Hey guys, here is the long awaited update for the weeChris saga. Again, sorry for the long delay, college has been a real bitch and has made me feel kinda depressed.
Still, here is the new chapter! Also a shout out to the wonderful kissacazador for her help with this chapter! :)
Chrissie squeaked and raced out the room. The five year old was in a panic, as she bolted downstairs to find Bobby, but instead she collided with her father.
"Whoa baby girl, where's the fire?" John asked, kneeling down to his small daughter's level and gently placing his hands on her shaking shoulders.
Sam knew by instinct that something was very wrong, judging by his little sister's body language and tears.
"Dad, I think she's trying to say something" mentioned Sam, with a frown of concern.
The terrified five year old squeaked and pointed upstairs, before rushing over to Bobby and fiercely tugging at his arm with all her strength.
"What is it, darlin'?" asked Bobby.
Chrissie kept sobbing, and pointing up. Bobby looked at Sam, who shrugged in confusion. John leaned down to scoop her up.
"Where's Dean?" he questioned.
After the child mumbled incoherent words, John immediately handed her off to Bobby and bolted up the stairs with Sam in tow.
"He's sick again, he spat out red paint," wept the little girl. "He musta eaten paint and that's why he's sick."
Bobby tried his best to console the small child in his arms, but it was a difficult task to calm her down.
"Shhh, little darlin'. He'll be fine," said Bobby, knowing full well Dean was probably real sick. "Lets get ya some water for your hiccups."
With scarlet red and tear stained cheeks, Chrissie gazed up at the aging hunter.
"Dean's sick…hick… I don't have...hick, " she answered, in between hiccupping.
John and Sam frantically entered the room, to find Dean passed out on the floor, blood dripping from his closed lips. John took his son, laid him flat on his back and checked for a pulse.
"Dammit!" he yelled. "Sammy, I think his appendix burst. We need to get him to the emergency room at the hospital, right now."
John then used all his strength to carry his seventeen year old son in his arms, whilst Sam rushed downstairs to find Bobby. What would they tell Chrissie? She was only going to get more upset. Bobby heard the stomping coming down the stairs and knew it wasn't good news, as Sam appeared in front of his face.
"Bobby, we're taking Dean to the hospital, right now," the younger teenager said, his tone laced with worry. "Don't worry Chrissie, we'll be back soon."
The little girl sitting on the living room couch took great offence to this statement. Something was wrong, and they were all hiding something from her.
"Hospital?!" squeaked Chrissie, clambering off the couch. "Oh no! You can't do that! No! Dean hates hospitals!"
The child then caught sight of her cherished hero in the arms of their father, and she let out a gasp of shock and fright, whilst placing her tiny hands to her mouth.
"Sammy, go start the Impala. Bobby get the front door, and call the hospital to say we're bringing in a possible appendix rupture, and tell them it's urgent" ordered John, and everyone ventured to their emergency tasks.
Chrissie tugged and pawed at her father's leg, as if she was a puppy wanting to be noticed by her owner.
"Daddy, no hospital!" she shrieked in despair. "Dean would be super mad."
John gave his daughter a small smile, as he admired her protective and loyal nature.
"Baby, he'll be okay, I promise. Just stay with Uncle Bobby, and be my big brave girl" he said, his voice somewhat gentle.
Chrissie watched from the doorway, as her father carefully laid her sick brother in the backseat of the car.
"Sammy, get in the back with your brother!" John shouted, before he ran to the driver's side.
Within seconds, the Impala was speeding away and no longer in sight. Bobby gently pushed the little girl inside and closed the door, whilst on the phone with the hospital.
Chrissie looked very lost and very innocent, as she clutched onto her teddy bear, shivering in fright.
"Oh jeez, this is gonna be one long night," Bobby mumbled, grabbing a blanket and a pillow. "Let's make up a bed on the couch, so ya can rest up before yer Daddy and brothers get back."
Chrissie wandered over to the couch with her teddy bear, and then climbed up, to which she laid on her front with her head in her skinny arms.
