The Winchesters, The Psychic, and The Fixation

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Chapter Three

o.0.o Sam POV o.0.o

I heard them before I saw them. Sirens were wailing and the obvious sound of children running was loud and clear.

They rounded the corner. Three medics working on a three-year-old… my three-year-old, Alex running beside them, and my other children holding hands and running to keep up. It was… horrible. I'd never, in a million years, think I'd be here, seeing this.

My eyes were trained on Taylor as she was rolled down the hall. Alex was with her the whole way. "Daddy," Patrick screamed, pulling his siblings toward me. "Lor hurt!"

I ripped my eyes away from Taylor and looked down at the kids. "Lor's okay, Pat," I told him. "She just needs to see the doctor."

"Doctor," Mary asked and fear showed in her eyes. "Does she need shots?"

I sighed. "No shots, honey. She just needs to be taken care of."
Mary calmed down and a nurse came up to us. "Are you Mr. Winchester," the woman asked.

The kids and I looked at her while I answered, "Yes. Is Taylor okay?"

She ignored my question gently. "She's being taken care of, sir. Your wife asked me to have you fill out these forms."

I looked at the forms in her hand. Insurance. "Uh- sure," I said, taking the pile.

"Would the kids like to go to our playroom?"

Patrick looked up at me hopefully. "Okay?"

"Yeah," I said. "It's okay, Patrick. You guys go have fun. Mommy and Daddy will get you later."

Tommy nodded and grabbed his siblings' hands before looking up to the nurse. He had always been the fatherly one.

I filled out the insurance forms before getting information on where Taylor was.

I walked in her room – which was decorated in zoo animals – and stopped. Taylor was hooked up to as many machines as you can imagine. Alex was sitting next to her. She looked like a mess. Alex must have just thrown clothes on and ran out the door. I gently placed my hand on her shoulder, "It'll be okay, Alex."

She brushed my hand off. "Leave me alone."

I sighed and pulled up a chair next to Taylor's bed. I placed my hand on Alex's, which was overlapping Taylor's. "Do they have any idea?"

"No."

"She'll be okay. I know she will."

Alex didn't answer.

o.0.o Dean POV o.0.o

Chris and I had stayed up late last night and ate our way to a heart attack. What? The boy needs to live once and a while!

"Mommie," Chris asked. He was in the car seat that Jess had loaned me.

"We're going to see Mommie," I said. "But we have to make a stop first."

"Donald's?"

"Not McDonald's, buddy. A ring store. We're going to pick out something for Mommie."

Chris thought about it. "K."

I pulled in and got the munchkin out. He was jumping all over the place as we walked inside the store. I picked him up and he picked out a necklace for Jess. "Mommie," he told me when he pointed to it.

It was a gold locket. Normally, Jess didn't like gold – she only wore silver, but I think this suited her well. We got it and I had a picture of Jess and Chris put inside the locket. (I had slyly stolen the picture the night before. I knew those hunting skills would still come in handy.)

A half hour later, we got to Chris' house. "Mommie," he shouted from the backseat.

"Hold on," I grumbled. This kid was way too active. I picked him up, grabbed the bag with his clothes, and got the jewelry box for Jess. We walked up the path to the townhouse.

Chris rang the doorbell for me and laughed when he heard it chime inside. Jess answered the door in the shirt Will had worn last night. She looked tired.

"Hi," she mumbled as Chris practically jumped into her arms.

"Morning," I said and sneakily slide the jewelry box into Chris's bag. She'd find it later.

"Was he good," she asked as Chris hugged her neck.

"Great."

"Did you spoil him?"

"No," I lied.

She rolled her eyes at me. "I know you did. Chris, did Dean pamper you?"

Chris just smiled – I don't think he understood her vocabulary. "No," he said. "Cookie and 'ream." I smirked. The kid couldn't keep a secret.

"Thanks, Dean," she said and reached out to get Chris' bag. Chris jumped to try and hug me. His jump caused Jess to fall into my chest. So I ended up holding Chris in my left arm with Jess against my chest, my right arm on the small of her back.

She looked up at me, not sure what to do. Before I could say anything, or kiss her – even though the latter idea wouldn't have been exactly smart, Chris started to squirm. "Will," he shouted.

I looked up and sure enough, Will was standing there in boxers – not a pretty sight. I could offer more than Will had. (A/N: Get what I mean?) But I didn't comment on that. Instead, I helped Jess up and handed Chris over to the other man. "Sorry," I mumbled so only Jess could hear.

"Not your fault."

"You okay, hon," Will asked Jess.

"Fine," she said before kissing him on the cheek and walking inside.

Will closed the front door in my face. Not that I cared though because I saw something that made me grin.

