So I am finally back, sorry about the long wait on this one. With the finale episodes, me getting sick and other random stuff going on here I couldn't manage to get this done when I wanted to. But here it is, and I promise to update sooner from now on (it will be easier now that the finale is a thing of the past and we have a whole summer to go through). It is the longest chapter I have ever written, and I think it was worth it!
This is more of a filler-chapter as I wrote an homage to all of my good Supernatural friends that I have made throughout my first year as an addicted fan. If you don't find your name in this one I apologize, but I want to let you know that you guys mean a lot to me, and it is because of you if I am here today writing this fiction. The story will be back to its regular action after this one so in hopes that you don't give up on this story because I decided to do this random chapter. Enjoy!!!
Lucia McGregor was a normal night shift nurse at the Alexandria's General Hospital. She had been working the same shift on the same floor for over ten years now and had been used to the routine. The 30 years old nurse loved the routine; she was probably one of the few nurses on crew that did.
She came in at the usual time, wearing purple lilac scrubs with white shoes, closing up her locker door as she placed her nametag on her top. She tied up her hair in a messy braid, knowing that it bugged the hell out of her when she tried to help a patient and her hair would get in the way. She took her lunchbox in her right hand; she would put it in the fridge of the staff's dinning room on her way to the floor and waited patiently for her friend at the door.
"I swear Tara; you take more time getting your hair up than a supermodel. The patients don't give a crap what you look like!"
A dark haired woman came out from behind her locker room door, a hair brush in her right hand. She narrowed her eyes at Lucia who couldn't help but smiled back at her.
"It's not my fault I can't get my hair in a perfect braid without looking into a mirror!" The younger woman sighed as Lucia came to her rescue. Tara had began to work at the hospital just over five months ago, and still wasn't used to the whole "life outside the books" like she would say. She was just over 22 and was one of the youngest nurses on staff, but Lucia had welcomed her with arms wide open and Tara had felt at home immediately.
Lucia took a few pins and within thirty seconds she had Tara's dark hair up in a perfect ponytail. The girl smiled as a thank you while Lucia took her lunch in her hands again.
"Alright now, let's go before we are late and Agnes kicks our asses." She smiled and both women went.
…
When the women arrived at the station everything seemed quiet. Too quiet, Lucia thought to herself as the daily shift nurses were finishing off their reports and getting ready to leave. There were four nurses sitting down, not saying a word and the atmosphere felt like a high school physics exam.
"Oooh, tough crowd… what the hell happened to you people?" asked Tara as she sat down in the last free chair and took one of the patient's report book.
"Nothing unusual… just a major POed Agnes" told a young nurse as she handed a file to Lucia. Her nametag read 'Danielle', a tall nurse with wavy light brown hair. She was the tallest on staff and she wasn't afraid of showing it when needed.
Tara gave a snappy, scared look at Lucia before looking at the others and said another word. "Is she still here?"
"Nah, she left about fifteen minutes ago. Doctor Martin sent her home before she would attack anyone." Danielle spoke casual has she took her jacket from the back of a chair and put it over her shoulders.
Lucia opened the file and read the name of her first patient of the night. "Sam Turner?"
"Our newest patient" said Danielle.
"And one hell of a hot kid too…" the day shift crew all giggled and blushed as one of the nurses winked at everyone.
The day shift ladies all waved and said their goodbyes as the night shift took over their roles. Lucia read the file that she had in her hands: the guy had been in a serious farm accident and was now in a coma. The report had all the medical details and Lucia knew that she would have to attend to the man at least once every hour. Without any more words she exchanged the file for her notepad, walked to the room door and opened it quietly.
xXx
Dean had wondered why the minutes felt like hours for so long that he couldn't think about the existence of time anymore. He needed food, a shower and sleep so bad he thought he could crash at any moment. The adrenaline had worn off ever since Sam had been admitted in the hospital, and he had started to wonder if he would ever get it back. It didn't matter at this point; all he wanted was Sam to be awake and kicking it like he used to.
He had sat in his chair by the side of Sam's bed ever since he had been allowed to stay, ignoring Agnes's grunts every time she came in. The last time she had come in to check in on Sam Dean's tiredness had already taken over him, and he couldn't take hearing the old lady sighed as she saw the man sitting at the same place.
"You want an autograph with that sigh?" Dean finally asked her as he rubbed his tired eyes.
The old lady didn't say a word as she kept to her work. She had just gone through a bad day already with every other nurse on staff giggling about her patient and his brother. Dean understood that he wasn't the most liked towards older people; Sam usually was, but the laser eyes were on a whole new level of hatred towards Dean and he didn't even know why.
But the night had finally come, and Dean knew that there was no way Agnes could hold on for another check up. He didn't dare look at his watch, knowing that there was a slight chance that the time would have been the same it was thirty seconds ago and decided to wait until the door opens to find out if he would have to go through another five minutes of silence treatment.