It was hard for the gruff hunter to be affectionate with kids, especially females. Sam and Dean were pretty easy going when they were young children, but this little girl made Bobby's hardened heart melt.
Fifteen minutes later, Bobby discovered that the little girl was sound asleep, completely worn out with emotion.
He sighed with relief, and then grabbed a cold beer from the fridge. All he could do now was wait to hear from John or Sam. The hunter must have fallen asleep at the kitchen table, as in the early hours of the following morning, the phone ringing startled him awake.
It was Sam, explaining Dean came through the emergency surgery for a ruptured appendix, and was expected to make a full recovery. He also stated they would remain there until Dean was well enough.
After the phone call, the hunter gave a heavy sigh and rubbed his face with his hands. He then glanced over at the sleeping child on his old couch, a plaid blanket wrapped around her skinny frame.
"Well darlin', it looks like where in for a longer day" he mumbled, sitting in a nearby chair, his eyes ready to close.
They slept for the next several hours. When Bobby awaken, he quietly made his way over to the little girl on the couch. He rubbed her hair in an attempt to wake her up.
"Darlin', you hungry?" Bobby asked, as Chrissie stirred, to which both of her eyes blinked several time to open. "Good morning, sunshine."
Chrissie's dark brown hair made her look as if she had been struck by a bolt of lighting, resulting in an ultimate bed head style.
"Is Dean back?" she asked in a small and hopeful whisper, whilst rubbing her eyes with her small fists.
The child hugged her teddy bear to her chest, after giving the odd looking toy a kiss on it's button nose.
"Not yet, but he'll be back soon," Bobby replied. "The doctors fixed him up real good though."
Chrissie wiggled her toes, as she processed in her mind what was happening.
"Can I go and see him?" asked the five year old. "He needs me. It's my job to look after him and make sure he is safe. That's what little sisters do."
Bobby gently petted the child's crazy hair, knowing that his next statement would sting.
"No, not yet," he said, watching as tears filled the little girl's eyes once again. "We have to wait and see what happens first."
Distraught, Chrissie began to cry in Bobby's arms. She could never fully cope with separation from her family, especially her big brothers. Her brothers were her whole world, and without them she felt lost and stricken with despair.
In the hospital, John waited at his sleeping son's bedside. The teenager has lost all color in his face. John felt strong guilt, as it was him that triggered his son's stress and illness.
"How is he, Dad?" Sam quietly asked, walking back into the room after talking to Bobby.
John briefly gazed at Sam, before returning his focus towards his eldest son.
"He's stable, but doing better," replied John. "The doctor said Dean should make a full recovery, but will need to take better care of himself from now on."
Sam nodded in contemplation, whilst chewing the inside of his mouth. Stress had been effecting him too, resulting in a break out of angry red spots across his forehead and chin.
"Bobby said Chrissie is doing fine, but cried most of the night," said the thirteen year old, before taking a short pause. "Dad, what's gonna happen to all of us when Dean gets out of here? Chrissie has just settled down in a stable environment, and she is gonna be starting kindergarten at the end of summer. Is it wise to uproot us all again?"
John sighed and pulled out two chairs from against the wall, and then indicating his son to sit.
"Son, everything's extremely complicated, but I'm still the head of this family and I'll decide what is best. I will sit down and discuss all of this with Dean when he gets better," explained John. "I love all three of you very much and I'll do my best, for Dean, Chrissie and you."
A low grunt was soon heard, causing John and Sam to turn their heads to the older teenager. Both immediately went to his side.
"Sammy, go get the doctor" ordered John.
Sam ran out of the room, as John took a damp cloth to wipe the forehead of his eldest child.
"Dean, careful. You don't wanna pull out your IV" said John to his seventeen year old son.
The teenager moaned, whilst slowly opening his eyes. The smell of a particular disinfectant, and certain noises, gave away the identity of environment he was in. Dean mumbled curse words under his breath, as it dawned on him that he was trapped in a hospital bed.
