Break the habit of a life time Part 5

Maggie sat in silence, staring at the wall of the long corridor that lead to the OR. She heard distant squelching footsteps coming towards her. She looked to her left and saw Lola coming towards her; hair curls had become flattened from the cold rain that had started when they pulled into the hospital. Maggie gave a small smile then looked down to the floor. She looked at Lola's black Van's with white laces, as she stopped in front of her. Maggie moved her eyes up, taking in her savior's appearance. Her black jeans clung to her legs and black top was partly dry in places from were she had her jacket on, her sleeves were bone dry and a slightly lighter colour than the sopping wet front.

"I spoke to the police, I said that it was in self defense. I explained that your brother had been attacked a few hours before and we suspect it was him." Lola informed tying her dripping wet locks into a high bun.

"I'm sorry about before". Maggie apologized.

"I didn't me to be such…"

"A bitch." Lola joked.

"Yeah." Maggie laughed.

Maggie swung her feet round to face Lola and held out her hand.

"I'm Maggie".

"Lola". The girls shook each other's hands and with a laugh.

"So I hear you're a hunter". Maggie enquired.

"Yeah, have been for a few years now. I met Sam and Dean during a job in Oregon."

"Sam said you saved their butts". Maggie replied with a smile.

"Yeah I guess I did." Lola laughed.

"So how do you know the Winchester boys?"

Maggie sighed, thinking of a way to shorten a very long and complicated story.

"Their Dad and my Mom were an item for a while and, lets just say Dean wasn't to happy to hear that I was a result of that night".

"Ah". Lola nodded,

Maggie continued:

"Sam's been great about it but Dean won't even acknowledge that I'm there half the time."

"Yeah…that sounds like those two." Lola sighed.

"And now with this thing with Sam, he's going to blame me."

"No, he won't. I'll see to it that he doesn't."

Maggie smiled as Lola placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder,

"Thanks…God…what am I gonna tell him?"

"I'll tell him. It's why I came to the hotel anyway. He's awake."

Lola could tell from Maggie's expression that she was hesitant to return to Dean's room,

"Look. You wait here, I'll go deal with Dean."

"I can see what Dean sees in you." Maggie admitted as Lola turned away. As Lola retreated down the corridor, her face was laced with skepticism,

"Sure…" She muttered under her breath.

When Lola got to Dean's room, he was sitting up in the bed flinching as he prodded at the cuts on his head.

"Am I going to have to get you a cone"? Lola joked, leaning on the doorframe her arms folded.

"Have you come to give me my sponge bath?" Dean replied, his voice still slightly raspy he tried to laugh but made himself cough, he closed his eyes in pain.

"Easy tiger." Lola replied trying to make a joke of the situation, trying to hide her concern. She held Dean sit forward, she held out a cardboard bowl as Dean's sputter became bloody. Lola cringed looking, swallowing back tears.

Clearing his through, Dean raised his head and exhausted he slumped back onto the pillow.

"Where's Sammy? I thought you went to get him". Dean asked.

Lola licked her lips in awkwardness. She looked down and took Dean's hand.

"He's been shot Dean, by some guy named Gordon."

"What?" Dean pulled his hand away, frowning.

"He was after Sam and Maggie, something to do with them being tainted with Demon blood." Lola continued, but Dean had stopped listening from the words "Sam" and "shot".

He pulled himself up grunting in pain as he did so.

"Dean". Lola tried to stop Dean from tearing out his IV and hurting himself.

"Where is he?" Dean pulled the covers from his legs, but even that small movement took a great effort.

"Dean would you stop, your gonna hurt yourself."

"I don't care."

"Well I do!" Lola's statement made Dean stop his escape attempt.

"Now just wait here and I'll see if I can get a wheel chair and I'll take you to see him".

Dean reluctantly sat back in the bed.

"Thank you". Lola looked at him, wishing that she didn't care so much.

She turned and went out to the nurses' station.

"This is ridicules, I can walk." Dean complained as Lola wheeled him down to the Intensive Care Unit.

"Look, you've just had you're second blood transfusion Dean, you're not walking anywhere". Lola reasoned, pushing Dean back down into his seat. Dean let out a sigh of frustration.

"That and you've got your ass hanging out and no one wants to see that". Lola teased, leaning down to Dean's ear. Dean looked round, his eyes narrowed and he gave Lola a pout that would rival even Sam.

Lola looked away, puffing up out her cheeks, eyebrows raised she let out a puff of air.

"Why do you have to be so grouchy?"

"You'd be grouchy too if you had a tube were I have a tube right now". Dean replied, his eyebrows raised. He folded his arms, closing his flannel robe even tighter.

The jokes didn't last long as they answered the ICU. A feeling of dread filled Dean's face as Lola pushed the chair to Sam's bedside.

A large plastic tube followed from his mouth to a life support machine. The large accordion like apparatus clicked up and down in a rhythmic motion. Dean could barely stand to see his little brother like this.

Lola looked up at Maggie, who was standing at the other side of the bed. She nodded, silently asking if she was okay. Maggie smiled weakly. Dean just stared down at his brother's pale face.

"What did the doctors say?" Lola asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"They said he's stable but still in critical condition." Maggie replied.

"Were you there?" Dean finally spoke, but keeping his eyes fixed on Sam.

Maggie looked at Dean with a frown. "Yes, I was downstairs when I heard the shot".

"You left him alone?" Dean looked up at Maggie, a look of anger in his eyes.

"I went to cancel the room, I was only gone for a second." Maggie defended herself.

"What room? You shouldn't have left him alone". Dean was beginning to raise his voice.

"Dean". Lola stepped in, trying to clam him down.

"We should never have brought you with us." Dean continued his voice low but stern.

"Don't… don't you dare… don't you dare blame me for this." Maggie defended herself, her voice slightly raised.

"She's right Dean, if any one is to blame its that Gordon bastard." Lola interjected in Maggie's defense.

"Would you excuse me, I'd like a moment alone with my brother." Dean glanced back at Sam, not wanting to look at Lola or Maggie, hinting for them to leave. Lola and Maggie took the hint, they both sighed and left the room. Lola looked back over her shoulder and took one more look at Dean before turning down the corridor.

Will Dean ever accept Maggie...can he bare to see his brother die again?... chapter 6 awaits...