A/N: More action on the way. Don't own, just borrowing. (TEAR) PS sorry for the wait. Got banned from the computer. Thought I'd also give two updates…cuz I'm nice.
SUPERNATURAL
THE SPEAR OF DESTINY
CHAPTER FIVE-Personal Swarm:
"Get me a unit of O-neg blood! Stat!" One cried as they examined her heart rate and blood pressure.
"BP is 170/60 and falling. Heart rate is rising. Hit her with two cc's of Hypodremanan!"
They wheeled the gurney to the emergency elevator and pushed her in, the brothers not far behind.
The heart monitor sped up before switching to a flat line and a continuous, droning beep.
"She's gone into V-fib! We need to intubate!"
"No! Please Jo! Don't leave me!" Dean cried as they applied gelatine lubrication to the paddles.
"Charge to one-fifty!" the rubbed the paddles together and placed hem on her chest. "Clear!"
As the shock raced through her body, her back arched of the bed, but the heart monitor remained at the same tone.
"Charging to one-eighty! Clear!" She arched again.
Dean gripped his brother's arm.
"Two-hundred. Clear!" The monitor beeped.
She was alive.
"We're back into sinus rhythm. Lets get her to surgery,"
The doors opened and they wheeled her off, leaving Dean to pace the waiting room, with bloody hands and Sam not to far behind.
"God Sammy," he said, sitting down after five minutes of pacing.
He didn't care that the chairs were uncomfortable. "We almost fucking lot her again,"
Sam sat next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "She's alright though…I mean, she pulled through.
Man, I know you're scared. I am too. But we need to have a little faith and believe she'll pull through.
She'll be okay Dean, you know Jo, she's as stubborn as you are!"
Dean allowed himself to be slightly comforted, but he couldn't help but feeling that this was the beginning of something. Something big…
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"John, you have to give this up! Take a look at your damn lungs!" The African-American doctor exclaimed, tapping the chest X-ray with a manicured finger.
Constantine shrugged. "I'm gonna die of something, may as well take the easy way out,"
The female doctor sighed. "Damn you Constantine, you stubborn ass!" she tutted as he lit another cigarette.
Suddenly a feeling of angst and anxiety washed over her.
It was a familiar feeling, and she hadn't had it for quite some time.
She muttered something unintelligible and rushed toward the door.
"Go home John. Throw them damn cancer sticks away and buy some extra." She said opening the door.
"Hey! Where you goin?" John inquired.
"None of your business boy! Go! Next time you're in here, it better be to thank me or so help me God, I'll give you something to worry about!" The woman disappeared.
"Jeez," John muttered, extinguishing the smoke before leaving.
The hospital was alive and bustling with activity as he exited, walking stridently towards the cab.
"Take me to Midnite's," he ordered, sliding into the backseat. "But stop at a gas station first, I'm almost out,"
Chas saluted and put the car into gear.
"Yes sir!" he said, pulling into the traffic.
Dean was pacing again.
It had been over three hours and they hadn't heard a thing from anyone.
Sam, confused; could feel a familiar tingling at the back of his mind, but he couldn't recall from where.
"Dean, sit down. You're gonna wear a frickin' hole in the floor."
The eldest did so.
"Bro," Sam said. "It's been over three hours. What if…you know?"
Dean shook his head. "No. Absolutely not." He refused to even think it.
"Oh boys! What have you gotten yourself into this time?" came a familiar voice.
Sam frowned. "Missouri?"
The black woman approached in a white lab coat.
"It's Dr. Smith, Sam," Missouri said with a surreptitious wink.
She took the brother's in her arms and as she did, a strong wave of grief and love washed over her.
One of them was in love.
She could feel that it wasn't a friendly love, or brotherly love.
It was a true deep love. The type the often lasted an eternity.
"Boys, What is it?"
Their minds were closed to her.
"Our friend…" Dean began. "My girlfriend, she's…"
"Oh dear, not the Harvelle girl?"
Dean looked at her quizzically. "How'd you know about Jo?"
"Son, do you forget who I am?"
Dean smiled sheepishly.
"Sir, family of Joanna Beth Harvelle?"
Sam turned to face the doctor who had just joined them.
"Yeah?"
"She's stable and the operation was a success. She's a strong lass, she's demanding to see you. Threatening all kinds of things," the doctor smirked.
"Atta girl," Dean muttered, following the quack.
They walked into a private room, where Jo was strapped to the bed.
