad got annoyed and took the cards away." Sam replied, with a chuckle.
"Any sixes?" I asked, and he handed me one. I took it and laid down the set. "We had some good times." I sighed.
"Yeah," he said, "Jacks?" I handed it to him. "That was one of the things that made us normal."
"Normal," I scoffed. "You know you're weird when your favorite past time is Go Fish 24/7." I paused. "Eights?"
"It was better than those stupid daytime dramas," Sam replied, handing me the eight. "Queens?"
"Go fish." I said, with a smile. "Dad used to yell at us when we watched those," I stated, looking through my cards. "Remember? He said they were too full of sex." I looked up. "Any sevens?" He shook his head. I took a new card.
"That only made Dean want to watch them," Sam snorted. "Threes?"
We played for the next twenty minutes, until I only had one set of cards left. "Sevens?" I asked, for the fourth time now. Sam shook his head again. I took a card.
"Kings?" he asked, and I reluctantly handed it to him. "And I still don't have any sevens." I took another card.
"Fives?" he asked, and I handed it to him again. He smiled, and picked up a card. He grinned. "Sevens?"
I threw them at him and glared. "Bitch move," I stated, and frowned.
Sam laughed. "Don't be a sore loser."
"Don't be such a sore winner," I countered, and sighed. I looked outside at the setting sun and then at the bathroom. I was starting to feel worse all a sudden. I wanted to inspect my shoulder, but I didn't want Sam to know. "I'm going to take another shower," I stated, and then went into the bathroom.
I closed the door and started up the shower to let the water warm up. I gripped the sink and steadied my aching head. I felt like the room was spinning. I peeled my shirt off and turned around, looking at my shoulder in the mirror. The line of stitches was red and puffy. I grimaced and then rolled my eyes. That did not help with the dizziness I was having. I could feel that food Dean made me eat coming up.
"Sam," I said, cracking the door. "Can you go look in the car for that good smelling shower stuff?" He gave me a confused look, but went out the door. I shut the door again and puked into the toilet. "Shit," I swore, wiping my mouth.
"I can't find it," Sam said, knocking on the door.
"Alright thanks anyway!" I called, getting in the shower. I had just wanted to get rid of him. I washed away all the pain letting it run off me. I stopped thinking for a moment and just breathed in and out. I let the water hit the wound and then winced. It hurt so damn bad and there was nothing I could do. I dressed in a loose fitting shirt and then looked through Dean's bag. I pulled out the antibiotics, and took the Amoxicillin.
I took six pills and then hid the bottle back in the bag and walked out. "I'm going to bed," I said, noting the sun now going down. "G'night."
"G'night." Sam called, flipping channels on the TV. I crawled into bed and then tried to get into a comfortable position. I fell asleep in moments.
I yelped as something prodded at my shoulder. I opened my eyes and flailed my arms at whoever did it. Dean grabbed my wrists before I could punch him. "Sorry," he said, "But Sam said you seemed sick and I wanted to check it out." I nodded and turned so that he could see my shoulder better. "It's infected," he said after a long pause.
"I know," I replied, adjusting my shirt. He moved it again and I all but screamed in pain.
"If you're in pain, why didn't you say anything?" Dean asked.
"Maybe it hurts because you keep touching it," I snapped. He looked hurt and I regretted it. I gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry," I sighed. "I'm just tired."
He got up and grabbed the medical kit and looked for the Amoxicillin. "You should take some-"
"I did," I said, rubbing my face.
He lifted the bottle and frowned. "How many did you take?"
"Six."
He looked down. "It says you're only supposed to take two!" he exclaimed.
I shrugged. "What can I say, I'm a rebel," I stated stoically. He glared at me. "I wanted to make sure it worked," I said.
"Well now it might just make it worse," he said.
"I'll sleep it off," I stated, and he rolled his eyes.
"You're impossible."
"Thanks," I replied, with a smile, and closed my eyes. Dean moved the hair out of my face and shook his head. I fell asleep again and slept for the next sixteen hours. I woke up, ate some food, went to the bathroom, and then went right back to sleeping again. I was just so tired.
Two days after that I was back up and moving around. I felt a lot better and the fever I had broke. I was still tired, but at least I had the strength to move. Dean and Sam hadn't left the cabin to look for the Wendigo since I started to feel bad. Now that I was better, however, it was time to start to get back to work.
"I think you two need to go hunt the Wendigo," I stated, sitting at the table. "We can't stay here forever."