"C-C-C-C-Chrissie" mumbled Dean, slightly coughing.
His bleary eyes attempted to gain some sort of focus, and to determine the location of his father's voice.
"Shhhhh," hushed John, leaning in with a small glass of water. "Have a few small sips of water."
The cold liquid gently slipped down Dean's parched throat, making him sigh with relief.
"C-C-Chrissie," the ill teenager croaked. "W-Where's t-the baby?"
The last thing he could remember was collapsing in pain, in front of his baby sister, which he knew would have given the poor little thing a terrible fright.
"Calm down, son," said an exhausted John, although more harshly than he intended. "She's fine; Bobby's looking after her."
Sam walked in with the doctor and a nurse, as John moved out of the way. The nurse examined the older teenager and checked every detail of his vitals.
"I'll be back later to talk to you about your health, and the changes you need to adjust to continue to be on the road to recovery" said the male doctor with raven black hair.
They left the room, as Dean looked ashamed.
"The b-baby?" he asked again. "Oh God, I s-scared the b-baby"
John was getting frustrated with his eldest once again. It was all this stress was making him ill.
"Dean, she's fine" John repeated, looking annoyed.
Sam saw that look, but held his tongue. He needed to focus on his brother's health and wellbeing.
"Hey man, you want me to call Chrissie?" asked Sam, with a small hopeful smile.
Dean sat up too quickly, causing him to wince in pain and clutch at his side.
"Call her? No," replied Dean, with a slight grimace of discomfort on his face. "I wanna see her."
John placed a hand on his eldest son's shoulder, and gently pushed him back down onto the hospital bed mattress.
"That's not gonna happen," responded John, handing his eldest son his phone. "Call her whenever you feel like it."
Sam wanted to say something since his father was making the situation unnecessarily stressful, and that was the very last thing his big brother needed.
"Dad, what's wrong with letting Bobby bring Chrissie to visit? I don't think we'll get in too much hassle," said Sam. "We'll let Chrissie say hello from the doorway. This way no one gets in trouble."
Dean had already snatched the phone, and was dialling Bobby's house number.
At Bobby's house, Chrissie was sitting in silence on the couch, hugging Goober close to her chest. Bobby heard the phone.
The older man answered it, and spent under a minute having a conversation with the sick teen on the other end of the phone line. He then pulled the phone away from his ear, as he gazed across at the child sitting on the couch.
"Hey, Darlin'," called Bobby, which gained the little girl's instant attention. "Dean's on the phone for ya"
Chrissie immediately leapt off the couch, and ran as fast as she could towards the phone, even squealing when it was handed to her.
"Dean!" squealed the little girl, becoming emotional with happiness and worry. "Where are you?"
Chrissie was thrilled to hear her big brother's voice again, as she had been up most of the night crying with worry.
"Hey sweetie, I'm in…," answered Dean, before he paused to catch his breath. "I'm in the hospital. S'okay, I'm better now."
The five year old pouted, and clutched onto Goober with her free arm for comfort.
"Nobody is telling me anything," stated the child. "I've been crying all day and all night for you. Goober is very sad too."
Chrissie could hear her brother let out a small sigh, followed by a dry cough. The child wanted to make sure her big brother was safe, as she thought the world of him.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I needed a small operation to make me better and to make the pain go away," Dean calmly stated, as his father was motioning to hurry up. "Baby, here's Sammy. He wants to speak with you too. I love you."
This statement reassured the tiny five year old, and made her smile with happiness. Sam was now in charge of the conversation over the telephone.
"Chrissie, you wanna come down to the hospital and see Dean?" asked the thirteen year old, which made Chrissie squeal with utter joy once again.
Chrissie bounced up and down, her bare feet gently slapping the wooden floor.
"Yeah! I would love too!" she replied, before craning her head over her shoulder when she heard Bobby clear his throat. "Oh, Uncle Bobby wants to speaks to you now."
There was a slight crackle on the other end of the phone line, but nothing could wipe the grin of the child's face. That is, until she heard the next statement.
