One Shot- Miscarriage Part One

-This was written real fast, and I'm sorry to maceyboyle for taking so long to get to it. I had the flu! And I'm sorry I can't write a one shot in one part like I should be able to do…-

-I also recognize this is a difficult topic for some readers, and am issuing a content warning now, that it will feature a miscarriage. I know some folks who have gone through it themselves, and if it is something that has affected you I am so sorry. It's a deeply unsettling occurrence, and is one of those things that I wrap my head around by writing about it.-

Prompt: "Why don't you have one where Caroline gets pregnant but then has a miscarriage without her brothers knowing, then they find out and all hell breaks loose..."- maceyboyle

I changed the prompt just eeeeever so slightly.

Sam and his sister could only thank God that Dean had finally given in to their demands, and fixed the Impala's heater. The temperature outside the car was dropping by the second and the car's patrons were running out of sweaters and coats to layer on themselves.

Dean had seemed oblivious to the temperature, keeping his body regulated by uncoordinated finger tapping on the steering wheel to The Moody Blue's Greatest Hits. But hearing his brother and sister complain non stop was something he'd do anything to stop.

They were now three hours out from the next hunt. Their destination: a two roomed cabin in the middle of dense, snow-covered woods. Any excitement they held for the upcoming hunt was gone and had been replaced with "bummed-out-itis" as they had dubbed it. Sam's legs were going numb from the cold and being bent at an odd angle to fit in the passenger seat. Dean could feel his head pounding from the chill that bit through the Impala despite the new heater, and grit his teeth in annoyance. Caroline was beginning to feel nauseous, and had subjected herself to being as quiet about it as possible.

In the back of her mind she knew what it was. She'd missed enough periods, and she'd been getting sick all month. It was a stupid stupid mistake she'd made it Illinois to sleep with that guy…

But damnit, her brothers got to have fun every once in awhile, so why couldn't she? There was enough pointing at it, but she couldn't bring herself to get a pregnancy test. Maybe she was wrong, and if she never checked, nothing would ever come from it. That would be the best, right?

But it was three months now of no periods and she could see the changes starting to happen. It wasn't that she was upset about it, she really wasn't, she just felt shock. Her? A mother? God, what would that even entail...not to mention telling her brothers. Jesus, lord above, telling her brothers. Sam, maybe. Dean? He'd…well he'd…honestly she didn't know. She never knew what he was going to do. She did know that everything he did was in the best interest of her and Sam, but sometimes it seemed otherwise.

She had no intention of hiding it forever from them, but finding the right moment to tell was getting more and more difficult. Right before a hunt meant someone could be distracted and that was dangerous. Right after a hunt and she'd catch Dean at the peak of an adrenaline rush. And now they'd be stuck in an isolated cabin where she'd be trapped at their mercy. Caroline sighed and closed her eyes. She could almost foresee exactly what was going to go down there…

Two hours. The three had thus far lasted only two hours in the cabin and tempers were rising rapidly. The sun had set early, leaving them nearly blind and freezing in this "shit shack" of a house as Dean had called it. Caroline sat on the lumpy futon as she half heartedly watched her brothers tear into each other.

"You were supposed to bring those fire starter logs!"

"You never told me that? Why would that even cross my mind?"

"I don't know, maybe because we're in the middle of the friggin' woods in winter?"

"You could have bought some then, dipass."

"What'd you say?"

And then they were on the ground wrestling. Despite the obvious hostility it seemed like the brothers had unconsciously agreed that a physical fight might be a good way to reduce some of their pent up anger from the last few weeks. Caroline lifted her feet off the ground as they came crashing in front of the futon.

Not one to provoke more fighting, Caroline slid away from them and stood up, "I'm going to bed."

Dean froze mid slap, "What, now?"

Caroline grimaced and nodded, "Night, guys." She shuffled to the lone bedroom and quietly closed the door. The brothers stayed held in their fighting positions and then Dean frowned, "Wait, where are we supposed to sleep?"

Sam shoved his older brother off and shook his head, "I think we're sleeping in here."

Dean frowned further, "But I'm old. I can't sleep on this junk-heap futon, my bones will shatter."

Sam shrugged and tossed some pillows at his brother, "Then you can have the floor." He lay down on the couch with his feet over the edge, and snuggled under a blanket, "Sweet dreams, Dean."

He shut off the table light, and Dean sat sulking in the darkness for almost a minute before he padded up some blankets for his bed. Friggin' brothers. FRIGGIN' SISTERS.

Finally, glory be, he drifted off into a deep sleep, snuggled warmly under the many layers of fleece blankets.

Sam woke up in the middle of the night. He realized he needed the bathroom and slowly worked his way off of the limp futon mattress. Careful not to step on his sleeping brother he made his way to the cabin's tiny bathroom. All things considered it was a miracle it even had one. He saw a light coming from under the bathroom door and decided to wait for his sister to finish up inside. Leaning against the wall he crossed his arms and sighed, this could potentially take forever. Maybe he could go take a leak outside, and just risk freezing his dick off.

Allowing himself to take in the darkness his ears began to perk up to quieter noises. First he heard a breath, and then that breath escalated to rapid breathing, which in turn gained quiet sobs. Sam's eyes opened and he felt an anxious sweat break through his body. Those were his sister's cries. Not just any cries, but terrified cries. He lurched his fist out and rapped on the door.

"Carrie?" He kept his voice down so Dean wouldn't amplify whatever the situation was, "Carrie, open the door."

To his surprise he heard the motions of Caroline trying to get the door open. That was unusual, normally she ignored him. He could hear her grasping at the doorknob trying to unlock it. It sounded like she was on the floor. Finally, the door knob clicked and Sam gingerly opened the door.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw the blood. Because it was everywhere. And in the middle of it was his sweet sister crumpled in a heap. Sam dropped to the ground next to her, closing the door in the process, and carefully moved his sister's face to look at him. It was nearly bone white and covered in a sheen of sweat and tears.

"S-s-sam," she forced out mid sob, "h-h-help me. Please. Please." Sam felt a chill run through his body and he pulled her into his arms, "What the hell happened? Were you hurt on the last hunt?" His voice betrayed him and Caroline heard his voice shake.

She threw out a shivering hand and pointed toward the toilet, "T-t-there. Oh God, Sam! I felt it happen. I felt-I felt it…" her cries grew louder and Sam leaned her against the wall and went to look. He wasn't sure what he expected but he wasn't at all prepared for it. His mouth fell open and he threw a hand over it. Glancing at his sister he seemed to confirm her worst fears and she let out a weak shrill of agony.

"What do we do? What are we going to do? This is all my fault. It's all my fault!" She was whimpering and her breathing was picking up. Sam felt his head spin, "We need to take care of you first Carrie. You lost a lot of blood. You might need the hospital."

She grabbed his wrist, "No! No hospital. Dean will find out. He'll kill me."

"He's not going to kill you-"

"AHH!" She yelped and grabbed at her mid section. Sam felt adrenaline pulse through his body and he swept Caroline up into his arms and opened the bathroom door. He carried her to the bedroom and rested her onto the bed. She curled up into a ball on her side and began moaning between her cries.

"Sam?" Dean's voice echoed into the room. Sam and his sister locked eyes and she desperately shook her head. Sam made a face and she frowned.

"Please don't tell him." She whispered out.