A/N: Here's the next chap. I couldn't help myself. I had to write it. I love writing this story! I hope you like reading it!
Pain. There was a lot of pain. For a second I wanted to just lay there, out of fear that the moment I moved there would be more of it aching at every part of my body. But then I remembered. I remembered where I was before. In the car…me, Sammy, Dad and Dean… I forced my eyes open praying that I would seem them there. My eyes were blinded by the insanely bright fluorescent lights in the plain white room. A hospital room. I willed my limbs into I sitting position and tried to get off of the bed before the IV in my arm pulled me back. "Damnit." I swore as I pulled the thing out of my vein. I pushed and pulled out of the hospital bed and made my way to the front desk. The nurse there was about to say something but I cut her off. "Where are they?"
"Who?" She asked.
"Three others. They came in here with me." I said with a scratchy voice.
"You shouldn't be walking around like thi…"
"Look." I said seriously. "I don't have time for this. Where are they?"
"I'm pretty sure no one came in with you." She said. She didn't really seem like she cared either way.
"Look…" I started.
"What's going on here?" Another woman said.
"Why don't you ask Nurse Ratched." I said. The front desk nurse glared at me. "I'm looking for the others that came in with me."
"She's room 203." The front door nurse said. "There's no one else…"
"Wait…" the other woman said. "Sweet heart you're in pediatrics. No one else came into pediatrics with you, but can you give us names so we can search the entire hospitals database." A name.
"I…I um…" I couldn't give them a name. I mean I had no clue what names we were going under. What ID any of us had.
"Hey!" I turned around and saw my big brother Sam. Thank God he was alive. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah are you?" He nodded. There was a pause as we once'd each other over making sure. Then we both fell into a hug. Sam explained that he was my brother and after some convincing we were told that I would be allowed to go up with him to the recovery floor to see Dean and Dad after a short inspection. They thought I should stay in a wheelchair, but I was ok'd to go up. I tried to play it cool all the way into the elevator but I had to ask. "Sam what the hell happened."
"What do you remember?" He asked.
"We were on our way here. I was…Sitting in the back of the impala with Dean. You and Dad about to fight...That's it." I shrugged.
"We were in a car crash. Hit by a pretty big truck. It was the demon. He possessed the driver." Sam explained.
"You saw it?"
"Yeah, I even talked to the damn thing. Before it let the driver go. After that the guy got all freaked out and called an ambulance. Thank God for that."
We went in to see Dad first. He wasn't awake. He was just laying there. I remembered when I'd seen him like that before just the day before in the Sunrise. Then again that wasn't Dad was it. The demon had already gotten to him. It's funny how that line blurs. I know the demon was the one who hurt us…said those things about my past, but with his eyes closed, the demon had looked just like Dad. And laying in that hospital bed with his eyes closed like that I couldn't help but wonder.
"Becca?" Sam said. I realized it probably wasn't the first time he'd spoken to me in that room, but it was the first time I'd heard him.
"Huh?." I said.
"Dean's down the hall." I let him lead me to our brother. Dean looked… they had him attached to machines with tubes running through him. I'd never seen him look so weak (not even when he almost died).
"Sammy he…I just…."
Sam put his hand on my shoulder. "I know kiddo."
Just then a doctor walked in. "The other man you came in with is awake." He informed us. "In fact you can go and see him if you want."
Sam asked about Dean's status. The doctor said that even though Dean had a buncha stuff wrong with him, it was the head trauma he was worried about. "We won't really know his full condition until he wakes up. " I looked up at Sam. "If he wakes up" The doctor added.
"What the hell do you mean by if?" I asked getting out of the wheelchair to step up to the doctor.
Sam sat me back down and stood in front of me. "Calm down Bex." He ordered and turned back to the doctor. "What do you mean by if?"
"Look." The doc said in a notably softer , and dare I say slightly scared tone. "He's fighting very hard. Harder than most."
"No surprise there." I said from behind Sam.
"But I has to be realistic about my expectations… and so do you." He said before leaving. Sam and I walked down the hall to Dad's room. "Who is he to tell me what WE should expect from OUR brother? That guy was such an ass."
"Becca," Sam sighed. "The doctor was just…" I turned in the chair and raised my eyebrows daring him to finish that sentence. "Okay, you're right. He was an ass."
We got back to Dad's room and Sam walked in. I was hesitant, but being in the chair I had no choice but to go in. "Hey." Dad smiled at us.
"Hey." Sam said. "How you holding up." He sat in a chair next to me.
"Not too bad." He said. "Where's your brother?"
"He's…recovering. He isn't up yet." Sam sighed.
"Oh, Dean." Dad said. "What about you two? You okay?"
"We're gonna be fine." Sam said.
"Gonna be?" Dad said. "So that wheel chair's not just a precaution."
"Yeah, it is." Sam said. "She's okay the nurse just wanted to be safe. It's the whole bureaucratic, hospital policy thing."
"Huh." Dad said.
"Speaking of hospital policy." He fished something out of his
pocket. Here. It's my insurance."
Dad
handed an insurance card to Sam. "Elroy McGillicuddy?" Sammy
smiled.
"And his three loving children." Dad smiled back. He
caught my eye, but I instinctively looked away. "Sammy, go run that
card to them for me. Make sure and bring back any papers they need
Elroy to sign." Sam stood up and went to grab the wheelchair. "Let
your sister rest here a second."
