Asleep
So this has been a hell of a long time in the making but at least I can say one thing...it's been less time since the last update for Twist the End. I am really sorry on that one but I really don't know what to do with the Season Seven storyline and that story's base.
I read through the whole of the first story and then what I had so far for this story...and I honestly couldn't remember my initial plan but I think (keyword being think) have a new idea that fits in. Maybe it's what I originally had, maybe it's not. I don't know yet but we'll just see if this works.
And the song for this chapter is by Emily Browning. It's off the Sucker Punch soundtrack. Certain parts go well with certain parts of the chapter and with different characters, sort of more following Carly sometimes but it fit...sort of.
Reviewer Response:
AuntMo – Sorry sweetie! This story is getting confusing but fear not, I do have things planned and there will be some answers in some of the least likely places.
Carver Edlund – First off, welcome to my story world lol. Thank you for the review.
The next day proved how chaotic having a kid could be.
Actually, the chaos started in the middle of the night. Even though Dean and Holly had a spare room and had it set up in time for Carly's bedtime, she still didn't sleep there. Honestly, neither of them really cared too much, realizing the little girl's need for closeness and comfort.
Breakfast was maddening when Carly was too upset to eat and every food they offered made her cry as she remembered her parents. Dean was the one who gave in and let her have cookies so that she at least ate something. Holly took Carly to work with her since she wasn't prepared to trust a neighbour to watch the child just yet. Dean promised he'd swing by at lunch time before he went off with Castiel to work while Meg joined the two girls in going in to help prep for the upcoming show.
"I can't believe all this happening...and right now too." Meg muttered. Holly sighed and nodded as she glanced over at Carly. The little girl was blowing up balloons with Christie, the assistant to both Meg and Holly as a team who was now dating Sam as well. Thankfully, she seemed to be enjoying herself so Holly felt a little better about the day. "So what are you going to do?"
"I don't know." Holly admitted. "What can I do? Everything is just so...messed up."
"No kidding." Meg agreed. She took a pin from the little cushion Holly held and stuck it through the fabric she was working on. "Not to mention we'll have to tell the guys soon about you know what."
"You really think right now is the time for that?" Holly asked. She shook her head and sat down. "I can't even begin to imagine what must be going through Dean, Cas and Sam's heads right now already, let alone toss in that little extra bit of stress."
"They'll find out soon enough once the belly comes." Meg pointed out. Holly just groaned and stuck out her tongue. Meg glanced at her friend's stomach than at her own, wondering about what will be happening in the coming days. "Okay...let's change the subject."
"To what? Funerals?" Holly asked. Meg sighed and stuck pins into a dress that needed last minute altering. "I don't know what to do anymore."
"Did you ever?" Meg asked. Holly just looked at her. "What happened to the girl I met a few months ago who rammed her foot up between her father's legs?"
"That girl...I don't know where that girl is." Holly admitted. "Something just doesn't seem right." Meg raised an eyebrow then frowned slightly. Holly rubbed her forehead, the beginning of a headache starting to take place. Her fingers brushed over the scar that remained for a couple of years now. The scar that resided after a cut that had been the initiator to her romance with her fiancee. She lowered her hand to look at her ring and sighed, more lost and confused then ever before.
"So do really no guys work on these things?" Dean's voice cut into her thought process and Holly looked up, surprised. He walked over her and Meg, McDonald's bags in one hand, drink tray in the other. "Hey...Baby, you okay?"
"Uh...yeah, I'm good." Holly replied, smiling slightly. "Forgot you were coming by."
"Now I just feel hurt." Dean joked. He sat down and put everything down. "You sure you're okay?" Holly nodded her assurance and patted his leg. Carly walked over to them and sat on Dean's lap as he handed out the food, even Meg getting something. Dean watched the women carefully as they both slowly ate their fries. On top of everything that was happening, he wasn't sure how much longer he could go, not knowing which one was carrying a kid.
"You not hungry, sweetie?" Holly asked, looking at Carly. The little girl sniffed slightly, looking down at her happy meal. "Carly, honey, can you just have a french fries? I know you're sad but not eating isn't good for you."
"I want mommy and daddy." Carly cried suddenly. Holly and Dean just blinked, unsure of what to do. Meg watched the child with sympathetic eyes, just as lost as the other two. Carly dropped her food and twisted around to wrap her arms around Dean's neck. Holly took his stuff as he put his arms around the child and hugged her close. Meg helped pick up the spilled food. Several people looked their way but no one said anything, choosing instead to let the three adults handle the crying child.
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The back window of the car rolled down and the occupant looked out, gazing across the street at the building. He put a lit cigarette to his lips and inhaled before blowing out the smoke. He watched the people exit the building, two women, one man and a child. The blonde woman carried the child and they all spoke quietly to each other. The man sighed and rubbed the back of his neck before leaning in to kiss the blonde quickly. He went to one car while the women went to another.
"What do you think?" The driver of the car asked, turning around to look at the man in the back. A fresh scar ran across his cheek and there seemed to be a chunk missing off the end of his nose.
"Not yet...I think they need one more message." The passenger decided, taking another slow drag off his cigarette. He picked up his cell phone from the seat next to him and looked through the contacts.
"The plan will happen though, right?" The driver asked, looking and sounding impatient and frustrated.