Dean looked at me and then over at Sam. "One of us has to stay here with—"
"Dean," I said, "You can't hunt this thing alone. Sam's gotta go with you." He gave me a look. "No, listen. You can't try to take this thing down all by yourself and you can't wait much longer." I pointed to the counter. "We're running out of supplies."
"You're still sick," Sam said, carefully.
"But I'm not going anywhere," I said, shaking my head. "You guys go out, I'll be here and wait for you to come back."
"What if something happens?" Dean asked.
"To you or to me?" I asked. "Because I'll be fine." Dean fidgeted, but looked to Sam. "Just go and then we can get out of here."
Sam gave a slight nod and then stood up, pulling on his jacket to go. The sooner they left the better. Dean looked to me. "Don't leave this cabin. Don't even open the door for anything. And stay armed. And take the meds." He stood up. "And don't do anything stupid."
"I won't," I smiled, and sighed. "But be careful out there."
"We will, Lex," Sammy grinned, ruffling my hair. He hopped off the deck of the cabin, and gave me a grin. I stuck my tongue out at him. Dean grinned and followed, and then they disappeared into the trees. I sighed and sat down on the couch. It was going to be a long night.
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I am all alone in the cabin and now have been waiting for hours on my brothers. I hope they get back soon. I seriously can't think of anything else to do. I want so badly to call and check on them, but Hey! I had no service. Great.
"Where on Earth could they be? Great, now I'm so bored now I'm talking to myself," I said, and looked at the clock and saw that it was getting late and that Sam and Dean weren't back for dinner yet. I decided that they were just be behind, but would be back soon. But things only got worse. I kept imagining bad things happening as it got darker outside. Maybe they were hurt? Maybe they had been taken by the Wendigo?
As the sun began to set I got really worried. They still have not shown back up at the cabin. I tried by walking around the cabin, and everywhere to get cell reception but there just was no way to reach them. I couldn't find reception anywhere. Even though I was feeling better from the pain and know that I can look after myself perfectly fine and that my brothers can do the same for themselves, I was really starting to worry. I was really starting to miss them and felt like I needed them to be close so I would know we were all safe.
I stood inside the cabin waiting for awhile but not long because it looked to be getting really dark and there was no sign of life outside. That meant no sign of my brothers. I realized that they could have been captured by the wendigos and might be in trouble and I might need to rescue them or something. I told myself that I was our only hope now. I had to do something or I could kiss seeing Dean and Sam ever again goodbye. Maybe I was over reacting a little, but I was freaking out. I mean, Dean never would leave me alone this long unless something had happened. He knew I would be worried.
"Lex!" I heard from outside. I could have sworn it sounded like Sam. He sounded like he needed help. I inwardly let out a sigh of relief that they were at least back, but I was worried that he was in trouble. The screaming was too hard to hear from inside but I could recognize the voice as Sam.
I looked outside from the window but saw nothing but blackness. I cautiously opened the door and looked out. It is pitch black out now. I picked up the flash light and my flare gun to be on the safe side and to be precautious. I slowly walked out onto the porch and waited for a few moments. Then I heard more screaming but saw nothing around me.
Then I heard the screaming again, and this time I could hear it loud and clear. "Alexis, hurry we need your help," Sam called.
I yelled back to it, "Sam? Sam where are you?"
The response seemed even closer. "Hurry we need help, we're in the woods." I ran towards the noise and tried to find the source of who was calling out to me. I then heard what I thought was Dean screaming to come help them. I paused for a second. Dean never would give up on a hunt so easily, or ask for my help when he knew I was still hurt.
I looked around but saw no one. I realized it had to be the Wendigo that was doing the calling. I scoffed at my stupidness. I was such an idiot. However, I knew that I had to find my brothers no matter what, so I kept going.
I treaded through the woods, but it was getting darker by the minute. I thought about heading back to the cabin and waiting till morning, but then realized that with all the turning I did earlier, I couldn't tell which way I came from. I had gone so far into the woods, and turned around so much I had gotten myself lost. I sighed and picked a direction and walked. I could track my way back, but it was too dark. I could barely see my hand in front of my face.
