Demons and Lovers
Disclaimer: This is my version of the past present and future of the Winchester boys and other characters none of which I own.
Chapter 8
"We are so happy that you could fit us in for a consultation today Dr. McTierrney. My husband and I have been trying to get pregnant for a while and your clinic comes so highly recommended we just had to give it a shot."
"What my wife is trying to convey doctor is that we are looking into all of our options and wanted to get a good overview of your clinic before we get, well hopeful." Dean mentioned miffed that Stacy wasn't following orders.
"I understand Mr. Nelson, and it's always a good idea to look at the whole picture before taking the final step. What diagnosis has led such a young couple to seek help for fertility problems?" The doctor asked a slight frown marring his brow.
"Well I had to undergo treatment for Cancerous growth on one of my thyroidal glands, the doctors told me it wasn't serious enough for chemo, but at the last minute the insisted on it just to be sure." Stacy explained.
"And you are sure the chemo left you sterile, and there is no chance it could be something else?" The doctor began.
"What else could it be Dr McTierrrney?" Dean replied for Stacy.
"Often times the body can repair damage done even after chemo, however I find that most fertility problems stem from the genetics of the males."
Stacy tried not to laugh as she watched Dean squirm in her peripheral vision.
"I doubt there is anything wrong with my guys. In fact I am almost positive the work overly well."
"So you've conceived before?" The doctor asked.
"Ah, no but…" He broke off as Stacy coughed slightly to cover her laugh at Dean and this whole situation.
"I don't mean to imply anything Mr. Nelson but we must checkout every aspect of compatibility in regards to fertility. That being said you definitely came to the right place, as our success rate is 97%. We have seen many cases here ranging from improbable to impossible and have most often seen results within a six to 12 month range."
"97%. That's a very high percentage how do you gain results like that? Not that I'm implying that your clinic is anything but above board, it's just I've never heard of that high of a success rate." Stacy explained, her feeling of suspicion increasing with every word.
"We use an all natural and totally organic lifestyle plan with our clients as well as the progressive strides we have made in fertility enhancement. Our clinic is state of the art in every aspect, and we also try to provide couples every amenity while they stay here and go through the procedures. With that said you can understand why we are very exclusive when it comes to clients and we do require that said clients meet certain levels of..."
"If you are talking about the cost Dr McTierrney, I assure you money is no object when it concerns the possibility that I could have a child. I do however question the security here when researching this clinic, mention was made of the high spike in homicidal activity in the area, what steps are you taking to ensure protection?"
Dr McTierrney smiled gently, "Mrs. Nelson as a client her you would never have to worry about your safety. There have been a few over dramatized incidents in the town that is true, but it's a very small community where news very quickly gains momentum."
Dean smiled a tight smile. "That is good to know."
An hour later they left the clinic, Dean's eyes were glazed over from the lecture in new age fertility methods.
"After that explanation I will never look at chicks the same way again." Dean said a shuddering.
"So once you get your sight back you're switching teams, are you?"Stacy teased with a smirk.
"That will never, never happen."Dean replied in a tone that brooked no argument.
"On another note, can you believe how the good doctor answered my question about the murders? I expected him to finish by patting my head and handing me a lollipop. He smiled at me like I was an idiot."
"Yeah, I noticed something was wrong when you dug your nails into my knuckles. I'm never holding your hand again."
"I was totally calm, cool, and collect. I know my poker face was impeccable even if you couldn't see it."
Dean grumbled about his hand the entire ride back to the motel, until finally she turned to him.
"Would you like some cheese to go with that whine?" Her tone was extra caustic as she waited for his reply.
"No." He said with a little pout. "Unless that cheese includes a hamburger in which case I will gladly take you up on that."
Stacy sighed, accepting defeat, as she led him back into the motel room. "Fine you stay here and I'll go get some burgers."
"TV?" Dean muttered hopefully from his seat on the bed.
Rolling her eyes Stacy turned on the TV and tossed the remote onto the bed beside Dean before she headed out of the room. The sun was close to setting leaving the small town bathed in a fiery orange light. Stacy moved to quicken her pace to the burger shack, it would be dark soon and she didn't want to be out alone. The place was definitely a shack, once, probably in the fifties this place must have been something, but the hand of time and dwindling business had left their mark.
She stepped up to the deserted counter where two teenage boys were chatting behind the counter. They immediately stepped forward to help her, overeager to get her order and a good look over. A few minutes later Stacy had the food and drinks in hand as she headed back to the motel. The light was rapidly receding taking the warm evening air with it. Stacy cursed herself for forgetting her jacket as it got cooler.
This town was so small and quaint, hardly the place you would think a killer entity. Every one of the stores on the street was closed for the night, leaving the street deserted. Things were just too quiet. The lone sound of her sneakers slapping the pavement was almost deafening. It made her feel even more alone and as she walked down the street she could was acutely aware of something or someone watching her. She paused, glancing over her shoulder only to find no one there. But after only a few more steps the feeling returned. Turning to her right she came upon a dark alley. She stared into the darkness knowing instinctively that someone was looking back.
"Anastasia" a voice, deep and alluring called out from the darkness.