"Of course." The passenger eased his companion, smiling. He tapped at his phone, sending a text message out to his recipient of chose. He put the phone back down and looked up just as the car with the women and child drove by. "Soon...very very soon."
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"It was horrible, I didn't know what to do." Dean muttered, his gaze drifting around his surroundings. Castiel looked sympathetically at his friend, unsure of how to help with the situation. Afterall, what do you do to ease the pain of an orphaned child? "Dude, there's something I need to tell you."
"What's up?" Castiel asked, sipping his coffee slowly.
"A while ago...umm...I found a couple of things in the trash in the bathroom." Dean explained. Castiel looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "The day before that, both Holly and Meg were in there when I got home."
"What were the uh...things?" Castiel asked.
"It was umm...well it...uh...it was tests." Dean stuttered. For a few seconds there was no response and then realization dawned on the older man and his eyes widened slightly. "Only one was...well...you know."
"Fuck." Castiel muttered. "So one of the girls is.."
"Maybe." Dean answered before the question finished.
"Fuck." Castiel repeated. He looked down at the table in front of them before looking at his friend once more. "Don't know which one?"
"Nope." Dean replied sadly. "They're both acting just as equally weird as each other as far as I can tell."
"Well have you asked Holly?" Castiel questioned.
"Why does everyone want me to ask?" Dean muttered.
"Jesus Dean, this isn't the time to play things slow!" Castiel snapped. The younger man looked surprised and blinked at the sudden outburst. "I know what you're like, and this isn't something that can be avoided. Look, the girls are going to be hanging out together all day so once we finish our shift, we're both going to talk to them about this, alright?"
"Fine." Dean agreed.
He honestly didn't know why he was putting this off. True, it was just the previous night that Sam had told him to ask and things had been hectic all day so far but he had known about the tests for a while now. No matter how he looked at things, they were all going to get worse before they got better.
He was just worried about messing something up.
"Can we focus on this until then?" Dean asked, his eyes going back to the pieces of paper spread out on the table in front of them.
"Yeah...guess we should have something to show Gabriel when he comes back." Castiel agreed. He leaned over and slid a few of the pieces around. "He's weird, the level of responsibility he seems to have picked up the last couple of months that we've been gone."
"Yeah, no kidding. Almost scares me." Dean admitted, grinning. He sighed, the grin slipping away. "I am sort of glad he's here though."
"I won't tell him." Castiel remarked. Dean nodded his thanks as they fell into silence, working over the puzzle.
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"I'm amazed and grateful that she's sleeping." Holly whispered, leaning on the kitchen counter as she gazed out at Carly, fast asleep on the couch, snuggling with a stuffed monkey.
"Don't let her go too long though, won't sleep through the night." Sam pointed out. Holly had called him when Meg had to go back to finish up things for the show. Since Holly had made the watch guard go with her friend, she had called in her brother in law to keep her company. Now they just stood, listening to whatever cartoon was playing on the TV that had been successful in knocking out the child.
"Is it weird that I keep expecting Jo or Ash to show up to pick her up?" Holly asked. Sam looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "I just...I keep thinking I'm just babysitting. Then I remember why Carly's here and...and I just..."
"Hey, come here." Sam muttered. He put his arm around Holly's shoulders and pulled her over to hug her. They stood still for a while, tears running down Holly's face as Sam ran a hand up and down her back. In the four years he had known her, this hadn't exactly been a rare thing but it wasn't common either. Sometimes Sam wondered just how much the girl could take before she hit her limit. None of his was fair, not to Holly, not to any of them, but it was all happening and they had to find ways to cope with it.
"Sometimes I just want to fall asleep and wake up and have all this be a dream." Holly muttered into Sam's chest. He looked down at her head and patted her hair. "I just want to be who I was last week when the only big thing going on was my wedding and the fashion show."
"Holly...are you pregnant?" Sam asked. Holly paused and looked up at him, eyes wide and surprised. "Is Meg pregnant?" The expression didn't change much but there was something beneath it that made the next question come out. "You took more than one didn't you?"
"Umm...well..." Holly mumbled, looking back down again.
"How many came up negative?" Sam asked.
"None." Holly replied, finally just giving in.
"So...you are...and Meg..." Sam drifted off, knowing she understood him.
"Isn't...far as we know." Holly explained. "She only took the one."
"You have to tell Dean." Sam pointed out. "You can't hide this forever. He saw the tests."
"Oh geez." Holly muttered.
"Holly..." Sam started.
"I'll tell him." Holly agreed. She turned her head to look over at Carly when the young girl shifted. Her heart thudded away in her chest and the headache that had started earlier was beginning to reach maximum potency as her mind began developing all the worst case scenarios. She felt her breathing catch in her throat as she mentally recreated multiple scenes in her head, wondering to what extent that she would have to relive them. Carly started to blur in her vision and became almost non existent as darkness edged it's way in from the sides.
"Holly? HOLLY!" Sam's panic was the last thing she heard before she succumbed to the darkness.
Okay so I was going to hold out longer on who was pregnant but I decided against it. But there's going to be more happening, as this chapter gave way to many things. Soon as I figure out what that note/message/thing could say, I'll definitely be putting it up. Haven't quite figured out how to word it just yet. I hope the readers are still with me on this one and I really hope you won't have to wait another six months for an update here.