Hey guys, here is a little chapter featuring a guest appearance from a certain blue eyed stranger.
Back in the hospital room, Dean lay on his side, his mind remaining on his little sister. An expression of misery was painted on his face. John entered the room with the doctor and nurse.
"Dean, they have the results from your tests and we need to go over them now," said John, before turning to his younger son. "Sammy, maybe you should go home with Bobby."
Sam instantly looked to his brother with concern.
"No, Dad, I'm not going anywhere," declared the young teenager. "I need to stay here."
The weary father grabbed his younger son's arm, more aggressively than he meant, causing the youth to let out a small gasp.
"I'm sorry, but I want ya to leave and that's an order," stated John, trying to reason with his son.
Like his baby sister, Sam would do anything for his big brother, and would never let anything bad happen to him. Not while he was around that is.
"No! I'm staying with Dean and you can't make me leave!" shouted a defiant Sam, only to be confronted by the doctor.
Sam lowered his head, feeling his cheeks burn with utter anger and outrage. He was thirteen years old, and he was being treated as if he was Chrissie's age.
"Kid, I think your father is right," said the doctor. "You've been here all night, so it might be best to get some rest at home."
Sam was stunned and needed assurance from his sick brother, who had remained quiet. The 13 year old returned his gaze to his father, before storming out the room and down the corridor, his anger levels rising to a high degree. The younger teenager was getting more irritated with his father's attitude to everything these days.
Dean wasn't even listening when the doctor explained the causes and effects of appendicitis, and the recovery process. He hated hospitals, as it revolved around him being trapped within a environment filled with the sick or dying. Plus, it was boring as hell in his mind.
Several moments later, John returned, after having conversation with the doctor outside. John sat down at his ill son's bedside.
"Dean, we need to talk about things" he mumbled, aware of the mood clouding over the youth's mind.
The teenager refused to answer him. The seventeen year old was very aware that Chrissie would be crying an sea of tears and breaking her little heart because of him. It was all that he could think about.
Two days later, and Chrissie was still in a very sombre mood. Regardless of having Sam and Bobby for company, she missed her eldest brother dearly.
The little girl sat on her bed, drawing pictures with her colored pens and pencils. Goober was leaning on the pillow, his black buttoned eyes stared out blankly into space.
"It's not the same around here without Dean," she sighed, scribbling in part of her ninth drawing with a blue pencil. "I love Sammy and Uncle Bobby, but there just not the same. You know what I'm saying, don't ya Goober."
Chrissie glanced at her patch-work teddy bear, and let out a cute and heavy sigh.
"This picture is the best one yet," she added, holding up her finished drawing of the Impala and the Golden Gate Bridge. "Remember when we droved over the Goldie Gate Bridge in Sandy Francisco. Well, I've drawed the Impala going over the Goldie Gate Bridge, but I then drawed huge wings on her. Now the Impala can be friends and fly with Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Sammy says that the Chinese people keep dragons in Sandy Francisco, and they let them out on their special New Year. Next time, Goober, when we're in Sandy Francisco, we're gonna catch a dragon."
There was a sudden chill in the room, followed by an mysterious fluttering sound. Chrissie smiled at this, and gazed up to see that her imaginary friend Cassie has appeared.
"Hello Cassie," she said. "Have you come to visit again? Oh, I know, you can come with me and Goober to catch dragons in Sandy Francisco. We would have to tell Sammy and Uncle Bobby first, before we go."
The man cocked his head at the child, confusion being expressed in his wise blue eyes.
"Uh, I've never been aware of a multiple dragon infestation in San Francisco?" he stated. "Are you sure this is a valuable source of information? Or is it just false?"
Puzzled by her friend's choice of big words, Chrissie just shrugged and placed down her pencils and pens. She had been drawing pictures for over an hour and a half.
"You miss your brother, don't you?" questioned Cassie, in which he rewarded with a nod from the child. "I assure you one thing, my child, is that my own brothers and I are looking out for him."
It was Chrissie's turn to tilt her head in bemusement.
"You got brothers too? How many?" she asked.
Cassie dusted off non existing material from the lapels of his tan trench coat.
"Too many to count," he replied. "I have thousands of brothers and sisters. Those details should be of no importance to you, my child."
Chrissie sniffed, and twitched her nose.
"You look tired, little one," added Cassie. "It is time for you to take some rest. I will watch over you."
Even though it was only one o'clock in the afternoon, Chrissie had been up most of the night crying for her eldest brother, causing her to be exhausted the following day. If given the option, Chrissie would never turn down an afternoon nap anyway.
After clearing up her drawings, pens and pencils, Chrissie crawls underneath her bed sheets with her teddy bear in her arms. She is still wearing her green Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles t-shirt, and denim overalls.
"You still wanna come to Sandy Francisco with Goober and me, to catch the dragons?" asked the five year old. "You got wings Cassie, so we can all fly there together. I'm gonna catch a big red dragon, and I'm gonna call it Chilli, because chillies are red. Goober said his dragon is gonna be called Brian, because he likes the name Brian."
The trench coated man simply blinked at the child, unable to understand her active imagination. A tiny flicker of a smile tugged on the corners of the man's mouth, which was an unusual emotion to him.
"Rest now, little one," he stated, gazing down at her. "You can worry about dragons and chilli another day."
Within several minutes, the little girl was sound asleep, finally resting with her two best friends at her side. Friends, which were both imaginary creations within the mind of a lonely five year old girl.
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