Spencer and I sat in the waiting room of the hospital. They gave me some forms to fill out and I happily gave them to Spencer. I wasn't sure what they said but I guess Spencer didn't have to ask me any questions because he didn't seem to have any issues with the answers. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the smallish couch Spencer and I were sitting on.

"I feel fine now Spence."

"I don't care, we're not leaving the hospital until a doctor tells me your fine and prescribes some blood pressure medication." I rolled my eyes and could already feel another headache shoving its way into the front of my head. I took a deep breath and moved so my feet were bent up on the seat and laid down on Spencer's lap. "Are you in pain?"

"It's just a headache." I assured him.

"That's another symptom."

"I get them all the time, it's nothing to worry about."

"That just means this could have been going on for a lot longer then we realize." I rolled my eyes and did my best to get comfortable. It would be awhile until it was time to see anyone.

I'm not sure much time went past from when I went to sleep but it felt like only seconds later that Spencer was waking me up. It took me a second to sit up and wake up. "Addi." I had to blink a few times to fully wake up but in the time I was coming to the world he had me on my feet and was leading me to a nurse.

"Addison Winchester?" I nodded and we were led back into another room. This room had quiet a few beds that were evenly spread out around the room, each had a certain that could be pulled around for privacy. The nurse brought them to an empty one and it was then that I noticed that she held a clipboard. The second that I was on the bed she set the board down and grabbed the cuff that was supposed to check blood pressure.

I could tell by her face that she didn't like what the numbers read. She had me lay back on the bed and started asking questions. "How long has you're blood pressure been this high?" I glanced to Spencer and shrugged.

"I didn't even know it was abnormal until this afternoon when I was at the gynecologist." She nodded and wrote something down on the paper.

"Did you're doctor find anything else that might have caused this or has any correlation?"

"She said that my uterus was swollen but that was it." Spencer's hand was on my shoulder and it tightened at my words. "She took some blood and sent them to the lab to try and get some answers as to why."

"We're going to run our own tests, we can get results back a lot faster but for right now I'm going to grab the doctor on the floor and see what he wants to do." She smiled, "I'm sure everything is fine." She took the clipboard with her and disappeared.

"You didn't tell me about the swollen uterus." He said, moving to stand in front of me.

"I didn't have time, the second you asked about it you were rushing me to the hospital." I shrugged, "I'm sorry." He took a deep breath. "This is why you should come to the doctors with me, you understand and know the right questions to ask. I get lost. I can talk about almost everything else but anything medical falls on deaf ears. I don't have anything else to say about it." I crossed my arms over my chest. "How long do you think we're going to have to be here."

About four hours and a lot of tests later I was more then ready to go home. It was 11 o'clock at night and I was done with nurses and doctors. They put me on Iv fluids and had me take some blood pressure medication and I had hoped that would be it but apparently they had more tests they wanted to run. Spencer looked like he was ready to pass out himself and part of me wanted to tell him to get to sleep but the other part of me wanted him awake. As if they were reading my mind the doctor came over to us and pulled the curtain shut. He had a piece of paper in his hands as well as a worrisome face.

"So we got your blood work back and I've got some news." He paused as if for dramatic affect.

"Well, this isn't the Opera so…." He chuckled. Spencer hushed me and motioned for the doctor to continue.

"You're pregnant." I took a very deep breath and looked at Spencer who was still looking at the doctor. "Your HCG levels place you around 7 to 8 weeks but the only way to tell for sure is an ultrasound. We also found protean in your urine so that leads us to think preeclampsia." He began.

"If she's only 8 weeks then she shouldn't have hypertension. Even gestational hypertension happens in the second half of pregnancy. Preeclampsia isn't diagnosed until after the 20th week." Spencer started. "She hasn't had a history of high blood pressure in the past."

"That why I would like to schedule an ultrasound. The nurse is getting the paper work together to have you admitted and once you have a room we can do the ultrasound. For right now I'm going to switch your medication to a safer one for the baby and we're going to be keeping a very close eye on you." He then went onto assure me and other things but I turned him out. If he said anything important then Spencer would hear it.

The doctor left Spencer and I to ourselves. I didn't look at him, or at anything really. All I could think about were the nightmares that have plagued my dreams since I was a kid. Were they finally coming true? Is history going to repeat itself?

I know that son of a bitch is still out there. I can feel it like a dark cloud looming over me, plotting and waiting for the perfect moment to ruin my life again. I leaned back against the uncomfortable bed and closed my eyes. This day couldn't get any worse.

Spencer grabbed my hand and gripped onto it tightly. I let my head lull to the side and looked at him. "We'll figure it out." He said. "We always do."

"Spencer, this isn't you breaking my needles and pouring out my alcohol." I was whispering even though it felt like I was screaming at the top of my lungs. "This is a human, a living, breathing, feeling, and crying human that we are going to have to somehow keep alive for the next 18 years." I closed my eyes and sighed. "We're not ready for this." He didn't say anything but he didn't have to. Both of us knew where we were at.

I hate hospital rooms. They moved me onto the eighth floor and I was more then happy to get out of a room full of people but at the same time, I would so much rather be at home in our own bed. I don't think that will be happening anytime soon.