Jess had glanced back at me.

o.0.o Jessica POV o.0.o

Five minutes after I fell on Dean, I was cooking breakfast for Will and me.

"That freak's still on our porch," Will commented as he walked into the kitchen.

"Dean," Chris asked from his confinements in the height chair.

"Yeah, Dean," Will confirmed. "The rodeo freak." Chris giggled.

"Will," I scolded. "Stop."

"What," he asked. "It's not like you like him anymore. You could have him out of your life. I don't see any reason to still have him here."

"He's you-know-who's you-know-what."

"I can be that," Will said and placed his arms around my waist before kissing my neck. I pushed him away.

"Stop." And I continued to make breakfast.

"You don't like him," Will said. "Do you?" I didn't answer. "I'll fix that," he said before marching outside.

I groaned before letting Chris out of his height chair and running after Will, Chris following me.

But when I got out there, it was too late. My boyfriend – who was dressed in only boxers mind you – was trying to punch Dean. On the front lawn. The neighbors were definitely getting a show today.

I knew that Dean could hold more than his own, so I wasn't too worried about him. I was worried about Will. He wasn't a fighter like Dean or I. He was… kind of a wimp, come to think of it.

But he was fighting anyway. Will was throwing punches, which Dean gracefully dodged. And thankfully, Dean wasn't fighting back.

"Stop," I shouted, trying to get in-between them.

"Jess, look out," Dean shouted and tried to push me away from Will's incoming fists. He did so successfully, but got punched himself in the process.
Will, on the other hand, was ranting while trying to land a punch. "She's not yours anymore! Get over it! She likes me!"

"Dean," Chris asked. It was then that I noticed Chris was about to walk in between the two fighting adults. "Will?"

"Baby," I shouted and tried to get to him. Before I could do anything, Dean had expertly used his leg to shove Chris behind the elder. But in the process, he got another three punches to the face then fell on the ground next to Chris.

That was it. I got in front of Dean and pushed Will away. "Stop," I shouted. "Just go home! Now!"

Will looked shocked for a second, but blinked back his surprise. He stormed inside, grabbed his jeans, and got in his car. He took off.

I leaned down next to Dean and Chris. "You okay, baby," I asked.

"Yeah," Dean responded.

"I was talking to Chris, Dean."

"Oh," he said and looked down. Chris looked up at me and smiled, "'m okay. Go play?"

"You go play, Chris," I told him. "I'm going to talk to Dean."

"Bye Dean," Chris said before running inside.

When Chris was inside, Dean just stared at me for the longest time. I stared back. "I'm sorry," I apologized for Will. "He shouldn't have-" Dean kissed me. Not a peck on the lips or a long, drawn out kiss. But just a sweet, to the point, 'I-still-have-feelings-for-you' kiss. And I kissed him back the same way.

But I pulled away. This wasn't right. I had a boyfriend, a boyfriend I was mad at, but nonetheless a boyfriend.

"I can't," I tried to explain. Dean just nodded in return. He got up, brushed himself off, and left in the Impala.

Now I had a problem.

o.0.o Alex POV o.0.o

We had been sitting with Taylor for an hour when Sam's phone rang.

I closed my eyes and sighed. "Sorry," he whispered. "It's the new client."

Sam went out in the hall and started talking on the phone. I heard a nurse ask him to go outside, so Sam complied.

Why would he be talking on the phone at a time like this? I mean, hell, I hadn't even called Jess.

He was putting work before family. This was what had stopped me from telling Sam that I was pregnant with Pat.

I had enough. I went outside and found Sam. He was just hanging up as I walked up to him.

"Alex? Is Taylor okay," he asked, worried, after he pocketed his phone.

"Give me the phone," I told him.

"What?"

"Now."

Sam looked at me carefully before giving me his cell. I tried to throw it in the parking lot, but he used his telekinesis to hold it back in midair.

"What do you think you're doing," he asked. "That's for work." He snatched the phone and shoved it in his coat pocket.

"You don't work when you're daughter is practically on life support, Sam! You said family comes first! Always! Family came first! Look what you're doing!"

"Alex, quiet down," he said in a hushed whisper. "We can talk about this."

"No," I shouted, louder than before. "You're breaking a promise! I kept mine, I expect you to keep yours!"

"Alex…"

"Sam, just… just… Leave me alone!" I stormed off.

Sam tried to stop me, but some bystander stood between us. "You heard the lady," he said, making sure Sam couldn't pass.

"She's my wife," I heard Sam try to explain.

He must have let Sam get through, because the next thing I know: Sam's running to catch up with me.

"Alex," he said and started walking next to me. He grabbed my arm and I turned toward him. I was about to say something when we saw emergency lights flash in one of the rooms.

Taylor's room.

She was tanking.