Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Supernatural. They are all Kripke's creation.
Characters thoughts are in italics.
This story is set some time in Season 2.
Thanks Shannon for your beta work !
Chapter 9
Dean's eyelids fluttered before slowly opening. His eyelashes passed before his eyes in slow motion. He felt something on his left shoulder. His drowsy green eyes drifted to his shoulder. A sling. Moving his head to the left, he saw Bobby. His green and white cap partially covered his face as he slept. He turned towards the window. Shalimar's back was facing him as she stared at the night sky. Panning right, he was surprised to see his little brother lying in the bed next to him. Sam's eyes were closed. His chest slowly rose and fell. His color looked better.
His voice sounded raspy. "How's Sam?"
Bobby stirred and Shalimar walked toward him.
A gruff voice answered his question. "Sam, still hasn't come out of the coma but his vitals are improving."
Dean nodded and shifted uncomfortably in his bed. "How long have I been out?"
"Since last night," Shalimar replied while pushing the call button.
Dean's brows rose in surprise. "You mean I was out the whole day?"
The vampire shook her head as a nurse's voice beamed over the speaker. "How can I help you?"
"Dean's awake."
"Okay, I'll let the doctor know."
A few minutes later the doctor shuffled in.
Dean glanced her way.
She looks like Helen Slater did in Supergirl.
The doctor checked his vitals. "Hi, Mr. Cooper. I'm Doctor Shaver."
The young man plastered a charming smile on his face. "Dean."
Doctor Shaver returned his smile. "Okay, Dean. You are one lucky man. The bullet nicked your brachial vein. I was able to repair the damage. It will be several weeks before you will be able to use your shoulder. You will probably have to do some physical therapy. Do you have any other questions for me?"
"Nope."
"I'll check back with you later." The sound of her dress shoes hitting the floor gradually faded into the distance.
Dean yawned. His eyelids felt so heavy. It was a struggle keeping them open. He finally lost that battle and succumbed to sleep.
Shalimar tiptoed over to Bobby. "Why don't you go freshen up? I'll keep an eye on the Winchester boys," She whispered.
"I'll be back in a half hour." The seasoned hunter stood, stretched and left the room.
As Bobby boarded the elevator, the other opened. Out stepped two detectives. One of the detectives was tall and thin with short black hair. He looked as if he was straight out of the police academy. The other was short and stout with salt and pepper hair and a mustache. They headed to Sam and Dean's room.
Shalimar met them at the door. "Is there something I can help you with?"
They eyed her suspiciously. "That depends. Are you the one that brought in Dean Cooper?"
"Yes. I'm Shalimar Jones."
The tall detective spoke. "I'm Detective Fitzroy and this is my partner, Detective St. John. We'll need to speak with you and Mr. Cooper about the shooting."
She briefly looked at Dean and then returned her gaze to the detectives. "Dean's sleeping right now but I'll be happy to answer some questions but I'd prefer to go somewhere else so we don't wake him.
Detectives Fitzroy and St. John followed her to the empty waiting room.
The older detective started the question and answer session. "So what exactly happened?"
Shalimar was quiet for a moment while pondering what tale to weave. Then she spoke.
"Dean and I went to get our cars and as soon as we pulled into the woods, someone started shooting at us."
The detectives exchanged puzzled looks. "Why would someone just start shooting at you for no apparent reason?"
The vampire shrugged. "I have no idea. All I know…" She began to cry. "I thought we were going to die."
From the looks on the detectives' faces, they were buying her performance.
Detective St. John reached into his pocket and handed her a handkerchief.
She dabbed her eyes. "Thank you."
"Are you okay to continue?"
Shalimar nodded.
"Did you get a good look at the shooter?"
"I was too busy ducking."
Shalimar rose. "Can we finish this another time? I would really like to get back to the Coopers?"
The detectives stood. The veteran detective, St. John, handed her a business card. "If you remember anything else, give us a call."
"Sure."
"When Mr. Cooper wakes up, we'll be back."
Shalimar shook her head and forced a smile. "Have a good night."
"You too."
They walked down the hallway to the elevators. When the elevator finally arrived and the detectives left, Shalimar breathed a sigh of relief.
Hopefully that was enough to pacify them. I'll have to make sure I tell Dean what I told them.
She ambled to the Winchesters' room. Both were still asleep. Shalimar settled into a lounge chair and kept vigil over the Winchesters while she awaited Bobby's return.
Author's note: I am unsure how well I did with the medical stuff. I tried researching gunshot wounds but my research didn't discover how gunshot wounds in one's shoulder are handled. If anyone has any good medical resources, let me know. The detectives names are the last names of two of my favorite vampire characters, Mick St. John and Henry Fitzroy.