I tried to carry onward as long as I could. "Where could they be?" I asked myself worriedly. "I'll find them!" I told myself, encouragingly. "No matter what!" I felt like I had gone for what seemed like hours, and the pain was starting to get to me. I jumped forward as a shot of pain went through my shoulder. The morphine had officially worn off. I tried heading onward and ignored the pain. After another hour or so, I finally had to stop. I sat down with my back to a tree to rest for a minute. After I had rested my shoulder (even though I was still in major pain) I tried to get up so I could continue my search for my brothers. I was unsuccessful though because now there was pain not only in my shoulder but in my leg as well. It was too much. I couldn't move at all.
I fell back to the ground, and shivered. It was freezing. I realized that I needed help but there was no one close at all. I sat there for awhile; until I was exhausted and shivering and in so much pain that I couldn't concentrate on anything else. I finally just lay down, in the fetal position. Then I opened my eyes for a second and looked up, I saw none other than the stupid Wendigo itself. I aimed my flair gun, but was too weak to even get a good shot. I had nothing to steady my arm, and the recoil made me miss by a mile. I could barely even keep my eyes open. It stared at me, and then started to walk towards me slowly, menacingly. I shuddered one last time, and couldn't keep my eyes open. I blacked out, and was taken over by the pain.
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I woke up in blackness. I was pretty sure my eyes were open, but I could only make out faint shapes. It was cold too, really cold. I must have been in a cave of some sort.
That was when the pain kicked in. My shoulder felt like it was being ripped off. I could feel blood pulsing out of the torn stitches. My head was spinning around. The pain was horrible, but I couldn't move. Both of my hands were tied above my head in a thick rope that was then tied to some sort of bar. I must've been in a mining shaft with the bar there. My feet were barely skimming the ground. All my weight was on my shoulder.
I flinched every time I tried to move. I worked at the ropes anyway, pulling and twisting my wrists until the skin was raw. I gave up as it really started to hurt. I needed this weight off my shoulder. I could feel the skin ripping and the blood seeping through. I felt tears in my eyes, but fought them back.
Hours went by, and I just dangled there not knowing what to do. I didn't know what time it was or even how long I had really been in here. I looked up and saw a small ledge above my head. Maybe I could get my legs up there and take the weight off my shoulder.
I started to swing around, going back and forth. I kicked my legs up, which hurt like hell, but I had to do it. I caught the ledge and then abruptly slipped back off. I fell hard, my feet actually smacking the ground and the pull on my shoulder made me yelp.
"Mother of-," I panted, trying to get my breath back. I sighed, clenched my jaw, and swung up again harder this time and latched my feet on the ledge. The weight was off my shoulder and I could breathe again.
I felt myself starting to pass out. My head felt heavy and I struggled to keep my eyes open. My legs slipped off and then my shoulder screamed in pain. I actually cried this time, tears pouring out of my eyes and down my face. I hoped that Dean and Sam were going to find me.
Another couple hours went by and I felt like I was dying. My eyes just wouldn't stay open and reality was starting to blur. I saw Dean walking towards me, staring me down. "What were you thinking?" he asked, and then suddenly he was Sam instead.
"Lex?" Sam asked, confused.
I tried to open my mouth to answer and found I had no words. Sam became my father. "I'm so disappointed, Alexis," he said, shaking his head. "You're giving up."
I struggled to open my eyes to make it stop, but I couldn't move. I grimaced and then felt very awake. I could see in the darkness and could make out a shape moving towards me. Part of me thought I was about to become Wendigo meat, but the shape was too small. "Hey, Lexie," grinned Yellow Eyes, appearing closer to me.
"Is this real?" I asked, my mouth dry.
He cocked his head. "Oh it's real, sweetie. I'm really here."
"Then what do you want?" I demanded, struggling with the ropes again.
"I have so many answers to that question." he sighed, pacing back and forth in front of me. "I want your brother, I want you dead, and I want lots of things." he listed.
"Then why haven't you just killed me yet?" I asked. "If you can walk into my dreams, I'm sure you can kill me."
"Oh I want to do this face to face," he shrugged. "Call me a sentimentalist."
"You keep appearing I think you can't kill me," I stated, staring at him.
"Oh I can do it," he smiled, amused. "I just want to be able to see the light in your eyes go out. I want you begging for it."
I couldn't help but tense. He laughed. "I'm going to die here, so you might lose your chance," I stated.
"Either way," he said. "You're out of the way."
"Why do you keep coming here?" I asked, now annoyed. He was just appearing to taunt me and tell me he wanted to kill me.
He smiled and laughed again, turning around. "See you soon, kiddo."
