The Winchesters, The Psychic, and The Fixation

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Chapter Five

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

Her lips touched mine and the whole world disappeared. She rolled us over so she was straddling my hips with her legs – our lips never separated.

My hands moved up the back of her shirt to play with her bra. "Dean," she moaned. I was getting harder by the second. She pulled away gently, "Sit up."

I did as I was told and watched as she removed my shirt before letting hers join mine on the floor.

And we went back to kissing. "Gorgeous," she whispered as she pulled away from my lips. With her hands playing with my hair, I started to kiss her neck and work my way down.

I was just about ready to unhook her bra when we heard a door slam. I pulled away quickly, "Your house isn't haunted, right?" I didn't really think about what I had just said – I mean I was a little high from her taste.

Her swollen lips answered, "No." She climbed off me and tossed me my shirt as she slipped into hers.

When I grabbed my gun, she already had hers ready. She tried to go out the door first, but I grabbed her shoulder and went into the hallway, her following me. I watched the stairs as she checked Chris and Patrick. She gave me the hand signal. The boys were okay.

I started down the stairs as she drew a Devil's Trap on the ceiling in the hallway that way if the demon or ghost or whatever it was did get up here, it couldn't get to the boys.

I watched from the halfway mark on the stairs. Nothing yet. I felt Jess' body heat behind me, signaling she was ready to charge.

I went down the stairs completely. Jess covered my back as I entered the living room. Mary and Tommy were okay. I heard someone trip in the kitchen, then a curse word.

Jess caught my eye. She nodded toward the kitchen. I walked in and she stayed behind to guard Mary and Tommy.

The moonlight cast light through the patio doors. Lucky, otherwise I'd be walking blind. Not that I haven't walked blind before, but it was just nice to have some visibility.

I wasn't ready for what I was about to happen.

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

Sam had done some quick talking with the nurses and had me put in the same room as Taylor.

Right now, he was asleep in the chair next to my bed even though it was only seven. It had been a long day for him. Taylor was sleeping in her own bed and I had no where to go, but my bed.

I sighed and continued reading Home and Gardens magazine.

"Mrs. Winchester?" I looked up at the man who entered my hospital room. He wore a dark gray suit and red tie. He had a briefcase in one hand and his long coat in the other. His black hair was cut short and his green eyes shone brightly.

"Yes," I asked. By now, Sam had heard the man and was slowly starting to wake up.

The man took two strides over to my bed and held out his hand. "I'm Michael Thomas, your husband's new client."

I shook his hand and bit back pain. The man's touch burned me slightly. "Alex," I told him and pulled my hand back.

"Mike," Sam asked. My husband was now awake. He stood up to face his client. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I'd drop by, make sure things were okay," he answered while watching Sam. "You left rather quickly this morning."

"Yeah, well, my daughter," Sam started.

"I know. The nurse told me," Mike replied. "I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do: take care of your other kids, watch your house, feed the dog?"

"No, we're good," I answered for Sam. "Everything's under control. Thank you, though." I didn't like this guy. I was trying not to show it, but I think it came out that way anyway.

Mike nodded. "Okay, I'll leave you guys alone. If there's anything, just let me know." He gave a quick smile and left.

Sam sat down and relaxed into his seat. He noticed my grim face. "You okay?"

"I don't like him, Sam," I said. "There's something wrong about him. He-"

But I didn't have time to finish. Because Taylor started to flat line.

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

"What the hell are you doing here," I heard Will ask from the kitchen. Okay, it was Will. Not something supernatural. Calm down, Jess. It's okay. But something still felt wrong. "And why do you have a gun?"

I walked into the kitchen, still holding Betsy. "Will," I asked and flipped the switch. Light came on. "What are you doing here?"

"What's he doing here," Will asked, shifting his gaze from Dean to me.

"I asked you first."

"Too bad. I don't want to play your games anymore."

"Will," I repeated. "What are you doing here?"

He looked angry. "I came to see you."

"At ten?"

"I'm sorry about before, Jess. I just got carried away."

I gave him a small smile. "It's okay." He came over and hugged me as I watched Dean carefully. Dean was hurt. I didn't need my powers to tell me that – even though they were.

"What's he doing here," Will asked when he pulled away and slid his arm around my waist. "And why do you both have guns?"

"Sam and Alex had to take Taylor to the hospital, so he came over to help me with the kids. And when you slammed the door, we thought someone was breaking in."

Dean nodded in agreement. He had a frown on his face. What I would give to kiss that away… No, I was with Will. Will.

"I didn't slam the door," Will replied. "I came in through the slider."

Dean and I shared a look. He whipped around, raising his gun. As he went to find the source of the noise, I turned to Will. "Take this," I said and gave him Betsy. "Get Tommy and Mary from the living room. Go to Chris' room. Don't break the salt lines on the floor."

"But-"

"Stay put." I didn't wait for Will to leave. I knew he had no other choice, so he'd listen. I turned around and went to find Dean. I found him examining the salt line around the garage door. "What happened," I asked.

"Something's here," he told me and looked up. "It broke the lines."

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

Three doctors came running into the room to take care of Taylor. Apparently, she was high on the watch list.

Alex tried to jump out of the bed to get to her, but I held her back. She struggled against me as we watched the doctors work on Taylor. "Sam! Let me go!"

"Alex," I tried to whisper, but it came out as more of a growl. "Stop. There's nothing we can do. You're going to hurt yourself."

She pulled back from me and ripped out her IV. Her arm started to bleed slightly. "I don't care," she snarled while looking me in the eye. She climbed out of the bed and I had to grab her waist to restrain her.

"Stop," I whispered in her ear. "They won't let us stay if you keep acting this way."

She calmed down and turned to cry on my chest.

I watched helplessly as they shocked my daughter, trying to keep her pulse.

"Should we pronounce," the nurse asked the head doctor.

He looked over at us. My eyes pleaded with his. "No," he said. "Get ready to shock again."

Thirty minutes later, Taylor had a pulse. A machine was breathing for her, but she still had a pulse.

"Doctor," I asked when the rest of them left. "Do you know anything?"

"No," he answered. "We have a team of specialists coming in tonight. She has everyone else stumped. Tomorrow, one of our best doctors, Dr. House, is coming in also."

"I've heard that name before," Alex commented from her place sitting next to Taylor.

"He's one of the best," the doctor commented. "He'll help Taylor get better."

I nodded. "Thank you." The doctor gave us a reassuring smile before leaving the room.

"Will you be okay," I asked Alex. "I want to go call Jess and Dean, make sure everything's alright."

Alex nodded. "I'm fine, Sam." She got up and walked over to me, placing her forehead against mine. "Just… calm down. She'll be okay."

She put her hands on my cheeks and I put mine on her hips. "This coming from the one that was flailing about to get to Taylor."

She smiled weakly and gave me a kiss. "Go call them."

"Okay," I said and went to use the phone.

Little did we know, a problem was brewing in the hospital. And one had already started with the rest of our family.