Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters of Dean and Sam (pouts). I do own the character of Aidan though.
Sometimes all you need is a little faith. Those were the words that Jenna told me when I told her that I was beginning to give up on finding Dad. The trail was basically ice now. I haven't spoken to him in over four months and I was beginning to doubt that I would ever see him again.
"What's going on in that head of yours?" Dean asked from the passenger side of the Impala. I sighed sitting up from the back seat.
"Nothing." I said looking out the window. It was just after mid-night so I didn't see much.
"You're lying." He turned so he could face me better. He met my gaze dead on.
"I'm just having a downer of a day." I exaggerated my pout. Dean sighed a bit.
"Well this next hunt will cheer you up then." Dean's eyes showed a hint of excitement.
"Yes that is exactly what she needs Dean." Sam said sarcastically, not breaking his view of the road.
"What are we doing?" I asked getting excited
"Let's just say we get to use the tasers!"
"Really?" I straightened up, already feeling better. "I love those things!" I clapped my hands giddily.
"I know!" Dean gave Sam an all-knowing stare. Sam just rolled his eyes and continued to drive.
We pulled up to an abandoned building and got out of the car. We walked around to the trunk and waited for Dean to pop it and pull out whatever equipment we might need. I tried to hide my excitement when Dean handed me my tasers.
"What do you have these amped up to?" Sam asked
"A hundred thousand volts." Dean answered shutting his trunk. I let out a silent squeal. I loved using the tasers!
"You only get one shot with these guys, so don't mess up." Dean said directly toward me. I put on my best serious face and made my way toward the building.
We quietly made our way into the building with the tasers in one hand and our flashlight in the other. We slowly made our way down to the basement. A noise made us snap our attention to an old closed cupboard. We made our way over to it and positioned ourselves. Dean counted to three and swung open the door. I sighed a breathe of relief to see a young boy and girl in there. I tucked my tasers into my jeans.
"Is it still here?" I asked crouching in front of them. They nodded their heads nervously. I reached in and grabbed both of there hands. "Come on let's get you out of here." They held my hands tight, there fingernails digging into my palms. I pulled them to the stairs.
"Go go!" Dean ushered us on.
"Come on. Be careful." I tried to pull them up the stairs as fast as I could without actually dragging them. I felt something grab on to my leg and begin to pull me back down.
"Aidan!" Dean called out after me. Sam ran over and helped me back to my feet. Dean ran to the other side of the staircase to shoot but missed. Sam threw Dean his taser and helped me to get the kids out of the basement safely.
"Call the police so they can get them back to there parents. Stay with them while I go make sure everything is all right." Sam made his way back down to the basement to check on Dean. I called the police soon after he left. I looked at the scared kids in front of me.
"Everything is going to be fine. We will get to back to your parents." They gave me a small smile. I heard Sam struggling to get out of the house. Curious, I looked to see what was giving him so much trouble. I saw him carry Dean's unconscious body.
"What happened?" I asked frenzied while helping him carry Dean to the Impala.
"I don't know but we have to get him to the hospital." Sam careful laid Dean in the backseat. I looked at the kids from over the hood of the car.
"You get Dean to the hospital. I will stay with kids until the cops arrive and just have them bring me." I couldn't just leave those kids alone after everything that just happened to them.
"What are you going to tell them?" Sam asked getting into the passengers seat.
"I will figure something out. Now go!" I pushed further into the car and watched him drive off. I racked my fingers through my hair fearing the worst.
The cops arrived about five minutes after Sam left. I had told them that we heard the screams from the house as we were driving by. We went in to see what it was all about. I then told him that something happened to Dean while he was searching the basement to see if there was anyone in the house. They were more then willing to give me a lift to the hospital. I flew into the hospital letting my fears of them subside. I frantically searched for Sam. I saw him talking with the receptionist.
"Sammy!" I yelled down to him. I ran toward him. I didn't notice to two police offices follow me in.
"Ok Mr. Burkovitz." The receptionist handed Sam back his fake insurance card.
"Did you talk to the doctors? Is he OK?" Sam pulled me away from the desk to some chairs that lined the walls.
"I haven't heard anything yet. The doctors took him right away and I haven't seen him yet." He answered sitting down in one of the chairs. I continued to stand. "What did you tell the cops?" Sam gestured to the two officers talking.
"Just some story. Don't worry about it." The cops started to walk toward us.
"I see everything is set here. Thanks for helping out those kids and I hope that your brother is OK." I shook each their hands.
"Dean is going to hate you for fraternizing with the enemy." Sam joked. I let out a halfhearted sigh and sat down next to Sam.
"What happened in that basement?"
"I think he was electrocuted." I clenched my eyes and sat back in the hard chair.
Wait. That was all we could do until a doctor came out. I could hear Jenna's words ringing in my head. Sometimes all you need is a little faith. Well guess what, my faith was beginning to run a little dry. All these worst-case scenarios flooded my head. I told myself not to get to upset until we knew the truth. To try and keep myself calm I began to pace the line of chairs.
"Your making me dizzy." Sam said watching me pace.
"Then don't watch." I played with my bracelet. Dad gave me the bracelet for my 13th birthday. It was a silver chain with a silver circle amulet with a devils trap engraved into it. He told me as long as I wore it, I would always be protected. Not true! As long as I had my amulet and Dean I would always be protected.
"Seriously you need to stop." Sam took me by the shoulders.
"I need him to be OK Sam." I cried. Sam pulled me into a hug. He held me tight around the shoulders as I let silent tears fall. When I pulled away I saw a doctor come toward us.
"Is he OK?" I asked looking up at the older doctor.
"He's resting." I didn't like that look he had on his face. It was a look that said 'I have some bad news to tell you.'