Sam looked from me to Dad twice before nodding. "Yessir." He said leaving the room.
"What's up little girl." Dad asked.
"What do you mean?" I said.
"You haven't looked at me let alone said a word. What's going on?"
"I-I don't…Nothing. Nothing's going on." I managed to get out.
"Don't lie to me." Dad said.
"Daddy I'm not…"
"Don't make me say it again Rebecca." The man was mind-boggling. How he (even from a hospital bed, straight out of a coma) had me convinced that something fatally bad would happen if he had to repeat himself, that just was some power.
I sighed. "Dad…You know how the Demon possessed you?"
"I vaguely recall." Dad said.
"Well, its just that you said… I mean it said… I was a sacrifice and that my birth parents were going to give me up for evil."
"Oh, Becca…"
"Which I can deal with." I said cutting him off.
"Excuse me?" He said.
"The whole birth parents being crazy deal." I told him. "I can deal with that. They aren't my real family anyway, far as I'm concerned. I mean the whole thing of them not wanting me more than kinda sucks compared to the shiny happy picture I had, but at least now I don't feel bad for them anymore."
"So what is making you feel bad."
I felt like a horrible person. Sam had been forced to sit around by himself with his whole family possibly dying around him. Dean was in a coma. I was SO not the kid that should have been getting the attention right now. Besides Dad needed some attention too. It's not like he was dancing around or running wind sprints either. I didn't want to talk about how I was feeling, but he wasn't gonna let me get away with saying "nothing" again. "I guess it's just that… why didn't you tell me Dad?"
He reached through the bed guard and put his hand on mine. "It's just like you said. We're your family. I didn't want you to be upset by those people."
"Really? That's why?" I asked, before I could stop the words from tumbling out of my mouth.
"Yes." He said. Then he looked at me, confused. "Why did you think?"
"I just… Well, this just seems like total déjà vu, since I already kinda had this conversation with the Demon, back when I thought it was you, only that was about what Meg said not about…"
"Becca." Dad stopped me.
"Oh." I said realizing I was going into "Becca Winchester, nervously babbling incoherently fast" mode. "I just…The Demon said my birth parents didn't want me and… and neither did you."
"Becca." Dad sighed.
"And as much as I wouldn't normally believe that, under the circumstances… I mean it was talking through you Daddy. It had your voice."
"But it wasn't me." Dad said. "Becca, you are my daughter. I don't care where you were born or who your birth parents are or what they were. You are my child and I love you more than you could ever know, little girl. You hear me?"
"Yeah," I smiled a bit. Like I said, the man was mind- boggling. What the Demon said, it still messed me up inside, but I trusted my father.
Sam walked in. "Good news. The Mr. McGillicuddy's insurance cleared. I mean they still need to see what's going on with Dean…"
"What do you mean?" Dad said. "I thought you said he was recovering."
"He is." I said. I told him about what the ass of a doctor told us about Dean.
"So you two just left that part out?" Dad asked.
"It doesn't matter what that doctor said." Sam told our father. "If the hospital can't do anything, that means we jus have to find someone or something else to help Dean."
"Yeah, we should look. We should check it out." Dad agreed "But I don't know if we'll find anything.
"Why?" I asked. "I mean you brought me back from the dead and Sammy found that faith healer before."
"Well Dean isn't dead so we can't use what we used on you and the thing with the faith healer, that it was one in a million."
"So what?" Sam said. "We just sit here with our thumbs up our ass and do nothing?" It amazed me that Sam could keep to a respectful and composed tone with mean cops, stupid witnesses and rude doctors, but he could step out of line so quickly with our father.
"Sam I already told you." Dad said. "I'll check under every stone to get him help. Don't you dare think I don't care about him as much as you do." The room was tense. "Where's where the colt." I closed my eyes knowing that wasn't going to help the mood of the room at all.
When I opened them I saw Sammy looking right at Dad. He was disgusted. "Your son is dying and you're worried about the colt?"
"Sammy…" I said, trying to help, but Dad cut me off.
"Sam we're hunting this demon. And maybe it's hunting us. We need the gun. It's our only protection."
Sam rolled his eyes but told him the colt was in the trunk of the Impala. Dad was scared somebody else would find all of our hunting stuff. He thought Sam should clean out the trunk.
"I already called Bobby," Sam said. "He's going to tow the Impala back to his place."
"Good." Dad said.
The evil nurse from upstairs came knocked on the door. "There's a doctor in the pediatrics department that would like to check on you."
"Now?" I asked.
"It's alright." Dad said. "Go on. I need Sammy to go pick some stuff up anyway. He can bring you back down here when he gets back."
"Yes sir." I said and let the nurse take me.
She whistled this annoying song over and over again until we got to my room. "This the same doc I saw before?" I asked her.
"No." She said on her way out. "He's not from our hospital. He said he's you pediatrician?"
My eyes widened as my first thought was the Demon.
I was pleasantly surprised with who was standing at the door. "Joshua!" I smiled.
"Hey there."
"How'd you know we were here?" I asked.
"Bobby called." He said. "He thought we should stop by."
"We?"
"You think I'd let him leave me behind?" Trevor walked in.
I stood up, ignoring the nurses instructions to stay in the chair for the rest of the day, and gave them both hugs.
"So," Joshua said. "What exactly happened between our front door and here?"