Dean heard the door open a while later and he heard steps coming in. The lights were off except the small light above Sam's head and Dean had trouble seeing who had come in. He finally saw a taller figure than Agnes, only making it official that the old woman was long gone for at least twelve hours. The woman finally appeared under the small lighting, and Dean saw that she was wearing purple scrubs. She wrote down Sam's vitals signs and other random numbers on her notepad until she quickly looked up and jumped.
"Oh shit!" she screamed as she dropped her pad on the floor, her right hand automatically going to her heart. Dean jumped at her reaction too, blaming the sleepless 50-something hours he'd just been through and the lack of caffeine.
The lady picked up her notepad, pulling her bangs behind her ears and checking out her pulse. Dean enjoyed the entertainment, smiling for the first time in what felt like days. The light might not have been the brightest but Dean could still see her cheeks burning red.
"I take you are the new nurse? Did Agnes have a heart attack?"
Dean didn't try to take offence as the nurse only gave him a smirk in return. She finished writing up what she needed and closed down her notepad and headed to the door without saying a word. Other than the conversations with Agnes Dean had to admit that this conversation rated in one of the most awkward conversations he ever had.
Little did he know that on the other side of the door the nurse with the purple scrubs was fanning herself with her notepad.
xXx
The night went on and after a few check ups Lucia had finally gotten used to seeing someone else than the patient in the room. She had felt like such an idiot for acting like a fan girl on speed. She had nicely introduced herself during her second check up and she had also kept Dean up on Sam's state. She had even brought him coffee on her next visit, stolen from the nurses' lounge, as she knew that he wouldn't probably get any sleep until his brother would wake up.
The hours went on, and Sam's state didn't change. While changing his IV Lucia took a moment to look at her patient: she could have sworn that the guy was simply asleep as he looked so peaceful. Whatever he was dreaming of must have been happy thoughts.
"I know it's not my business," she said as she got all of her things to get ready to leave "but you should have some rest. We can set up a cot for you if you'd like."
The man who had introduced himself as Dean smiled and she felt her heart melt: it was the sweetest smile but yet so tired and broken. "No thanks. I don't want you to waste your time on something I won't need."
Lucia could not do anything else but nod. She saw the man's eyes looking back at his brother without another word and she understood that it was her cue to leave.
xXx
Dean was sitting leaning forward, his elbows on his knees with his right hand under his chin. He didn't believe in the whole "they hear you" crap the nurses and doctors told him and yet, he needed to talk to Sam. It had been almost a day since everything happened as he looked out the window as saw the sun slowly rising, and even though Sam was "there" he missed him. Everything was going great and he had screwed up in just one second. He would probably never forgive himself for putting Sam in such trouble.
He had even started to think summoning Castiel and ask him to help his brother, but he had already put him on the search to find Anna. One year ago he would have told anyone that there was no such thing as angels and Heaven, but he felt so desperate at the moment that he needed to believe in them right now. All he wanted was Sam up on his feet and better. Screw the hunting, screw the seals: Sam was priority number one.
His thoughts were suddenly disturbed by the room door opening. Dean looked up and saw Lucia wearing her jacket, carrying a food tray in her hands.
"I-" she tried not to drop the tray as she almost tripped. "I brought you something to eat. I know that you haven't eaten since you've been here so…"
Dean could not help but to give her a smile. "Is that so? Any chance I might find a cheeseburger on that plate?"
Her cheeks were burning red hot and Dean almost wondered if she was having a fever. She handed the tray to him and he placed it on the night table next to him. "Thank you, Lucia."
She grinned at him, waving with her right hand. "My shift is over. Agnes will be in soon. I strongly suggest that you are gone by then."
Dean frowned at her last words. What the hell? "I'm not-"
"Dean," she smiled "I'm not telling you to run away and never come back. You need rest, a shower and you need to get out of here. You should go take a walk or maybe a drive around the block… When Agnes is pissy she can be your worst nightmare."
Dean scoffed "Trust me, baby, I've seen worst."
Lucia raised an eyebrow at him but didn't reply about his comment. "Sam is not going anywhere. I'm sure he would want you to take at least an hour off guard duty and get yourself cleaned up."
Dean looked at Sam for a moment; of course that's what he would want. But Dean didn't want to get out; he wanted to stay with Sam and be here when he wakes up, although Lucia had a point. He was still in his yesterday clothes full of dirt and blood and he was hungry like a horse. He looked at the food on the tray: burnt bacon and smelly eggs but decided to give it a try.
Lucia smiled and waved at him one more time. "I'll be back tonight. Have some rest." Dean had his mouth full as she closed the door behind her.
xXx
It had taken Dean all of his courage to finally get up of his chair and left the room. The hallway seemed busy and his goal was to not interfere with anyone unless needed. He took the empty tray with him to the reception counter where he saw two ladies searching up for something on the computer.
The lady who was sitting down looked up at him: a nice brown haired woman named Heather who gave him her a smile. "Can I help you, Sir?"
Dean placed the tray on the receptionist's table. "Yeah, I'm looking for Doctor Lang."
