Chapter Four

That evening, Maggie sat down on her large, soft beige sofa, handing Dean a glass of juice,

"No beer…?" He grumbled,

"Not with your meds." Maggie said seriously, "And…if I can't drink beer then you can't either!"

"Damn it…I hate this!" Dean growled, "Sam and Lola are out there on a hunt without me! What if they need my help?"

"I think that they're both perfectly capable of surviving without Dean Winchester for one night…who knows…maybe they'll discover that they share a love for something really random…like…flower arranging?"

"Could you really see Lola into flower arranging?" Dean scoffed,

"Dean…can I ask you a personal question?"

"Uh…how personal?"

"It's about Lola."

Dean raised his eyes to the ceiling and let out a little sigh,

"Why not…?"

"Are you and Lola actually ever going to…get it together?"

"Meaning…?"

"Are you…I mean…have you two ever…"

"Oh God…" Dean muttered, rolling his eyes,

"Oh c'mon! We're both adults here!"

"Yes…and you're my sister and this is a really uncomfortable conversation."

"I don't want the intimate details! I just want to know I…I don't know…I think you guys would be really good for each other and…"

"Maggie…" Dean began slowly,

"Yeah?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Oh! You so have!" She gasped, "Ew…not in the car I hope…"

"Uh…no."

"…" Maggie shifted awkwardly, "Uhm, drink?"

"Hey! You can stop looking at me like that!" Dean snapped, "You asked."

"Drink?!"

"I'll stick with what I've got thanks."
The two fell into an awkward silence before Maggie took in a long breath and looked over at him with a frown,

"How comes she didn't tell me?"

Dean shrugged,

"I don't know."
"How many times?"

"Oh my god Maggie!" Dean growled, "Just stop talking about it!"

"So we put these bags of…herbs in the four corners of the shop." Lola asked cringing as she held the small brown patch to her nose.

"Yeah, we have to put them directly into the walls themselves." Sam answered as he rummaged around the trunk of the Impala.

"Okay and how exactly are we going to do that?"

"I am going to kick holes in the walls and shove the bags in." Sam answered before shutting the lid of the trunk.

"And you…get to stop stuff from hitting me in the head." He continued, holding up a baseball bat.

"Awesome." Lola nodded in agreement, taking the bat from Sam.

The two edged up to the door, looking through the glass. Taking hold of the handle, Sam took in a deep before looking at Lola, "On three…" He whispered, Lola prepared herself, tightening her grip on the handle of the bat, "…one…two…three!"

Lola burst through the door, Sam following behind, keeping his head down ready for a wrench to fly at it his head. But nothing happened, the room was still and silent.

"Okay." Lola drawled. "Maybe they left." Just then a saw came hurtling at her head, she ducked just in time.

"Whoa." She growled, "Bring it on bitch." Holding the bat at shoulder height, Lola readied herself.

Keeping close to Sam as he moved to the corners of the store, Lola struck the sharp dangerous objects as they flew at her heads, knocking each one clear out of the way.

Glass jars and novelty mugs hit the bat, spitting glass and ceramic shards every ware, cutting Lola's knuckles as she swung with relentless force. They ran towards the last corner, Sam's foot struck the wall repetitively with a thud, "Are you okay!" He called over his shoulder, barely audible over the smashing and clanging of broken objects.

"Yeah I'm fine, just get that stuff in there!" Lola replied without removing her gaze from the poltergeist's attack of tools.

Finally Sam's boot broke through the boards in the wall, he frantically pushed the small leather pouch into the hole, grazing his hand on the splintered wood. Suddenly a strong flash of light surged through the room, knocking Sam and Lola off their feet. Shielding their eyes from the blinding light, the two hunters listened to the eerie screech of the poltergeist as it faded away.

Finally the brightness dimmed and the store fell back into darkness. Lola slowly lifted her head from under her arms, scanning the room for any movement. "Sam you okay?" She asked breathlessly.

"Yeah I think so." He replied looking up, but staying flat on the floor.

"I think it's clear."

But to be sure the cautious hunters kept low as they carefully made their way to the door. When they crawled out and onto the street dawn was about to break but a heavy mist filled the air. Quickly piling into the Impala, Sam drove off before they were seen by any of the locals.

Dean stood amongst the stacks of boxes, looking around the large room that was pretty much empty savor for the cardboard cubes. He moved towards a box, pulling it open and was about to start unpacking the nursery things when suddenly Maggie called out;

"Dean…"

"Yeah?"

