07122019
BEHIND BLUE EYES...
AU. This is another "Dean is a chick" fic only this time she was born female. Involves Destiel, you've been warned.
After 8 year old Deana almost loses her life when a hunt goes wrong, John stops hunting and goes back to Lawrence where he returns to the auto shop and tries to give his children the life he and Mary dreamed about, but sometimes Heaven has other plans.
I do not own Dean, Sam, John or anything to do with Supernatural, just the ideas that form in my head.
CHAPTER ONE
John allowed himself a moment of pride when he heard the gunshot behind him. Only her third hunt but 8 year old Deana was holding her own. Her hands didn't shake when John had placed the loaded weapon into them, giving instructions to keep the ghost away while he uncovered the bones and destroyed them. He had managed to pull away the bricks from the back of the fireplace and reveal the remains of the original owner. He'd been murdered by his wife and mistress. They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, try two. It was just as he began salting the remains that Jedediah Smith decided to join the party. John didn't turn away from the task at hand, trusting his daughter to watch his back. Liberally dousing the old bones with lighter fluid he pulled his matches from his pocket. He vaguely heard his daughter say something as the air turned frigid once again. He lit the match just as the dull click of a misfire reached his ears. Suddenly Deana screamed and John turned just in time to see her crash into the solid wooden post and fall to the floor.
"Deana!" He screamed, dropping the match at the edge of the pool of fluid and running toward his child at the other end of the large banquet hall.
The ghost advanced on the small girl again, picking her up as the small flame licked at the flammable liquid, igniting it. The ghost launched Deana at the post again before going up in a column of flame and ash.
"Deana!" John skidded to a halt and dropped to his knees in front of the broken heap that was his first born. He stared at her with tears in his eyes, not knowing what to tend to first.
"Dad?" She said weakly, coughing once before slipping into unconsciousness.
John was horrified at the blood coating her lips. So much blood. He knew that was not a good sign and prayed to whomever...whatever was listening to save his daughter. Her breathing was laboured and sounded strange. He'd seen enough injuries during his time in the marines to know that if he didn't get help she would die.
John remembered driving to the hospital.
He remembers carrying his broken daughter through the doors, screaming for help.
He remembers the empty feeling in his arms, his heart, when they took her away and refused to let him be with her.
He vaguely remembers speaking to police.
Then the doctors.
...Broken ribs...
...Punctured lung...
...Internal bleeding...
...Severe Head trauma...
...Surgery...
...Coma...
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It was hours before John was allowed to see Deana. The doctors said surgery went well. They were able to repair the damaged. They droned on and on for what seemed like days but John could only focus on two things. The fact they said surgery went well and the fact they said she won't wake up.
Deana had suffered a head trauma and the doctors decided that it would be best if they kept her in a medically induced coma to allow her brain to recover. He was allowed to sit with her for ten minutes every hour. He would sit quietly, just holding her hand and watching her chest rise and fall as the machines around her kept her alive.
The prognosis was good. Scans had revealed no permanent damage, they just wanted to wait until the swelling went down.
"You were so brave." He whispered quietly. "I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have been there. But you rest now. You get better and come back to Sammy and me."
A tear slipped down his face.
One week later the doctors decided Deanas numbers were at a safe level and began the process of waking her up. It was a slow process. John discovered it was not like the movies where they simply stopped what ever drug was keeping her asleep and moments later she was wide awake and ready to tango, no, it wasn't like that at all. Johns visitation had been increased to 20 minutes per hour as the doctors were certain Deana had suffered no permanent brain injury. Being such a young child, her brain recovered remarkable quickly. He spoke to her quietly, encouraging her to come back to them. Tears flowed unashamedly when late into the third day off the medication she weakly gripped his hand. More a light flutter of her fingers but it was enough for John. The doctors took it as a very encouraging sign. Two nights later John received a telephone call in the motel room he had hired close to the hospital.
"Mr. Winchester, Deana is awake." The nurse informed him when he answered.
John glanced at the bedside clock. It was just last 2am and while the staff had commented on his commitment to his daughter, (more like guilt) he was surprised they had called at this time.
"She is? Is she alright?" He asked down the phone.
"Unfortunately we have had to sedate her again."
"What? Why?" John said more forcefully than he intended.
"It was for her own safety. She started coming around about 10:30, just after you left. Then when she was fully aware she began asking about a Sammy? When we couldn't give her any information she began screaming bloody murder and tried to get out of bed. Honestly sir, I have never seen a reaction like that before. We had to sedate her so she wouldn't hurt herself."
"Sam's her younger brother. He is staying with a friend. She's a little protective of him." John informed the nurse.
"I see." She sighed. "Mr. Winchester, I know it is late and this is a highly irregular request but is there any way you could get Deana's brother her by morning?"
"Really? I thought the PICU had a no children policy?" John asked.
"We do, but in this situation the doctors believe it would be better for Deana to have her brother close to her. It would be more harmful to her recovery to have her upsetting herself like that again and we really don't want to have to keep her sedated any longer than necessary."
"Of course. I'll call my friend and see if he could bring Sam here." John assured the nurse. "They're only a couple of hours away."
"Thank you sir. I believe that would be for the best."
"Can I...can I come in and sit with her? It might be better if I'm at least there if she wakes up again."
"I think that would be a very good idea."
"Well thank you, and I'll see you soon."
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Sam had been left with Pastor Jim in Minnesota while John and Deana took care of, what was supposed to be, a routine haunting. They had decided it best not to tell Sam what had happened as much as it went against the good Pastors faith to lie to anyone he had told Sam they were simply delayed. The four year old didn't understand why his dad and sister went away but as long as he was continually reassured they would return he was happy, but when Jim received a telephone call at 2:30 in the morning he quickly pulled the young boy from his bed and they hit the road.
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John watched his children through the window. He was grateful that the public phone was situated directly across from Deanas room so he could keep an eye on them cuddled together in her as bed as he talked to fellow hunter Bobby Singer.
"I can't do it any more Singer, I'm out..."
"Yes I know the thing that killed Mary is still out there but I trust you to kill it and get my revenge for her..."
"Deana almost died. It was touch and go..."
"I know hunters don't get to just walk away, I'll ward the house. I'll do what I have to do to keep them safe..."
"She almost died Bobby. This isn't what Mary would have wanted. This isn't what either of us wanted. She's only 8, she shouldn't have been there to begin with. Deana and Sam, they're all I have left of Mary. I can't lose them too. I just can't..."
"She wouldn't want this..."
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A/N okee dokee, I've pulled the trigger on another one and it seems I'm on a Deans a chick roll. I have no medical training and any description of the head injury comes from personal but limited experience. If I have anything wrong, please forgive me but I guess thats one of the joys of Fan Fiction, not every thing had to be 100% accurate. Did you like it? Let me know.