The Winchesters, The Psychic, and The Fixation
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Chapter Four
o.0.o Alex POV o.0.o
Sam and I ran inside so fast that we were panting for breath by the time we made it to Taylor's door – and that says a lot for two ex-hunters.
Two doctors and three nurses. That's how many people were working on our baby. Five people. It took five people to keep her alive. This shouldn't be happening.
One of the nurses spotted us. She walked over and ushered us out into the hallway. "I'm sorry," she said, regret obvious in her face. "You have to stay out here. The doctors can't have any distractions."
"That's my daughter," I shouted. "I can't stand out here and watch!"
"Ma'me," the nurse tried to explain.
"Alex," Sam said quietly. "She'll be okay." He tried to pull me into his chest, but I resisted. It took another small tug for me to fall into his arms and sob.
"Sam," I cried. "This shouldn't be happening."
"I know," he said and gently stroked my hair. "But she'll be okay."
I'm not sure what came over me, but I suddenly decided I didn't want to be mad at my husband. "We can have more kids, Sam. I just don't want to fight right now… not with Taylor…"
"I don't want anymore children," he whispered to me. "I don't want to have to go through this again. No more kids, Alex. We can't handle another one of these dilemmas."
"Okay, okay," I repeated. I wasn't exactly sure what I was saying. The whole world seemed to be spinning.
Then it went black.
When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. The IV tube was painfully sticking out of my arm. Sam was sitting in the chair next to me.
"Are you okay," he asked when I woke up.
My eyes were filled with sleep, so I cleared them before speaking up. "How bad do I look? 'Cause I don't feel like I'm dying."
He let a small smile cross his lips before kissing me on the forehead. "I was told to get the nurse when you woke up." He stood up and turned to leave before glancing back. "No visions, right?"
I concentrated. Yes, there was a vision. What was in it though? A demon… a demon and Taylor. The hospital, too. I thought harder. That was it!
"Yes," I said before starting to babble. "The demon… he was here. He's controlling Taylor. He's hurting her." Sam's fists clenched. "Somehow, he gained our trust. He's using us to get to Taylor."
"Is it a doctor? A nurse," Sam asked.
"No," I said. I was positive it wasn't. "It's someone else. I didn't see who though."
Sam nodded. "I have to get the nurse, Alex. Then I'm going home and getting some…"
"Protection charms and salt," I finished for him.
Sam nodded again and turned to leave.
"Sam?" He turned toward me again. "Is Taylor okay? I mean, medically?"
Sam relaxed a little. "She's okay. They're still not sure what happened."
I nodded before a thought hit my mind. "Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Take the kids to Jess and Dean. Have them watch the kids at her house. … Just in case the demon goes after them."
He came back in the room completely and kissed me on the forehead. He rested his against mine. "It'll be okay," he whispered. "It always is."
o.0.o Sam POV o.0.o
I took the kids out of the daycare at the hospital. We stopped at home, got clothes for a 'sleepover', grabbed about a million charms, protection spells, and the like before taking off again.
We stopped at Dean's hotel. I left the kids in the car and knocked on his door.
"Yeah," he grumbled as he opened the door. When he saw it was me, he added, "I assume you're not here to visit Good Ole Uncle Dean?"
"No," I replied before noticing the shiners he had on his face. "What got to you? Jess?"
"Even worse," he admitted. "Will."
"Ouch. Hurt more way than one?"
"Shut it, Sam."
"Sorry," I apologized, even though the thought was humorous. The situation was not, so I sobered up. "Listen, Taylor's in the hospital. Something got to her. She started to go downhill and…"
"And," Dean asked, trying to get a grasp on the situation.
"Yeah- Uh- Alex passed out. She had a vision: the demon's back and we trusted him, let him in. He got to Taylor and he- he controls what happens to her."
Dean's face fell. "That it?"
"Well, no. You have to stay with Jess and protect the kids. We need help Dean."
"Superman to the rescue," he replied with a smile, trying to lighten the situation. "Let me get my costume and hop in my Bat Mobile. I'll be there in a flash."
I didn't bother to correct his incorrect superhero usage. "Thanks, Dean. I'm taking the kids over there now."
Dean nodded and turned back into the hotel room.
Ten minutes later, the kids and I pulled into Jess' driveway.
"We're having a sleepover with Chris," Tommy asked.
"Yeah, buddy," I said, unbuckling my seat belt before letting the kids out, oldest to youngest.
Mary and Patrick smiled before walking to the door and ringing the doorbell. Tommy stayed behind.
"Dad," he asked as I took their bags out of the trunk.
"Yeah?"
"Come here," he said and gestured for me to come down to his height.
I knelt down and put the bags at my side. "What's up?"
"Miss Mary said something bad is after Taylor." Miss Mary was Mom. "She doesn't like it. And it scares me too."
"Where did you see it," I asked, noticing Dean and the Impala pull in behind us.
"In Taylor and Mary's room. It stays at our house all the time."
"Tommy," I said and put my hands on the boy's shoulders. "I need you to think very carefully. This is very important. What did the demon look like?"
Tommy looked at his feet. "I can't see it, Dad. I only feel its shadow."
"Okay, buddy," I said and hugged him tightly. "I'll stop it."
"Everything okay," Dean asked as he came up behind us, duffle slung over his shoulder.
I stood up and proudly smiled at Tommy. "It will be."
"Dad," Tommy groaned. "Don't be all-"
"Mushy," Dean finished. "I mean come on, Sam. The boy's only five and look at how much sap you've poured into him!"
Tommy giggled. "Sap comes out of maple trees, Uncle Dean." And off he ran inside, oblivious to what was going on in the world around him.