"Dean, Sam! Tell these dickweeds to untie me! I'm not in a kinky mood right now!" She exclaimed, struggling weakly.
"We had to restrain her," The doctor began. "She would've busted her stitches otherwise."
Dean nodded as the doc consulted a clipboard.
"Okay, everything seems to be fine…I'll come back in half an hour." He turned and strolled from the room.
Dean approached the bed and un-strapped her.
"Hey sweetheart, how you feelin'?" Dean asked, brushing her hair from her face.
"It hurts…but I'll live,"
"You almost didn't Jo," Sam said, stepping forward thus revealing Missouri, who had been hiding unconsciously, behind the tall man.
"Who's that? Not a shrink, I hope,"
The black woman approached. "No honey. I'm Missouri Mosley, a friend of your boy's here,"
She touched the blonde's hand gently and flinched.
"Oh, you poor child! You've been through so much!"
Dean smirked at Jo's bewilderment.
Missouri shot the eldest boy a death glare. "Boy, you call me a crazy old bat one more time, I'm gonna find something heavy and box your ears in with it!"
Sam snorted and Jo's eyes widened.
"Well, you know how Sammy's our resident Psychic wonder-boy? Well…meet the wicked witch of the west. Be careful not to think to much when she's around,"
Missouri scowled and hit Dean across the back of the head, before turning back to Jo.
"Sleep child. We'll be here when you wake,"
"But I'm not ti—"
Missouri put her hand to the girl's forehead and she fell asleep instantly.
"Why the hell did you do that for?" Dean asked?
"We need to talk," she closed the door.
"What?" Sam asked.
"There is something in her,"
"Come again?"
"Its dormant, for now, but something is taking refuge in her body. It may only be dangerous to you, but there is a high chance that it could be deadly for her,"
"Well, do you know what it is?" Sam asked.
"I'm not sure, but… it's bad. What happened before you left Silent Hill?"
Dean didn't even bother asking.
"She got stabbed and nearly died. When she touched her sister this morning, it opened and she nearly died again.
Missouri lifted Jo's hospital gown and touched her abdomen lightly.
Grey tendrils crept over her smooth stomach, only dissipating as Missouri pulled her hand away.
"Oh dear…this isn't good," she muttered.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Joanna has been stabbed by the Spear of Destiny."
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"Damn it," John hissed as he walked out of the gas station and into the cold rain.
It hadn't been raining second ago.
Well…it hadn't been pouring, anyway.
Constantine sighed as the rain flattened his hair.
This is gonna be a long night…he said to himself as he pulled a small box of cigarettes from a sopping paper bag, which he promptly threw aside.
As he lit the smoke, while waiting to cross the street, an owl swooped low and past him.
John frowned. "What the—"
Owls didn't generally make themselves noticed in the middle of busy streets.
As the large bird disappeared, a crab scuttled by, clicking its claws ominously against the pavement.
The frowned deepened as he reached into his pocket, to retrieve something a friend had given him.
He was stopped instantly when a cloaked figure approached, a large hood drawn.
"Hey man," the suspicious figure rasped. "You gotta light?"
Yeah fucking right…
John pulled out a small box and the attack was instantaneous.
The figure was revealed to be a mass of critters, moulded together in human form.
They varied from large constricting snakes, to bees and locusts.
His own personal swarm.
The creature/s launched at him, covering him with stinging, biting, wrapping, slimy things, but John wasn't deterred.
Well, maybe just a little.
"You son of a bitch!" John cried, swatting and jumping about, and probably looking very much an idiot.
But he no longer cared.
He didn't want fucking crabs up his trouser leg.
Not when they wanted a piece of him.
And he couldn't bear to think the piece they'd take if they got the chance.
Then a realization hit him.
Every bug deserves a personal windscreen…
He mused to himself, eyeing the road determinedly.
He launched himself onto the tarmac, narrowly missing the truck himself, but he was certain the bugs got acquainted nicely.
Wary of the traffic, he stood and brushed himself nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened.
Chas wound down the window as he approached the cab.
"You cool John?"
"Yeah, great. Thanks for lending a hand by the way kid," John said sarcastically as he slid into the back of the vehicle. "But now, I really wanna go to Midnite's,"
There. Hope you enjoyed. Not exactly how it happened, but this is my story and its supernatural, so I changed it. Which means, you may have a slight inkling of what happens next…but you may be wrong…so please review to find out, and I'll try not to get busted being on the net when im not supposed to be next time!