"Get down here. NOW!"

Dean dropped what he was doing and bolted for the staircase, running down them so fast he skipped several steps as he moved down them. He ran into the kitchen where Maggie was, pouring them a drink each,

"What is it?" He asked, breathlessly,

"My water's broke."

Dean looked down to see a glass at Maggie's feet. He sighed,

"That's okay…" He dismissed, "I'll get you another one."

"No," She answered slowly, "It's happening now!"

"What is?"

"I swear to God…" Maggie breathed, steadying herself on the kitchen counters, "Don't ever have a child of your own…Dean….hospital…now!"

"Oh God!" Dean panicked, "Crap crap crap…uh…keys! Ah! Sam's got the car!"

"What about Lola's truck?" Maggie asked,

"She didn't bring it. Where're Matt's keys?"

"Uhm…" Maggie looked around the kitchen, "By the door…I think…"

"Okay…right…let's go…" He said, putting his arm around her shoulder and shuffling her towards the front door, grabbing the keys to Matt's four by four as he did so.

Helping her into the car, Dean ran around to the driver's side, slamming the door closed behind him, he started the engine, tearing out of the car park,

"Dean! Be careful!" Maggie scolded, "Don't kill us before we get there!" She exclaimed before let out a cry in pain, "I don't like this…" She sobbed before another wave of agony hit. Dean pulled his phone out of his pocket, attempting to dial whilst driving, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Maggie screeched, as the car swayed and screeched as it veered into oncoming traffic,

"Calling Matt." Dean said bluntly,

"Dean Winchester! PUT THAT PHONE DOWN OR I WILL SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!"

"Okay…okay…putting the phone down!" Dean sighed, "Demons…werewolves…spirits I can handle…pregnant women…now that IS scary!"

With a great amount of difficulty, considering his broken arm, Dean helped Maggie into the emergency department of the hospital,

"Uh…help…?" He called out half-heartedly as a couple of nurses appeared to help Maggie into a wheelchair,

"Dean…" Maggie whimpered, turning in the chair to reach out for him, "I'm scared."

"You'll be fine." He soothed,

"Come with…"

"But I…" Dean trailed off before nodding, swallowing hard, "Okay…I can do this…" He mumbled, following after her, "What could be so hard…?"

Suddenly Maggie reached over and grabbed onto his hand tightly, causing him to yell out as she crushed his hand with all her strength. A Doctor stared at Dean warningly, making Dean stifle his scream and only whimper a little.

Sam and Lola wandered down the maternity hallway,

"What room number did that nurse say…?" Lola asked, peering in through a glass window in a door, "Ew…" She mumbled, "Not that one…at least…I don't think it was…I've never seen Maggie at that angle so I wouldn't know."

Sam laughed softly, shaking his head,

"I don't remember…" He sighed, "Was it fifteen?"

"OUT! GET OUT! OUT! OUT!"

The pair looked up as a few doors ahead; Dean stumbled out of a room,

"What?!" He snapped into the room, holding his arms out either side of him, "All I said was that it couldn't be THAT hard!"

"Dean…?" Sam asked as he and Lola approached cautiously,

"Hey guys!" He beamed, "Uh…how'd it go?"

"Great!" Sam smiled, "Looks like we got shot of it."

"Awesome…you guys okay? You look a little banged up." He asked, touching Lola's cheek, "You've got a scratch."

"I got to hit stuff." Lola said simply, "I'm gonna go and help Maggie." She said, slipping passed Dean and into Maggie's hospital room,

"Dude…that was…" Dean breathed, leaning heavy on Sam's shoulders, "Scary ugly…" He sighed, resting his head on his brother's shoulder, "Don't ever let me do that again!"

"Do what?"

"Leave me with a pregnant woman!" Dean growled. Sam smirked and shrugged,

"Who knows? Next time…it might be yours."
"Uh," Dean laughed, "I think not. I am WAY too young to be doing that sort of thing!"

"You're twenty-eight." Sam snapped, "Anyway…the poltergeist is gone…all is right with the world for now."

Both stopped to stare at the door as another sobbing scream, high enough to shatter windows came from Maggie's room,

"It's gonna be a long day, huh?" Dean asked as he and Sam settled into seats outside, cringing at every scream and sob.