Spencer hadn't left my side as and the numbers on the clocked ticked by I knew that he was going to have to leave in the morning. It wouldn't look very good if he called out this early into the job. The nurse said that they were going to wait until the morning to do anything else. It was three in the morning before we were settled in and the lights were turned out.

"You should go home and get some sleep." I told him as a yawn escaped myself. "You have work in a few hours."

"I'm not going to work." He said. His tone told me that he was surprised that I would even bring up the idea of him leaving. "I'm going to call in tomorrow. You're health is far more important to me then work."

"We need the money, you haven't put me on the insurance yet. We're going to have to pay for all this out of pocket. Not to mention we are going to have a lot more doctors appointments after this. My heath isn't going to matter if we don't have a place to live." I sat up, any inkling of tiredness was far gone and replaced with my worrying voice.

"Addison, don't worry about it. Get some sleep. I'll take of it." I scoffed but was far to exhausted to do anything about it. He already made up his mind and he no doubt thought though every situation that could present himself and I trusted him enough that I knew we would be okay for the time being. I do think that my lack of fighting worried him slightly. I scooted over in the bed so I was pressed against the bar. "What are you doing?"

"Making room. If you're not going to go home then you're going to sleep with me." I said, turning onto my side that didn't have a needle in it.

"Addi-"

"Get in the fucking bed Spencer." The rest of the night was spent trying to get some sleep. I was trying really hard not to think about the monster that killed my mother and what all this meant to me. Don't get me wrong. I want a family, I really do….but I'm barely an adult and though I might argue that I never really had a chance to be a child; it doesn't mean that I'm ready for a baby myself.

Spencer was asleep the second his head hit the pillow and that's when I realized just how tired he was. The room was dark but the lack of light did nothing to drown out the sounds that were coming from outside the door. Not to mention they had me hooked up to several different monitors that made various different noises.

I couldn't for the life of me figure out what I was going to do. I always thought that me father and brother's would fine me eventually. Its not like I was really hiding anymore. If they were really looking for me, I wouldn't be all that hard to find. I thought about how they would react if they did fine me. I would no doubt be in a ton of shit. Dad would more then likely demand that I go back with him, I had a duty to the family.

That always made me feel guilty but at the same time I had a duty to myself. Even as a 13 year old I understood that the only way I would ever live past 20 that I would have get away from hunting. I don't really remember a time with them that I was happy. Not that it was their fault but the nightmares were worse then they are now, no one was taking the drugs away from me, in fact Dad didn't give a flying fuck about me drinking. Dean was busy being the good little soldier he is and Sam was caught up in school. I was left to my own devises with no supervision and its not like anyone ever asked me how I felt. No chick flick moments. Again, it was my fault that I was the way I was but at the same time someone should have been paying attention.

When I turned 13, yes my birth day. I woke up with every intention on ending my life. The nightmare had been the worse one, even to this day. I woke up to an empty motel room. Dad and Dean were off on a hunt and Sam had an early morning thing at school, I forget what. I got out of bed, grabbed a bottle of pills from the bottom of my bag and walked into the bathroom. 13 pills for 13 years.

As I pulled each one out more god awful thoughts weaved their way into my head. Each one giving a detailed explanation as to how each of the men in my family would be better off without me. Just as the first one was about to touch my lips the motel phone started ringing. Knowing that if there wasn't an answer then Sam would be back here very soon. Didn't matter if it was him himself on the phone or dad. I answered it and wasn't surprised to hear Dean's voice on the other end.

"What's up chicken little? Happy birthday." I could tell that he was in a good mood, meaning that they were more then likely on their way back.

"Thanks." My tone was more then emotionless but it didn't set him off. They were all used to hearing it and it didn't matter what they tried to do they couldn't get her to stop using it.

"We're going to be back in a few hours. What do ya say. We can go watch a movie, maybe get some pie?" I could tell he was trying, trying to lift my spirits but no matter how much I wanted to be happy I just couldn't. Something dark was looming over me, crushing my soul and shoving me farther into a very dark, very deep hole. It was almost like when the werewolf slashed into my stomach it tore more then just my body. It killed something deeper, something that no hospital had any hopes of mending.

"O-okay." The word broke in my throat, it was the first time Dean heard something other then numbness but it wasn't a comforting emotion. It was broken and, overall and empty. Not of emotion, but of hope.

"Addison." He said seriously. "Well be home in the next hour and a half." It was almost a warning. Telling me that I wouldn't have time to do anything crazy. "In fact, I'm going to have Sam come back. You can him can watch crappy Tv shows until then." I told him what he wanted to hear and we hung up. I stood there, right in front of the phone and burst into tears. I didn't want them to find me, dead or alive.

So I left.

Despite me wanting to get some sleep, I couldn't. Just when I would be close to drifting off something would shock me back awake. If it wasn't something from outside it was my own thoughts. Spencer didn't flinch no matter what happened. I glanced at the clock and it read 7:00 and Spencer was supposed to be there at 8. If he was going to call out, he needed to do it soon.

So, tell me what you guys think. I know that its a little, well a lot, similar to the original but things will start really changing sooner then ya'll think. I ask you to bare with me as I pick your brains.

Do you think Addison is correct in thinking that her mental issues when she was younger all on her? How bad do you think John screwed up with her?