Soul Survivors
By
Valtira
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Sam or Dean Winchester, like everyone else I wish I did.
Sorry its been so slow, I wrote this to help define my characters and lay the groundwork. It will get better. I hope! LOL
Chapter 5 Emergency Room
Dean parked the car and sat staring at the emergency room entrance for several minutes. Opening the glove compartment he fished through the fake identification badges. Finding what he needed he slipped the plastic card into the front pocket of his wallet. Taking a deep breath he opened the door and walked into the hospital. This was what he lived for. A rush of adrenalin pumped through his system as he fell into character.
The emergency room was a riotous mass of chaos, it looked like every cop in the city was milling around in the small room. Standing apart from the rest of the noisy crowd a tall young woman probably in her mid twenties dressed in a white uniform stood peering through the window into the trauma room where Melinda had been taken. Tears streaked down her face. Moving closer he saw what was probably the sheriff step up beside her. Fear was written clearly in her gray eyes as she looked up.
"I'm sorry about your Sister Christy, how is she doing?"
"They won't tell me," she sniffled swiping at the tears. "Why would anyone do this sheriff, Melinda's a good kid."
"I know Christy and we'll find whoever did this."
Neither of them said it, but they were both thinking the same thing. Seven other teenagers had been hurt two were dead and whoever had done it had eluded the sheriff and his men yet again. There was no evidence to connect the car accident to the other kids but the Sheriff had a hunch, everything was connected. He just couldn't find the connection. He tried to console the grieving Christy, but they both knew unless some miracle occurred they weren't going find the perp that did this.
"I'll be posting a man in her room Christy, and one will be standing outside the door. We won't let anything happen to her. I promise."
"Thanks Mike, that means a lot to me." Leaning forward she rested her head against his chest needing to feel the warmth and be close to someone.
Mike was only a few years older than Christy and had been in love with her forever it seemed. He was handsome enough, but Christy had always seemed above his touch and he had never worked up the nerve to ask her out.
They were friends. He hated that word, he wanted more than friendship from Christy!
Taking a big chance he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. She didn't resist but seemed to snuggle closer.
Mike sighed. "Hey Sheriff," they both heard someone call.
Breaking apart, she heard him groan and chuckled.
"Great timing," he muttered darkly.
She smiled through the tears and blushed as his finger reached up to brush a tear from her cheek. Neither said a word as he walked away, but Christy realized suddenly that she had liked being in his arms.
Dean waited only long enough for the sheriff to get out of sight before moving in.
Christy's eyes went wide as he stepped in beside her.
"Christy, how's your sister doing?"
"Do I know you," she asked cautiously looking around for Mike.
"I'm sorry," Dean whispered automatically. "I'm Dean T Magnum, I'm a private investigator."
"Magnum - Private Investigator, your joking Christy repeated?.
Dean winced, "My mom was a big fan, I just had the bad luck to be born during her Magnum P.I. infatuation period."
Christy eyed his critically. He looked a little young to be a private investigator. "What is a private investigator doing here?"
"I was hired by the Erickson's to find out what happened to their son."
"Oh," she muttered quickly. "Joe was a good kid, I liked him."
"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"
"No, I'll help any way I can if it will find out who did this?'
"Do you know of anyone who might want to harm your sister?"
"No, no one, Melinda was well liked at school. She has a lot of friends. She liked everyone and everyone liked her. That's what makes this so scary, Joe was the same. He played varsity football, was the captain of the team, he even did some charity work down at the homeless shelter."
"Could someone have been jealous of them?"
"I suppose so, but I never heard anything about it."
"Do you happen to know who else was nominated for the homecoming king and queen this year?"
"Oh," she whispered quickly understanding where he was headed.
"There were a couple of girls, Vanessa Clarke and Sherry Roberts. As for the guys I think it was Matt Sherman and David Dwyer. They would never had done this, their might have been a rivalry yes, but this?"
"You never know what's in another person's mind ma'am," Dean answered slowly.
Mike finished his conversation and turned to find Christy, only to see a tall stranger standing beside her. His eyes narrowed a stab of jealously coursed through him.
Unaware of the sapphire eyes upon him Dean continued.
"Could I ask a huge favor Christy?"
"Sure, anything, if it will help find the maniac responsible for this."
"Will you let me see your sister's room; it might yield some kind of clue?"
Christy hesitated, she didn't know this man, but from the determined look in his eyes she somehow instinctively knew she could trust him.
"If you think it will help," she replied slowly.
Before Dean could reply a white coated doctor came around the corner. "Miss Thompson," he questioned.
"Yes," she whispered quickly.
"I hate to ask, but has your sister ever done drugs?"
"No," Christy answered vehemently, "Never."
His voice held a world of frustration as he spoke, "Your sister is battered and bruised but nothing is broken."
"Is she awake, can I talk to her," Christy asked?
"That's the problem Miss Thompson, your sister has lapsed into a coma."
"Just like the others," Christy sobbed quietly.
"I'm afraid so," the doctor answered. "We're moving her up to CCU, but unless we can find the cause I don't know what more we can do. "You can visit her in about 30 minutes just let the staff get her settled."
Christy couldn't believe this was happening. At twenty five, Christy was eight years older than Melinda. Christy had grown up quickly when their parents had died seven years earlier. Melinda had been eleven at the time, but Christy had done her best to fill their shoes and Melinda had recovered quickly from the grief that had nearly overwhelmed her. Why this, why now, Christy wailed silently.
Not knowing where else to turn as the tears quickly filled her eyes Christy turned and hugged the person closest to her. That happened to be Dean. His panicky look was comical – he didn't do emotional, but he didn't pull away either. Sighing Dean awkwardly patted her back and mumbled words he hoped were comforting. He wasn't very good with this emotional shit. Give him a gun or a knife, some ghost or vampire to vanquish and he was in heaven. This, this scared the crap out him.
Sapphire eyes watched, wishing it had been him standing close when the doctor finally gave her the news. Resigned Mike started to walk away. Glancing over his shoulder he finally saw the panic on Dean's face.
Dean caught the sheriff's eye and silently mumbled the word help and pointed to the sobbing Christy in his arms.
Mike was driven to laughter, but quickly stifled it as he crossed the short distance to Dean's side. Mike's hand gently touched her cheek.
Christy looked up her eyes wide and overflowing with tears. "Mike," she cried. Letting loose of Dean Christy practically threw herself into the sheriff's arms.
Suddenly realizing what he had given up, Dean scowled.
Mike smiled over Christy's head and winked knowingly.
Tucking her beneath his arm Mike whispered soothingly, "Come, let's get you a cup of coffee then we can go up and see Melinda."
"Ok," Christy replied on a hiccup.
After taking two steps Christy suddenly stopped and turned back to Dean. "Yes," she told him quickly, "What you asked earlier, I mean, the answer is yes." Rifling through her purse she pulled out a card and wrote her address and phone number down. Call me later tonight. I'm free tomorrow, it's my day off."
Dean took the card but Christy held on tight for a few seconds, he eyes pleading with him to find the cause and bring her sister back to her.
Dean smiled. His confidence in his abilities was manifested in his stance.
Christy knew hope, maybe it was desperation, but there was something about this man standing so boldly confident before her. If anyone could find out what was stalking their town, this man could.
Dean watched them walk away deep in thought about what their next move might be when a hand was clamped over his shoulder.
TBC
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