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Everything was starting to go numb. My shoulder was a distant throbbing mess in the background. My body was tired. I hung there and thought about how this was just so damn stupid. This was a stupid way to die. I vaguely found myself wondering if I was dying from blood loss or from something else. I couldn't tell at this point. Dean would hate dying like this. He always talked about going out in a blaze of glory, like a gladiator or something. I found myself wanting to laugh. Dean in a gladiator helmet?
I wasn't sure I was awake anymore. Sam had made me watch this stupid documentary about how to survive blood loss and dire situations. I was pretty sure it hadn't told you how to survive this, since I was about one of the only people on the planet who would get into this situation, but maybe it would've helped. I wished I would have paid more attention. Too late now, I guess.
I was slowly slipping away. I felt something touch me. I opened my eyes slightly and saw none other than Dean himself. I had a feeling I was dreaming. "Lex?" he asked, shaking me. Okay, so maybe I wasn't.
"No gladiator helmet." was all that came out of my mouth. I laughed. He shook me harder and looked to Sam, who pulled out his knife and cut me down. "Thanks," I said, falling into Dean's arms.
"What happened?" he asked.
"I think we need to get out of here," Sam said, "We can talk all about it later." He took my arm and I pulled away.
"Lemme walk," I insisted, and stumbled a few steps before Dean just picked me up baby style and said nothing. I smacked his chest, but let him carry me out. The moment we hit normal air, I already felt better. I could breathe normally and I could see.
"Look," Sam said, pointing to my blood stained clothing.
"S'fine," I insisted, pushing him away. "Put me down." Dean stopped walking and let me down. I steadied myself and then walked. I could at least walk.
We paced ourselves slow, since I couldn't go that fast, and I think Sam was getting antsy. "Let me piggy back you, Lex," he insisted. I grumbled, but let him. We moved faster after that. We ran into the cabin and Sam laid me down on the bed. I whimpered as they looked at my shoulder. "We shouldn't re-stitch it," Sam said. "Not if there's an infection."
"Yeah," Dean agreed. "She's got a fever. We'll wait."
That was the last thing I remembered before I heard them whispering again when I woke up. "What?" I asked. They both stopped.
"You feel okay?" Dean asked, looking concerned.
"A lot better," I said, sitting up. "Actually, I feel good compared to how I was." Dean shot Sam a look and I frowned. "Why?"
"You were screaming," Sam said, "Something about the demon."
I paused, tensing up. "I—I was dreaming," I said, shaking my head.
Dean nodded and then glared. "What the hell were you thinking?" He asked. "Going out like that?" I looked confused. "We followed your trail out into the woods."
"I thought I heard Sam screaming," I said.
"But you couldn't figure out it was the Wendigo? You know better than that!" He exclaimed.
"I'm sorry," I said softly. I had been really stupid lately.
"You were already hurt, you could've died," Sam said, shaking his head. "You were really stupid, Lexie."
"How long was I out there?" I asked, not sure I really wanted to know.
"A day and a half." Dean replied.
I nodded. "Did you waste it?"
Dean frowned. "What?"
"Did you kill the Wendigo, Dean?"
"No, we were too busy saving your ass," He scoffed. I grimaced at his tone. "Sorry," he said, and then left the room. "We didn't want to wake you up, but we have a problem."
"What?" I asked, throwing the covers off.
"It followed us back," Dean said, looking out the window in the front. "It's waiting until it has to advantage, night probably."
"So we wait and then kill it," I said, with a curt nod. "Got it."
"No," Sam said, pushing me back to the bed. "You stay in here and we kill it."
"Sam," I complained. "I can't just wait in here like that."
"We'll give you a flare," Dean said, handing it to me and nodding. "But you don't come out under any circumstances." I rolled my eyes, but took it.
Night came quickly and I fell asleep twice. I heard the thing calling as the night went on. It was dark and I saw nothing, but I knew it was there, just waiting. That was when I heard the crash. Glass shattering. I panicked and heard more clatter. "Dean!" Sam yelled, and then I heard him hit the door to the bedroom. I still didn't open the door.
"Sam, get it outside!" Dean yelled.
Sam grunted and I heard him yell. That was the final straw. I opened the door. The place was trashed. There was glass and other stuff everywhere. I looked outside and saw Sam lying on the ground, passed out, while the Wendigo was right above Dean.
I held my hand as steady as I could, aimed and fired without a second thought. It burst into flames with a scream of pain and then was reduced to ashes. I stared at Dean and then helped him to his feet. "I'm awesome," I remarked, a cocky smile on my face.
