Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters of Dean and Sam (pouts). I do own the character of Aidan though.
We took a few small gigs for a while. Our last case was so loaded all of us pretty much needed a break. A break according to Dean was doing things like cattle mutilation. I took a look around the motel room I was sitting in for about the hundredth time. I was beginning to notice all the spider webs and the unidentifiable stains of the room. I had pretty much spent the entire day in this room and was beginning to go stir crazy. I was never one to sit still for very long. I looked at Sam who was on his laptop then to Dean who was reading through a couple of newspapers.
"I'm going for a walk." I announced heading toward the door.
"Now?" Dean asked. I looked at the digital clock that was on the nightstand. It was about eight at night. The sun was just setting.
"I can't sit here any longer without going crazy. I need some air."
"Don't be long." He ordered going back to his newspaper.
"What did I say about you worrying so much?" I teased. Dean just waved me off.
The small town that we were currently staying in was loaded with old abandoned buildings. My guess was that they used to be old businesses of some sort. A scream interrupted my calming walk. It was coming from the building that I was currently standing in front of. The scream came again. It sounded like a girl. I pulled my shotgun out from the band of my jeans and headed inside the building. I followed the screams to the third floor. The hallway was long and dark. The screams lead me to a room toward the end of the hallway. I carefully opened the door and entered the dark musty room. There was no one in there. I bit my bottom lip in confusion circling the room quickly.
"I knew you would come." A voice said from behind me. I spun around to be greeted by a pair of dark blue eyes. I pointed my shotgun at the person ready to shot if need be. The mystery person stepped into the moonlight. It was a middle-aged man. His eyes turned black. He flicked his hand, which caused my gun to fly out of my hand and on to the floor. With another flick of the hand he propelled me against the wall. A demon, I was dealing with a fricken demon. We had come across a few of them in our travels since picking up Sam. This one was different though. Everything about it felt different. The demon had me pinned against the wall. There was no need to fight it because I wasn't going anywhere. Sam and Dean weren't going to find me. They would think I was still out. The demon paced in front of me for a bit.
"There is no need to be scared." His voice was low and raspy. The way he spoke, you were supposed to listen. I tried to pretend that I wasn't scared. "I can smell your fear." His black eyes suddenly turned yellow. There was nothing in Dad's journal about this.
"What do you want with me?" I hissed at him trying my best to be intimidating.
"You?" He asked pointing at me. "I don't really want anything to do with you, expect kill you that is."
"Oh well that's a relief." I knew now was not the time to be sarcastic.
"Funny. Just like Dean." My years of experience told me that he was doing to start playing head games with me.
"Leave my brothers out of this."
"You want to be just like Dean, don't you? The big bad hero." The demon came within inches of my face. I glared, it was instinct. "But let's get back to the point, shall we."
"We shall." I wasn't going anywhere so I might as well listen to what he had to say.
"I want Sammy."
"Sam?"
"Yes Sam. Your other brother but you don't care about him do you?" Was my past with Sam always going to hang over my head?
"I love Sam." I defended myself.
"But not as much as Dean though." This demon was beginning to piss me off. "But back to my point. I want Sam and you and your brother are in my way. I will kill the both of you to get to him. No worries though I don't want him just yet."
"Sure no worries." I mumbled.
"You are pretty tough aren't you? Maybe I can use you after all." The demon grabbed my chin. I gritted my teeth.
"Get away from me." I tried to jerk my head away.
"You think about her don't you?" I tried to hide my confusion of the sudden change of subject.
"Who?" I asked carefully.
"Your mother of course. You were just a newborn when she left." Now that was pretty low bringing my mother into this. "You wonder if she thinks about you, what she look like, why she left. Daddy never told you about any of it but that's how John is." I tried to keep my cool. I knew he was just messing with me. It was just head games. The response of 'go to hell' was on the tip of my tongue but considering this was a demon it didn't seem appropriate.
