Chapter 10

"Guys!" Alison stood up quickly when she saw Sam and Dean running down the hall of the hospital toward her.

"What happened?" Dean asked with so much worry.

"I don't really know," Alison told him. "I went to get a drink from the little shop across the street, and when I came back she was in so much pain. I called an ambulance immediately."

"Have you heard from the doctor?" Sam asked as he glanced at his brother and saw how worried he was.

"No, not yet."

"Do you know what room she is in?" Dean asked, wanting to see his girlfriend instead of being out in the hallway, or in the waiting room.

"I don't. I'm sorry…"

"Damn it," Dean sighed. "The doctor better comes out soon."

"It won't be long before they let us know how she and the baby are," Sam said looking at him again. "We'll find out soon."

The three stood around in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor to come out to tell them any news. They felt like they were waiting for ages before the doctor finally came out.

"You're friends of Summer Watson?" the doctor asked now standing in front of them.

"We are, and he's the--" Sam started

"How are they?" Dean asked, interrupting Sam from finishing his sentence.

"Summer is doing better. We made sure she was comfortable. Unfortunately, I am sorry I have to tell you this… she had a miscarriage."

All three stood there wide-eyed, unable to speak for several moments before Dean was the first to speak.

"Wha… what?" he stuttered having a hard time talking. "You're pullin' my leg, right? Is this is some kind of sick joke?"

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid this is no joke. I wish I was giving you better news."

"Where is she?" Dean asked.

"Down the hall, last door to your left."

Dean took off running the instant the doctor was finish telling him.

"I'm terribly sorry," the doctor said to Sam and Alison.

"Thanks, Doc," Sam said before the doctor walked away.

"God, this is so heart-breaking," Alison said softly.

"I know…" Sam agreed. He felt so bad for his brother and Summer. Their first child together, and they never had the chance to even meet their daughter.

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"Dean…" Summer spoke through her tears when he burst through the door and toward her, pulling her into his arms almost immediately. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "I am so sorry…"

"Shh…" he said holding her closely to him. He tried holding back his own tears that threatened to fall from his hazel eyes. "It's not your fault," he told her.

"But it is," she whispered. "If I just slowed down and didn't do so much, none of this would have happened. It is my fault."

"No it's not. Stop saying it is. I know it's not your fault," he said pulling away from her slightly so he could look her in the eye. "I don't blame you, and neither should you."

"I can't help it," she whispered.

Dean pulled her closer to him again and just held her knowing nothing he said could take away the pain.

Dean woke up from his dream. It seemed so real to him. He turned a bit, and he looked at Summer who slept peacefully beside him. Sighing, he slid a hand through his hair before lying back down. Something told him he needed to keep an eye on her. Something didn't feel right after that dream. He stared up at the discolored ceiling, he knew he wasn't going back to sleep, so he just laid there and listened to the rain that fell upon the roof.

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"Alright, so we need to talk," Dean said to Sam and Alison while Summer was still in her room taking a nap. "Now, Summer can't hunt anymore. It'd be too dangerous for her and the baby."

"I agree," Sam spoke up first. "We can't take any chances of anything happening to either of them."

"Exactly," Dean nodded. "So, from now on, Sam, you and I will do the hunts, while Summer and Alison stay at the motel."

"You're making decisions for me now?" Alison asked looking at him.

"I just don't think she should be alone," Dean told her. "I know I don't make decisions for you, but I—"

"I'll stay with her," Alison said interrupting him. "I wouldn't want her alone either."

"Good, thanks," Dean said as he took a sit on the edge of the bed.

"Does she know about the no hunting thing?" Sam wondered.

"She does. I told her last night I wouldn't let her hunt," Dean told him.

"At least she knows," Sam said. "Anyway, I was looking through a newspaper and I found a gig we could do. It seems like our kinda thing."

"Great. Where?"

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"Hey, what're you doing?" Alison asked Summer as she made her way to her friend who was standing on the small porch, staying dry from the rain that continued to fall.

Summer turned around and looked at her. "Just getting some air. It was getting to stuffy for me in there."

Alison nodded. "I know what you mean."

"You know, I know what Dean's doing," she started. "I over heard him telling you and Sam about the no hunting thing, and him wanting you to stay with me. I know he's doing it out of protectiveness and everything, but he doesn't make decisions for you or me."

"He's just looking out for you and his child."

"I know he is. He just needs to remember I was on my own for four months and I was fine. I'll be fine now."

Alison nodded. "I know."

"He just…" Summer trailed off when she saw someone she knew.

"What is it?" Alison looked at the person Summer saw.

Without replying, she walked toward the person.

"Aunt Meg?"

Meg turned around and saw Summer. "Oh my," she said, a smiling already forming. "Summer," she pulled her into a hug. "How are you doing?" she asked after pulling away.

"I'm doing fine," Summer told her. "What're you doing here?"

"Oh, I'm having problems at my home. Don't want to get into details," Meg said with a shake of her head. "What about you?"

"I'm staying here with my boyfriend, his brother and my friend Alison," Summer told her while she pointed to Alison.

"I see," Meg nodded. "I haven't seen you in ages."

"Yeah, I've been… busy."

"I'm sorry, too," Meg started. "About your mother. I found out a month after her death. I know how close you two were."

Summer nodded slightly, and hoped the subject wouldn't last, she didn't want to talk about it, not yet.

"Meg," a man said walking up to the three.

Summer met his gaze and couldn't believe who it was.

"Dad…"

"Summer?" he spoke slowly, not believing his daughter's standing in front of him.

Summer stood there, not saying anything. She was too surprised to say something. She hadn't seen him for nearly five years, and now there he was.

Alison glanced at the two, watching them, wondering what'll happen.

"How are you?" he asked Summer.

"I'm doing ok."

He nodded. "That's good."

"You're staying here, too?" Summer asked him.

"I am. Your aunt and I are staying here for a short while."

Before they could get another word out, the sound the Impala could be heard pulling up to the building, and a minute later, the engine was shut off, and the doors opened then shut.

"Hey," Sam spoke up first as he and Dean stepped toward them.

"Hey," Alison looked at him.

"Who is this?" Dean asked, his eyes drifted to Meg and Summer's dad.

"Dean, Sam, this is my Aunt Meg and… my dad, Rick…"

"Your dad? Really?" Dean asked surprised.

"Yeah. Really."

"Aren't you going to introduce your friends?" Rick asked.

"This is my boyfriend, Dean. His brother, Sam, and my friend Alison," Summer told him.

Everyone said 'nice to meet you' before they fell silent.

"What are you doing here, dad?" Summer asked, finally breaking the awkward silence that would have dragged on if she didn't speak up.

"I already told you I'm here with—"

"No. Not here at the motel, but here, back home?"

He made eye contact with her. "Two days ago, a friend told me he saw you. He thought I should come here and… see you."

"See me?" Summer repeated. She gave a short forced laugh while shaking her head. "Why? What's the use in seeing me now? We haven't seen each other in five years, Dad. Why do you want to see me now when you didn't bother to see me during those five years."

"I've wanted to see you, I really did. It wasn't easy to—"

"To pick up the damn phone and call me? To grab a pen and paper to write me a letter, that wasn't easy for you? That's the most pathetic thing I have ever heard from anyone," Summer said, now showing she wasn't going to hold anything back.

"Summer, don't talk to me like that. I'm you're father."

"My father? Are you kidding me? You haven't been my father in years, and you never will. You don't exist to me anymore. Now, you're just a regular guy to me. Go. Go live your life with that girl you left with when you left mom and I. I don't want to see you ever again," Summer said before walking away and into the room she was in.