"Sure thing, but remember when you get to the hospital with Uncle Bobby, you need to be quiet," Sam told her, in a soft tone. "We hafta to sneak you in. You gotta be real, real quiet, okay?"
Chrissie's nose wrinkled in confusion, and she cocked her head to the side like a puppy.
"Why?" asked the curious and bemused five year old.
Once again, her nose made a small tic. Whenever something puzzled her or caused her to contemplate, her nose would twitch.
"You gotta be a certain height to enter the patients' rooms, and you're too little," explained Sam, trying to make her understand. "I'll hold you up at the window, then you look in the room and say hi. I'm sorry, but that's all we can do until you get taller."
The smile disappeared from Chrissie's face, and was replaced by the all too familiar wobbling pout.
"So, I can't go in and give hugs?" she replied.
Tears began to fill her big green eyes, which were already red rimmed from tears she had spilled down her cheeks hours before.
"No, sorry," answered Sam, softly. "Plus, he can't have hugs for at least two more days. Can you be a big girl and just say hi from the door, it'll mean a lot to Dean if you could."
Chrissie shoved the phone into Bobby's hand, as she then ran away upstairs to her bedroom, with Goober under her arm. Several moments later, Bobby knocked on the child's bedroom door, and quietly entered the room.
"Darlin', we need to get ya cleaned up coz we'll be leaving for the hospital in a couple of hours" said the aging hunter.
He discovered the little girl crying into her patched up teddy bear, whilst curled up on her bed.
"Oh, Dean's gonna be just fine. He talked to you on the phone, didn't he?" said Bobby, as he sat down next to her. "He's better now, so lets get ready to go see him."
The little girl gently wept at the idea of being forbidden from having contact with her beloved brother.
"I wanna give hugs though," sniffled the little girl. "I love hugs"
Bobby gently petted the child's fluffy hair.
"Well, if ya promise not to tell anyone," whispered Bobby, as he leaned in closer. "I'll help ya sneak into Dean's room, but only for one quick hug, just one, okay?"
Bobby was almost winded, when the little girl tackled him into a fierce hug.
"Well, I take that as a yes," chuckled Bobby. "One hug and that's it. Show us all that you're a big girl. So, that means no crying, yelling or tackling."
Chrissie nodded her head, with several stray tears slithering down her cheeks.
"I'll try to be a big girl" replied the small child.
Back at the hospital, Sam departed to grab some food for himself. This gave John the chance to speak with his eldest. However the discussion about Dean's health, eventually turned into an argument regarding the motel ghost and Chrissie's traumatic infant ghost sickness. The argument quickly ended once Sam returned to the room. Dean didn't want to involve Sam in the argument.
Two hours later, John was standing outside his son's hospital room, when he saw Bobby walking down the hallway, with his little girl following close behind him.
"Daddy, I missed you!" declared Chrissie, running into her father's waiting arms.
John knelt down in front of his daughter and cupped her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. He gave her a warn, comforting smile, although John was aware of the wary look he was getting from Bobby.
"I wanna see Dean" said the five year old, her wavy hair tied up in two messy, lopsided pigtails.
John gave a slight chuckle, giving into to her adorable demands. Chrissie was wearing her best gingham dress, even though she hated wearing dresses, but she wanted to look smart for her father and brothers. Bobby had even helped her polish her old t-bar Mary-Jane shoes.
"C'mon, he's just down the hall" smiled John, as he carefully picked her up, whilst trying not to wrinkle her dress.
Chrissie felt a sudden chill zoom by her, causing her to shudder and wrinkle her nose in disgust, as if there was a bad smell.
"Hospitals are stinky, and very cold," remarked the little girl. "Why is Dean here?"
That was another innocent oddity about Chrissie, is that she would complain about the smell and temperature of any hospital that she visited. Everybody assumed that she was just hypersensitive about certain things.
"He got himself sick, but he's better now," answered John, stopping at his son's door. "Alright sweetheart, now you gotta understand that Dean's in bed and looking kinda bad, but he really is doing much better."
