Chapter 4: Broken
Katie's eyes fluttered half way open. She felt weight less, uh duh, she was being carried. Carried by nice strong arms and by someone who smelled really, really good, her head resting on a nice hard chest. She looked up a little to see who she was being carried by. Dean. She smiled to herself, Never would've guessed that one. He looked down and saw she had her eyes open.
"Hey Kate, how you feeling?" he asked in a gentle voice, really surprising Katie
"Sleepy," she replied anyway with a yawn
"Go back to bed, I'll settle you in."
She nodded, "Just don't take off my clothes."
Dean shook his head with a chuckle and Sam opened the door to the motel room. Dean entered and gently laid Katie down on his bed. Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Uh, dude, you aren't sleeping in my bed. So either put her in my bed because I don't mind or sleep on the floor."
Dean rolled his eyes, "You aren't the only guy who can sleep in the same bed with a girl without thinking of doing anything kinky."
Sam shook his head, "I just mean that you don't like Katie and I don't want to wake up to find one of you dead."
"Why do you think I don't like Katie?"
"Uh, only because you and her are always fighting or something."
This time Dean shook his head causing Sam to roll his eyes. Katie murmured something in her sleep. The boys looked in her direction. She started to spaz out. Dean and Sam ran to her side. Thankfully she was on a bed; the only thing they could do was hold her down. She then started coughing; soon blood was spurting out of her mouth and onto the pillow.
"Sam, hold her down. I'm calling an ambulance," Dean jumped up and ran to the phone but as soon as his finger was hovering over the last one Katie stopped everything
She was lying still, motionless and it scared him. He replaced the phone and quickly walked to her side. He and Sam noticed she was deadly pale. Sam's face turned to worry.
"Dean, she's cold."
"Damnit! Check her pulse!" and Sam did as he was told
He nodded, "But it doesn't feel like much. We need to get to a hospital."
Dean wasted no more time, he scooped her up n his arms and rushed out of the apartment with Sam in tow.
"Open the car Sam!" and again he did was he was told
Dean gently but quickly lied Katie down in the back seat and shut the door. Sam got into his own seat while Dean did the same. Dean sped down the road and finally spotted a hospital. They both rushed into the hospital with Katie in Dean's arms once again. A doctor and a few paramedics quickly ran to them at the sight of the pale, bloody shirted girl.
"What happened?" the doctor asked as the paramedics placed her on the gurney
"She had a seizure or something then started coughing up blood."
The man shouted orders while they rushed her to the emergency room. As they approached the doors a nurse old the boys to stay out there. Dean freaked out.
"No, let me go! You don't understand! Damnit," Dean yelled and sank into the nearby chair
Sam nearly died when he heard the frantic whispers coming from Katie.
"Sam, Dean help," she kept saying over and over again until they disappeared behind the double doors
Sam felt tears streaming down his face and he sat next to his brother. Soon a nurse came rushing out.
"Which one of you is Sammy!" the nurse asked quickly
"Me," Sam said
"We need you in here; she keeps saying 'Sammy!' and she won't calm down."
Sam looked at Dean who was looking at him curiously. Sam then ran into the room with the nurse.
"What a bitch," was all Dean said but continued to worry
It was natural of course to worry about her. Why would she ask for Sam? Why Sam? Why not him? Dean shook his head and decided to be a jealous jerk later. Now, he'll be the worried jerk.
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Sam entered the room and stood near Katie. She was still deadly pale and her hair was strung out all over the table. She looked at him and smiled. Stopping thrashing on the table she reached for his hand and held it tight.
"Hey Kate, I'm here so be a good girl for the doctors. Let them help you get better alright? I'm right here," he said in his natural calming voice
She nodded and closed her eyes. The nurse replaced her oxygen mask and the doctor got to work. Sam had to stare directly at her face and not at what they were doing.
"Alright, she's good. Lets get her into recovery," she said patting Sam's shoulder
Sam turned to face her and nodded. He let go of Katie's hand but she didn't react.
"Katie?"