"My father told me everything that I needed to know. My mother walked out." That was the story that dad had told me. The demon cocked his head at me.
"Let me let you in on a secret. Your mother was a whore. Daddy was lonely one night and had some extra cash. Nine months later here you are, a beautiful little bundle. Mommy couldn't have a baby in her line of work so she dropped you off at Daddy's doorstep. I would say that you might not be in the right family but you have Daddy's nose so…" The demon trailed off shrugging.
"That's not true."
"Daddy doesn't love you. Your just a responsibility to him." The demon taunted. "He won't ever love you like he does with Dean and Sam, the children of his one true love." I have had enough. I could barely wiggle my fingers but with the amount I could move them I tried to reach for my phone. "Trying to call for help? Who you going to call? Dean? Let's talk about him."
"Let's not." The Demon came over and ripped my phone from my pocket. He gently laid it on a table.
"You or Sam. Who would he save if he had to choose? Probably Sam because Sam is his full brother and your just some daughter of a whore."
"Stop it."
"But on the other hand, your Dean's baby sister and he protected you from that big mean bad guy." He was mocking me. I hated that. "Oh well. I have had enough fun for one day." The demon let me go but not before pulling me up higher up the wall. He squinted his eyes. I felt the sharp, hot pain run down from my chest to my belly button. The demon let me drop to the hard concrete floor. He kneeled in front of me. "Tell your brothers I will see them soon." Then he was gone. I put a hand to my stomach I pulled it away to see blood covering it. I slowly crawled to the table for my phone. I pulled the table down and caught my phone as it fell. After hitting number one on my speed dial I waited.
"This is Dean…" Stupid voicemail. I hung up and hit number two. One ring, two ring, three ring, four ring.
"You've reached Sam…"
"Dammit Sam." I tried Dean again then Sam. Still no answer. "What the hell." I mumbled trying to call Dean again. I was losing a lot of blood. I looked at the pool of it next to me.
"Hello?" Dean finally answered. At this point I was extremely light headed and was on the brink of passing out.
"92 Hamilton St. 3rd floor. Hurry." Everything went black.
Dean has a fear of planes, Sam fears clowns and me its hospitals. The smell, the sterile white walls, the noises, the machines, and the people, everything about it. Just walking into one is enough for me to get clammy hands, tightening of the chest, rigid breathing. So waking up alone in one was enough to send me into a full blown panic attack. My heart rate went wild. I attacked the nurses that tried to calm me down, calling them every mean name in the book. They were about to sedate me when Dean came rushing into the room. It took Dean thirty seconds to do what the nurses had been trying to do for the past ten minutes. All it took from Dean was a firm hold of my hands, some eye contact and a "It's OK I'm here." And I was set. The nurses started to file out of the room while Dean grumbled something along the lines of, Told you I should have been with her.
"What happened back there?" Dean asked pulling up his chair as close to the bed as he possibly could. He might was well just sit on the bed with me. I looked around the room.
"Where's Sam?" I asked franticly looking around the room. I tried to look out into the hallway.
"He's getting some coffee and food. What happened?" Dean repeated. I debated on weather or not to tell him the truth. I knew that I should. He would probably figure out a way to fix it. Dean looked at me expectantly. I was about to tell him when Sam came into the room carrying on armload of food.
"Thank God your awake. You lost a lot of blood." Sam paused and looked to Dean. Dean shook his head.
"What aren't you telling me?" My voice was bit hoarse, probably from the fit I threw.
"You lost a lot of blood. Doctors said when you loose that much it could cause brain damage. They got you a blood transfusion so hopefully you will be fine." Dean explained.
"Hopefully?" I asked trying not to panic.
"They have to run some tests now that your awake to check everything out." Sam sat down next to Dean.
"Fan fricken tastic." I mumbled not thrilled by the idea.
"You will be fine." Dean assured brushing some hair out of my face. He was being nurturing which meant he was nervous as all hell.
"I hope so."
