Chapter 3: The Scare
As soon as I got out of the drive way I got out my phone and called Dean.
"Annie! Where are you?" He said urgently.
"I was already in the house when I got your messages, the thing hit Gabi. She is barely conscious, it locked us in and I had to bust open a window to get us out but we are ok." I said.
"Where are you?" He asked.
"Umm, driving out of the neighborhood, I'm about to turn onto the main road." I told him.
"Ok, meet us at the diner on Rigby Street." He told me.
"K, I'll be there soon." I said. We hung up and I sped to the diner.
As soon as I pulled up I saw them standing outside by the car. When I got out of Annie's Jeep, Dean ran over and pulled me close to him.
"Thank god…" He said.
"How's Gabi?" Sam asked.
"Umm, a little out of it. She keeps coming in and out of consciousness." I told him.
"That spirit isn't just dumb, but it is mean and determined." Dean said. "I was getting ready to take a shower and it tried to crash the glass door on me. I heard it squeaking and I got out, about three seconds later I heard it shatter."
"Yea, and I was in the kitchen and all of a sudden the toaster decides to fly at my head, so do a couple of knives." Sam told me.
"Oh my God, are you guys all right?" I asked, full of concern.
"Yea we are fine, but we just need to find a way to get rid of this thing. First thing to do would be finding out who it is." Dean said. Suddenly a thought came to my mind. I grabbed Dean's wrist and looked at his watch and my breath caught in my throat.
"We have to go back." I told him.
"What? Are you insane, we don't have any kind of plan yet, we could get killed!" Dean said seriously.
"It's almost two! My dad is going to be there soon! We have to get him!" I said fearfully.
"You two stay here, I'll go get him." Dean said.
"What?" Sam and I said in unison.
"I'm not letting you two get hurt." He said.
"Well we aren't letting you go alone." I said.
"Really Dean, you just called Annie crazy for saying we had to go back and now you are saying that you have to go alone? Who's crazy now?" Sam said.
"Plus, my dad is going to think you are some kind of robber, the house is torn apart and with you being the only one there he might call the cops." I told him.
"Fine, Annie, you can come but you aren't going into the house. Sam, stay with Gabi." He said.
I got in the car and we sped back to my house.
My dad's car was already there, and all of the lights were off.
"This doesn't look good." I said. Dean parked the car, went to the trunk and grabbed some stuff we might need.
"I'm not letting you go in alone." I said.
"Well I'm not letting you go in period." He said. I rolled my eyes, grabbed a hand gun full of rock salt and went to the window.
"Annie what the hell do you think you are doing! I told you I wasn't going to let you go in there!" He yelled.
"And I told you I wasn't letting you go in alone! My dad is in there Dean! I have to go!" I screamed before climbing through the window.
"Annie…" He said following me in. I turned on my flashlight, and looked around. The house was in worse shape then it was before we left.
"Annie, be careful." Dean said.
"Shh…" I told him. I heard water dripping. He heard it to. "Upstairs." I mouthed. We quickly walked up the stairs and into the main bathroom.
"Daddy?" I whispered. But there was so answer. The shower curtain was closed; I reached over and yanked it open. The faucet was dripping.
I rolled my eyes and walked out of the bathroom. Then a thought came to my mind.
If my dad heard anything, or thought something was in the house, he would go straight to his gun cabinet. I quickly rushed into his room and found him lying on the ground with blood running from his head.
I gasped and ran over to him.
"Daddy? Can you hear me?" I said. He didn't say anything. I checked for a pulse, there was one, but barely.
"Dean, we have to get him to the hospital now." I said with tears in my eyes. He came down to my side.
"K, we are going to get him out ok?" He said reassuringly. I nodded. Dean tried to pick him up about three different times before he got it. I helped him down the stairs and into the car. We got to the hospital, where we met Sam and a recently awoken Gabi.
They admitted my dad and we sat in the waiting room, trying to find something about this spirit on the laptop.
"Miss Delacour?" The doctor said when he came out. I quickly stood up and walked over to him.
"He lost a lot of blood, and was beaten pretty hard. He has a few broken bones and a major concussion. And considering the brain tumor he already had, it is almost needless to say that he isn't in the best shape." He told me.
"Wait… brain tumor?" I asked shocked.
"Yes, it has been forming for the past year. He just told us to give him the medicine but he didn't want treatment necessarily. He just wanted to live a normal life, did he not tell you?" The doctor asked.
"No, he didn't." I said. "But is he going to be all right? I mean after this?" I asked. The doctor sighed.
"He is in a coma right now. We don't know if he will wake up, and if he doesn't, we need to know as soon as possible what you want us to do." He said.
I stopped breathing for a minute.
"I can't do this right now." I told him.
"I understand, but if you do come to a decision let us know." He said before walking away. I stood there in disbelief. I felt Dean's hands place themselves on my shoulders.
"I kind of over heard." He whispered to me. I didn't necessarily start to cry, but I let the tears fall down my face with out making a sound.
"Have you found anything on the spirit?" I asked blankly.
"Annie, listen I know that…" But I cut him off.
"I asked you a question. I would like an answer not a pep talk." I said coldly. I heard him sigh.
"We don't know, we need your help on something." He told me.
"Ok, what is it?" I asked as I turned around to face him.
I knew how I looked, there was no life coming out of me. It was all cold.
And the way Dean looked at me made me want to break down into his arms. He really cared. I could see everything that he wanted to do through his eyes. He wanted to hold me, and tell me everything would be all right. But he wasn't, he was giving me space. And I couldn't be more grateful for that.