"And?" Sam pushed on. The doctor let out a sigh.
"The electrocution triggered a heart attack. Pretty massive, I'm afraid. His heart—it's damaged." I looked between Sam and the doctor.
"It can't be damaged. Your wrong." I accused the doctor. He gave me a sympathetic look. Sam pushed me behind him a bit.
"How damaged?" Sam asked.
"We've done all we can. We can try and keep him comfortable at this point. But, I'd give him a couple weeks, at most, maybe a month." I felt my breath get caught in my throat. I let my forehead fall against the back of Sam's shoulder.
"There has to be some kind of treatment." Sam voice sounded terrified.
"I'm sorry." The doctor walked away from us. Sam turned to face me.
"Let's go see him." My legs suddenly felt like cement. I couldn't move.
"I can't" I suddenly felt extremely light headed. I sat down in the nearest chair.
"You all right?" Sam kneeled in front of me.
"Fine. You go on in. I will be right there." I lied. Sam stood up and gave my shoulder a light squeeze as he left. I sat in that chair with my head in my hands doing my best not to cry. It wasn't working to well. Hot tears fell down my cheeks and onto my jeans. I noticed the familiar pair of torn jeans in front of me. I looked up at Sam.
"It's not me he wants to see." Sam held out his hand to me. I reluctantly let him help me out of the chair and down to Dean's room.
My heart sank when I saw Dean lying in that hospital bed. He was pale with dark circles under his eyes. All these tubes and wires were coming out of him.
"About time you come and see me." He patted the bed next to him.
"I'll just sit on the chair." I pointed to the chair near the bed.
"I'm not going to break." His voice was weak.
"Does it hurt?" I asked sitting down the chair anyways.
"Have you ever watched daytime TV? It's terrible." Dean said ignoring my question. I looked to Sam who was standing at the foot of the bed.
"Dean, Sam and I talked to your doctor." I watched Dean who was still ignoring me.
"That fabric softener teddy bear. Oh, I'm going to hunt that little bitch down." I watched the snuggles commercial for a second. I grabbed the remote from his hand and turned off the TV.
"Looks like your going to leave town without me." I furrowed my brows in confusion at Dean's comment.
"Why would you say something like that?" I scolded.
"Were not going to leave you here." Sam walked around to the side of the bed where I was sitting.
"I'm handing the Impala down to you. You take care of my baby or I will haunt your ass." Dean pointed to me. I felt my jaw slack a little.
"Stop it!" I jumped up from the chair.
"That's not funny." Sam came to my side.
"Your just jealous because I didn't give the car to you." Dean joked.
"Your seriously not funny." I sat back down but this time it was on the bed.
"Admit it, it was a little funny." Dean tried to smile as he patted the side of my face. We were all silent for a few minutes. Dean caught on to our serious state. "What can I say, it's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story."
"No, not end of story. We still have options." I said getting off the bed.
"Cremation or burial. I'm going to die and you two aren't going to stop me." Dean pointed to Sam and I.
"Watch us." Sam said.
After we left Dean Sam and I headed to the library to find everything we could on heart care. We made copies and printed off articles from the Internet. We headed back to the motel room after it got dark to continue looking for anything that could help Dean. We did this for about three days. The lack of sleep was really beginning to take a toll on the both of us.
"That was the last of Dad's contacts." Sam said tossing his phone of the bed next to him. I looked up from the article I was highlighting. I waited for him to continue. "Looks like Joshua's idea is the best we have."
I scrunched up my nose. "Really?" I asked skeptical.
"Yes." Sam answered.
"Have you called Dad yet?" I noticed Sam's shoulders tense up.
"Haven't had the time." He looked back down at his computer. I reached over to the stand next to the bed and picked up my phone. I rolled through my limited number of contacts until I found Dad's name. I grimaced at the voicemail just like I always did when I secretly tried to call him.
"Hey Dad, it's me your daughter Aidan. Remember me? Sorry that was inappropriate. I don't know if you are going to get this or not but it's worth a shot. Listen Dad, it's about Dean. He is really sick and there is a chance that he might die. But don't you worry Sam and I are doing everything we can to get him better. So yeah. Call me back if you can." I ended the call and tossed my phone into the piles of paper. I noticed Sam's stare.
"I was going to call him eventually."
"I beat you to it." I went back to reading the article in front of me.
A knock at the front door made us both look up.
"Expecting company?" Sam asked as I got up to answer the door. I slowly opened the door to see Dean barely standing up on the other side. He looked about ten times worst then when I last saw him. I looped my arm around his waist to help support his weight.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked him. He helped me help Dean to the chair.
"I checked myself out." Dean said as if it was nothing. "I wasn't going to die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot."
"You are seriously crazy. I'm going to call the psych ward because that is where you belong." I ranted as I went back to my bed.
"Whatever. Have you guys even slept because I look better then you guys." Sam and I shared a look.
"We have been researching and calling Dad's contacts for the last three days." I explained holding up some highlighted articles.
"Why?" Dean snatched some of the papers out of my hands.
"We want to help you." Sam said in a 'duh' tone. "Dad's friend Joshua told us of this guy in Nebraska. Some kind of specialist." Dean looked to me to see if Sam was for real or not. I nodded my head packing up some of the papers.
"You guys aren't going to let me die peacefully are you?" Dean asked as he slowly moved to lie down on the bed next to me.
"We aren't going to let you die at all." I moved over to give him more room.
"We hit the road tomorrow." Sam said.
By the way, I officially hate tasers now.
A/N: There you have it. I wanted to post this sooner but I have crazy busy. Next Chapter: We go to Nebraska and found out Aidan's feelings on this whole faith healer ordeal. REVIEW!