"I told you to stay in the room," He said, rolling his eyes.
"Since when do I listen?"
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We went to Logan's the very next morning. He was the closest and his father insisted that we stay at the house while we recuperated and healed. I was able to take my stitches out in a week or so, and then it was nothing but a pink scab. Dean and Sam got a motel room not far away, not wanting to impose, but I stayed with them for another week. Logan was increasingly absent.
He would come in everyday to see if I was okay, but then would disappear until the next morning when he would do the same thing and then leave again. Once I was up and around, he made excuses. He was clearly avoiding me and I didn't know why. After Dean finally agreed that I wasn't going to get sick or die or anything and he let me join them at the motel room, I was thankful. Staying in that house was becoming awkward for me.
Dean picked my stuff up and smiled as I looked over to where Logan was working on one of the four wheelers in the shed. "Why don't you just ask him what's wrong?" he asked.
"I don't want to piss him off," I said, shrugging. "You know how it's been lately."
"So fix it," he said, and tossed my bags in the trunk. "And come home when you do." He patted me on the shoulder and went to get in the car.
"Hey, De?" I asked, stopping him. He turned expectantly and I hugged his waist. "Thank you for saving me." He smiled and hugged me back.
"Anytime, ankle biter."
"But, De?" I said, frowning. "Before all that, what I said? About dad and you?" He tensed and pulled away a little. "I loved dad," I started, not letting him look away. "But you raised me. You were more a father to me anyway."
"That means a lot," he admitted, with a sigh. He pulled me into a hug, which was odd for him, but I think needed. "God, you're such a pain in my ass," he whispered.
"I know," I said, as he let go.
"Now, go make-up," he said, pushing me to Logan. I glowered at him as he drove off, but he just left.
I walked to Logan and watched him work on the engine in silence. I leaned on the doorframe, trying to get up the courage to talk. "Are you mad at me or something?" I asked finally.
"No, why?" he asked, not looking up at me and just doing more with the screws.
"You ignored me," I stated.
He sighed and stood up. He wiped his hands on his jeans and looked directly at me for the first time in days. "Seeing you like that? Knowing it could happen again?" he said, sadly. "Knowing that I'm stuck here while you're out there? It scares the shit outta me."
I walked to him. "You already knew this was the life I had when you agreed to this," I said softly.
"I know."
"You know I'm a hunter. It's not going to stop."
"I know."
I looked up at him, tears in my eyes. "Then what do you want me to do?"
"I don't know," he admitted and stared into my eyes.
We stayed like that for a moment and then I turned away. "I'm going to head to my brothers," I said and he caught my arm.
"Let me drive you," he said, and led me to his car. I got in and we drove down the driveway in silence. Once we hit the road, he sighed. "Maybe if I go with you more, and you know, help? Maybe it wouldn't be so hard?" he asked.
"Yeah," I agreed. "But I don't want you to get hurt."
"I don't want you to get hurt either," he replied. There was a long pause.
"Okay," I said, "Maybe it would help." I smiled and he smiled too. I got out of the car and he put his arm around my shoulders and I let him.
We walked to the motel room and I opened the door. Sam was on the ground, clutching his head and Dean was standing over him. My head immediately started pounding and I ran over. I touched him and my head exploded.
"I got no choice," Dean said, uneasily, pointing a gun.
"It's not in me, it's not in me," the boy pleaded. "Don't, don't" he cried. Dean mercilessly pointed the gun and fired.
I came out of it and Sam's and my eyes met. I could see what he was thinking. "No," I said, shaking my head. Logan pulled me to my feet. "Sam, you don't—"
"I don't know," He said, starting to move about the room frantically.
"What was that?" Logan asked, angrily.
"A vision," Dean said. "What—"
"We should go," Sam said, scrounging for his stuff. "We have to go now."
"Okay," Logan said. "Let's go."
All three of us stopped and stared at him. "What?" I asked. "You have school, you can't just—"
"I was here for the vision and you agreed in the car, Lex." he countered. I shut my mouth. "I want to come." He said, looking to Dean. Dean looked to me, and I gave a slight nod.
"Fine," he said, tossing him his cell phone. "Call your dad." Logan got his permission with some convincing and then we ran out the door. Sam had seen more of the vision than me, but I had seen enough
I had a bad, bad feeling about this. And I hated to say it, but I think I was going to be right.