John opened slowly the door, as Sam appeared.
"Hey, Chrissie, you ready to see Dean now?" asked Sam, as his little sister was placed onto the ground.
The child nodded and took Sam's hand, who then lead her into the quiet room. On seeing her eldest brother laid up in a hospital bed, with an IV drip sticking into his arm, Chrissie let out a tiny gasp of horror as she let go of Sam's hand.
"Shhhh, he's resting, but he is just fine" whispered Sam.
Bobby knelt down at the youngest level, and gave her a gentle nudge towards Dean's bed.
"C'mon, I promised ya a quick hug" said the old hunter, giving the five year old girl an encouraging smile.
Chrissie wandered over to the bed and carefully climbed up. The sudden movement caused the eldest teenager to wake up.
"Hi, sweetheart," said Dean hoarsely, a sleepy smile on his face as he held his arms out for a hug. "C'mere."
A protective Chrissie wrapped her little arms loosely around him, trying to squeeze him. The five year old was very gentle and caring with her brother. She nestled into his good side and gazed up at him.
"I've missed you so much" stated the tiny girl, with tears filling her eyes once again.
Dean stroked his vulnerable baby sister's freckled cheek, as he looked down at her.
"Me too," said Dean, as he kissed the top of her head. "I love you, but no more crying over me. I'm recovering."
Chrissie cocked her head, as she gazed up at her big brother. The innocent expression on her face was just plain adorable.
"I was crying all day and night because I missed you so much" stated Chrissie. "I was frightened that nobody was taking care of you."
Dean's heart swelled with pride and admiration for his baby sister's strong sense of loyalty. He just hoped that their inseparable bond would never break or become damaged.
"I know it musta been confusing, sweetheart, but all is better now," said Dean, with a small smile. "You gotta stop crying and get a good night's sleep, so I can stop worrying about you."
The small child simply sighed, with a pout developing on her face.
"Uh oh, guys, the nurse is coming" said Sam, who had been standing watch.
Dean knew what was coming next, and he was dreading to see and hear his sister's reaction.
"I'll distract her, while Bobby takes the baby outta here" declared John as he joined Sam outside.
Dean prepared himself for the heartbreak that was coming up within the next few seconds. Chrissie gave him and Bobby a very confused expression.
"I'm so sorry, Darlin', but we gotta go now. The nurse is comin'. Say your goodbyes" mumbled Bobby, hating the fact that he was the one separating the siblings.
Chrissie's bright green eyes began to water, as they resembled a scolded puppy. The pout on her face began to tremble, as she brought her small fists to her eyes.
"Chrissie, I'll see you in a couple of days," said Dean. "Maybe you can draw me some more awesome pictures?"
Bobby reached his hand out to the little girl, while Sam was motioning them to hurry.
The older teenager's heart strings were being strained at the sight of his little sister's eyes filling up with tears. Dean slightly pushed Chrissie toward the older hunter and with a slight squeal, she was in Bobby's arms. Chrissie began to cry.
Sam slowly opened the door, after seeing his father had the nurse turned around, so she couldn't see the door.
"It's all clear, so immediately turn left and then no one will see you" said the thirteen year old.
Bobby nodded at the boys, whilst holding the youngest in his arms.
"Bye Bobby. I love you, Chrissie" whispered Dean, waving from his hospital bed.
The only answer Dean got from the five year old, was a very tearful expression. It hurt him so much to see her go.
Bobby put the heartbroken little girl down, once they entered the hospital lobby.
"Do you wanna get a snack or something before we go home?" asked the old hunter.
When Chrissie didn't reply, he patted her head and lead her to the exit doors with a loud sigh. Bobby knew one things, that he was gonna need a large supply of tissues for the next couple of days. At this rate, his home would become flooded with the tears of a child.
What kinda pictures do you think Chrissie should draw for the sick Dean? Funny? Cute? Dragons VS Dinosaurs? Cowboys VS Aliens?
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