The doctor turned around and frowned. She took a tool from the tray and gently poked Katie: no reaction. Her frown deepened.
"Oh, no. I hope this is a medical induced coma. I need her vital stats right now!"
A nurse rushed into the room but soon rushed back in a file in hand. She handed it to the doctor and she looked in it. She shook her head.
"Nothing we gave her should have caused this." She now turned to Sam.
"Was she on drugs?"
"No!"
"I mean it, I need to know if she's clean."
"She's clean, I promise."
She frowned again, "Has she drunk any alcohol in the last twenty four hours?"
"Not that I know of."
She sighed, "Alright, get her up to recovery. Maybe it was medically induced but we'll check into it further. Right now we need to go tell your friend out there what's going on."
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Dean was sitting beside Katie in her room. They had gotten her in stable condition but they still didn't know why this was happening. He was starting to think this is a magical coma. Hopefully not, because that is hard to break through.
"Come on Katie. Why do you have to be a stubborn jack ass at the wrong times?" He swept the hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear. "Isn't this supposed to be the other way around? You guiding or guarding me?"
Sam entered the room a cup of coffee in hand. He handed it to Dean who accepted it without taking his eyes off of Katie. Sam sighed deeply.
"Anything new?" he asked his little brother
"No," he said sighing again
All of a sudden the beeping of the machines went on the fritz. The beeping intensified so much that Sam had to cover his ears.
"Damnit! Sam go get a doctor!"
Sam rushed out of the room and soon returned with the same doctor from earlier. She shouted out orders once again. Then through the beeping Sam heard her. Katie, in his head?
"Sam, please help…"
He shook his head, "Katie?"
"Help…"
Dean was pushed to the far side of the room, closer to the wall next to the bed. Sam himself was getting pushed out of the room. Nothing was working. Dean then had an idea.
"Move!" he barked, "Get out of my way."
He pushed the doctors away from her and did the most surprising thing. He sat in the bed next to her. He sat up in the bed and pulled her in his lap holding her tight.
"Come on Katie. I'm right here calm down," he whispered in her ear kissing her hair
Surprising the doctors: the beeping slowed until it was regular.
"That's my girl, good job Kate." Dean smiled against the back of her head and kissed her again, "Good job, thank you."
They all looked at him oddly and he said, "What are you looking at?"
They shook their head and walked out of the room. The doctor resided, she held out her hand, "I'm Dr. Reynolds, and you are?"
"Dean, Dean Jameson," he was so close to saying Dean Winchester when he rembered he was technically dead, well to the records
"Oh, so are you her fiancé, husband or blood relative?"
"Excuse me?" he asked his eyebrow raising
"It says right here, her name is Katie Jameson. So who are you?"
"Her um," he smiled, this would kill her, "I'm her fiancé. Yeah, this is my girl."
Dr. Reynolds smiled and nodded her head, "Well, thank you Mr. Jameson."
He nodded, "Welcome."
She exited the room and Sam re-entered. He laughed at the site.
"What did you do?"
"I did the same thing I would've done if you were in this situation."
"Oh so you treated her like your little sister."
"No, she's my fiancé."
Sam cocked his head, "What did you just say?"
"I said my last name was Jameson and cha ching: her last name was Jameson! So I said she was my fiancé."
Sam shook his head, "You are so bad, and Kate is going to kill you."
Dean laughed, "I know: that's why I did it."
Sam shook his head yet again, "Dumb ass. I'm so tired!"
"Take a nap; I'll take care of my future wifey."
Sam laughed now, "Night."
"Night Sammy."
His attention turned to the door as it opened slowly, "Dad?"
Katie: I hate you
Dean: Yeah, what's up with trying to kill the love of my life?
Katie: Eww Dean (shoves away Dean's attempted kiss)
Sam: (laughs)
Bianca: It's so not my fault. The readers need some drama!
Sam: Hey, who do you think said 'Dad?' at the end?
Dean: Reece
Katie: (grins evilly) I know the answer. Dean and Sam look at Katie. Bianca told me.
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