The doctors ran every test they could think of to make sure I was all right. Waiting was the worst of it. My room was silent I could tell my brothers were deep in thought. Who knows what they were thinking about. A knock at the door pulled them out of thought.
"I just went through all your tests and everything looks fine. No visible damage to the brain or other permanent injuries." The doctor flipped through my chart.
"So when can I leave?" I asked already ready to get going.
"A few days. You're still a little weak but after that you should be fine."
"Thank God." The doctor offered a smile and left. "Hey Sam can you get me a soda?" I asked saying anything to get him out of the room.
"Are you sure you want a soda, not a water or even juice." Leave it to Sam to be difficult.
"I'm sure." I said with a little more force in my voice.
"But with everything you've been through maybe water or juice would be better."
"Sam just go get her a soda." Dean knew I needed to talk to him alone.
"Ok." Sam reluctantly left the room.
"What is it?" Dean asked leaning in a bit.
"I came face to face with a demon."
"A demon?"
"Yeah but it wasn't like any of the ones we have come across in the past."
"What's so different about this one?"
"It had yellow eyes." Dean looked at me shocked.
"Did it talk to you at all?" I kept my eyes on the door.
"It wants Sam and it will stop at nothing to get him."
"Why Sam?"
"I think it has something to do with his bizarre visions." I explained waiting for Sam to come bursting in at any second.
"What else did it say? Does it know where Dad is?" Dean asked, panic was dripping from his voice.
"Just stuff and if it does know where dad is, it's not saying." Dean started to pace to the room frantic.
"Do you think it's the demon that killed Mom and Jess?" Dean asked whispering. That thought never crossed my mind.
"I don't know maybe."
"We don't tell Sam until I figure this out. I will call Dad and tell him. He will know what to do." I thought of Dad.
"Dean, does Dad know I'm here in the hospital?" He stopped pacing.
"Yeah. Sam called him."
"Do you think he will come?" Sam had really bad timing because before Dean could answer Sam back to the room.
"I know you said soda but I got you juice anyways. Look its apple your favorite." Sam put my straw in my juice for me.
"Thanks Sammy."
Like the doctor promised, I left the hospital a few days later. As expected Dad never came hell he never called. I was depressed about that. Dean had been on edge since I told him about the demon. He was desperately trying to get a hold of Dad without Sam knowing about it. Let's just say that Dean and I were not the most fun people to be around.
"What the hell is up with you two?" Sam asked from the passenger side of the car.
"Nothing." Dean and I snapped at the same time.
"That answers it." Sam said glancing out the window. Silence. "I can't take this anymore. Someone needs to start spilling."
"Dad's an ass." I blurted out. Sam spun around in his seat. I met Dean's gaze in the rearview mirror.
"Why do you say that?" Sam asked.
"In the past couple weeks two of his kids have been in the hospital and there has been nothing from him. No calls no nothing. God knows I tried to call him several times when Dean was in the hospital and you called him when I was there." Sam looked down. He almost looked guilty. "You did call him right?" There was no answer. "Sam? Dean said you called him." Again silence.
"I never called him." He replied sheepishly.
"Pull the car over." I demanded. Dean didn't slow down. "I said pull the damn car over!" I screamed. Dean sighed and pulled over to the side of the road. I got out of the car slamming my door.
"Aidan!" Sam called after me.
"How could you not call him!" I yelled at him.
"I knew he wouldn't call back or even come so I didn't bother." Sam tried to defend his reason for not calling Dad.
"So you just didn't call." I shouted throwing my hands in the air.
"I thought I would save you the heartache." I scoffed at that. Before I knew it my fist collided with Sam's face. Sam held his face stunned.
"It didn't work." I kicked dirt at him before walking back to the car.
A/N: I have been waiting for the perfect opportunity to have Aidan punch Sam in the face. Don't get me wrong I love Sam to bits and pieces but I just it was appropriate for the story. Next Chapter: Papa Winchester makes his first appearance!!!!