And I hoped my children would stay that way.
o.0.o Jessica POV o.0.o
Mary and Patrick just strolled on into the house. Not that I minded or anything. I mean, Chris did it at Sam and Alex's house. But I was kind of curious as to why they were here and where Sam, Alex, Taylor, and Tommy were.
I was about to ask them, when Dean walked in the house followed by Sam who was holding bags and had Tommy walking in front of the elder.
"Go play," Sam instructed his child. Tommy gladly walked into the living room with the rest of the Winchester kids.
I glanced at Dean and noticed the black and blue marks on his face. That must really hurt. I cringed.
Dean noticed. "You okay?"
"Yeah," I admitted. "Do you want some ice or something?"
"Nah," he said, shrugging it off casually. "Take the scars with the glory."
I was about to say something, but Sam interrupted. "You guys can talk later. Right now, we have something to deal with."
"Taylor's in the hospital," Dean explained. "The demon's back and he has control of her medical state."
"Is she okay," I asked Sam.
"So far, but barely," Sam said. He swallowed hard. "Alex passed out when she got really bad. Alex saw the demon return as someone we trust. We need it dead so Taylor can get better."
"Dead by yesterday," Dean interrupted. "This thing is past its due date."
Sam nodded. "Dean's going to stay with you and the kids. You'll watch them and I'll go prep Taylor's and Alex's hospital rooms so they're demon-proof."
I nodded. "Make sure to have Alex cast the protection spell in both rooms."
Sam nodded. "Thanks."
"No problem," I responded and watched as he left.
I turned to Dean. He spoke before I did, "I'll put up the salt lines. You stay here with the kids."
"Okay," I half whispered, half said.
He got up, gently brushed past me, and started upstairs.
I went into the living room and watched Scooby-Doo with the rest of the Winchesters.
Half an hour later, Dean was done and I had started to make dinner. He came in the kitchen, dropped the salt box on the table, and washed his hands.
"Need help," he asked.
"No, thanks," I replied and continued cutting the ham that would go in dinner – ham and broccoli macaroni. "But if you could in the cabinet there and grab me a pan, that'd be great."
He complied and I cornered him. When he turned around, pot in hand, he had nowhere to go.
He smirked. "If you wanted to get close…"
"Dean," I scolded. "Stop. Let me see your face. Will really did a number on you."
He sighed at Will's name, placed the pot on the counter, and gave up, letting me take care of him.
I pricked at his bruises before deciding, "You should really have some ice on these. They're still swollen from this morning."
"I don't need ice, Jess," he whined.
"Dean."
"Fine." I love when he gave in. It made my life so much easier. As I got the ice, he asked, "You hear from what's-his-name yet?"
"Will," I asked and returned with ice. I placed it over his eye and pressed. He flinched. "No, not yet."
"You want to hear from him?" His arm magically snaked around my back. I knew what he was doing. But, God. He was just so good at it.
"Dean," I sighed. "I'm with Will." I looked him in the eye and he backed down, letting me go.
"Sorry," he mumbled before walking away.
o.0.o Dean POV o.0.o
Jess grabbed my wrist before I could get too far. "Don't be." I didn't smile. I just pushed her hand off of me and continued into the living room.
Two hours later, after the kids had been put to sleep, I mentally scanned all the places I could be sleeping tonight. The only one that came to mind: the Impala.
I looked up from my place sitting on the stairs when Jess closed the door to Chris' room.
"They asleep," I asked referring to Patrick and Chris. Tommy and Mary were staying in the living room.
"Yeah," she said with a light smile, sitting down next to me.
"Where do I sleep?" It took a lot to ask that without cockiness, but I managed.
She started to say something but decided against it. She took my hand in hers and gazed at them together. Was this a hint?
She finally decided. "You can sleep in my bed, if you don't try anything."
I smirked. "But-"
"Then it's the Impala," she said with a smile.
I glared at her playfully. "I'll be good." She smiled and went in her room, closing the door behind her.
A few minutes later she came out in night pants and a tank top. "You can change."
I nodded, grabbed my bag from the corner, and walked into the master bathroom. About five minutes later I emerged. The lights in the room were off and I saw the obvious form of Jessica shifting in bed.
I dropped my duffle and got my gun out. I double checked it was loaded and made sure the safety was on before placing it on the nightstand next to me. Just to be sure, I went in Jess' nightstand and felt a familiar form: Betsy. God, I hated that thing. But I was proud she still stayed on her toes.
"Stop playing with the big boy toys, Dean. You could get hurt." I rolled my eyes even though she couldn't see and climbed into bed next to her, gently brushing up against her form once.
"Night," I said, trying very, very, very hard to keep my hands away from her.
"Dean," she asked.
"Yeah?"
"Could you go in the bathroom and take care of that? I really don't want your seed all over my sheets."
My face turned as red as my… well, you know. True, I was throbbing, but I was trying very, very hard to hide that fact. So I got cocky. "You could take care of it for me."
"You'll be sleeping in the bathtub soon."
I got out of bed and went in the bathroom to fix my problem.
When I came back out and got back in bed, she rolled over to face me, but overshot and came a little too close.
"Hi," I breathed, trying not to let myself enter the state I was in just seconds ago.
"Hi," she breathed. Okay, I was aching again. She was smirking. "Haven't had a woman's touch in a while?"
"The jail keepers try to keep us separate. So this," I said, referring to my pain. "Doesn't happen too often."
"Stop with the jail jokes, Dean," she scolded, seriously. "I know your joking."
"No, I'm not. I went to court and got my sentencing: two and a quarter years. I served it."
"Dean," she sighed. "Don't lie anymore. You don't need to impress anyone now."
"I told you," I said, exasperated. "I'm not lying."
"You're not?"
"No, I'm not." Maybe finally she would get it.
She simply leaned up to kiss me.