Heather looked at her friend, black haired woman who wore a black long sleeve shirt under her pink scrubs top. She looked at her watch before looking up at him and Dean was happy that for once there was a woman on this hospital wing that didn't have a heart attack at the sight of him. "She should be in soon. You are?"
Dean pointed at Sam's room door. "The patient's brother."
"Ah, I see…" The nurse stood up from her kneeling position, totally checking him out. "We'll tell her that you are looking for her when she gets here."
Dean nodded. "I'm going out for about an hour; I need to get some things from my car."
"We'll tell her the message." The nurse smiled at him and he headed to the exit door.
"Oh my God! Look at that ass!" Dean heard the nurse whisper.
"Al! Please! You are worst than a cat in heat!" came Heather's response.
xXx
As much as Dean wanted to get a warm shower and at least an hour of good sleep in a bed, he couldn't help but to feel like it would be wrong of him to leave. This was so out of character for him, he told himself, as he kept repeating to himself that usually he would be the one lying in a hospital bed, trying to find a way to escape.
This time it was different. He had to put that much info in his thick skull and move on. Dean reached a public phone and dialed Bobby's number, trying to get a hold of the old man to let him know about the situation, but no one had answered on the other end. He stood outside the door to Sam's wing and looked around him. He figured that he was in the emergency's waiting room; the room filled with old people and parents with their children. He wanted to get back to Sam, but he knew that Agnes would be back soon and he couldn't dare try to upset her this early in the morning.
Dean's thoughts were suddenly put to a stop as he felt something hit his leg. He quickly looked down and saw a little girl; she had to be about six years old, running around with a friend. Both girls were wearing hospital gowns and were barefoot, but it didn't matter for them apparently as a lady with a lab coat came in to stop them.
"Katie and Nina come back here!" the lady said with a short breath. She had been running after them for a while now, he though to himself as he helped the woman by grabbing both girls when they past next to him.
"Thank you, sir." the doctor said, smiling "I don't know where they find this type of energy in the morning, but they can make you run sometimes." Dean did not know what to reply, or even what had just happened. Both girls went to the doctor's sides and took one of her hands. "You two are ready to head back to your room or do I have to call security on you again?"
Both Katie and Nina giggled as they look at her and then left for the door to where Sam's room was.
"I'm Ana, thanks again for helping me out with these two. Are you here to get examined?"
Dean shook her hand as everything came back to him. "No, erm… I am actually looking for Doctor Lang."
"She should be in her office upstairs. She usually doesn't come down until eight thirty so you might as well go see her up there then."
Dean scratched the back of his head and Ana quickly understood why. "Oh, right. Follow me then. We'll go through the pediatric's wing, where I work, so I can make sure the two little devils are back in their room."
He followed Ana back inside, noticing Al and Heather still at the reception desk staring at him. What the hell was wrong with the women in this hospital, he wondered to himself. He may have not noticed it before, but this was just how women reacted around him. Back then he wouldn't have given one cent of a damn but today everything was different, like he noticed things he was blind from before.
Ana brought him to another door at the end of the hallway and got in another department. It was much quieter in this room as he saw nurses going around with notepads, just like Lucia had done when she would come in the room. Dean could not help but to look in the rooms as he passed by, looking at sick kids who had probably just gone through operations or were getting ready for one. He leaned against a door frame after Ana asked him to wait for her while she had to go in the nurse office for a moment. He didn't dare look inside; seeing a sick kid made him remind of his little brother lying in a bed right now. But he couldn't help but to hear the little sweet kid voice inside the room as he said a familiar name.
"Nurse? Will Sam be okay?"
Dean's heart caved and he had to look inside the room out of instinct. It was then he saw the nurse talking to a little boy. The kid had to be no older than five, Dean thought as he saw him holding the patient's hand asleep in her bed.
"Samantha will be fine, Zack. She just needs her rest for now. Where is your mom?"
The little boy had been crying a short while ago, and he still sniffled as he talked. "She said she'd be back, went for some coffee I think."
Dean was still watching the scene when Ana came back. She got in the room, asking the nurse some questions about Samantha's condition. She also talked to Zack, asking how he was or if he had been staying here all night again.
"You know your mom was worried when you decided to hide in the bathroom to stay with your sister" she had told him when she kneeled down in front of him. The little boy smiled and Ana got up again and whispered in his ear. "Make sure you keep an eye on your sister, and on nurse Lynsey too; who knows, she might even get you something from the cafeteria."
Ana left the room, smiling, and Dean knew he had to follow her. He was amazed at Ana's words and couldn't help but to wonder if all the doctors in this establishment were as down to Earth as she was. They kept walking towards the end of the hallway, to where the set of stairs was before they ended up walking in front of the playroom where a few kids were sitting on the floor playing with blocks. It was then he noticed it…
"What the…"
Ana stopped a few feet ahead of him. "What is it?"
Dean instinctively walked inside the room, to a little girl who sat in a rocking chair. She was reading a book, and Dean couldn't help but to notice the cover of it. When the girl saw him she looked up for only a moment and then continued reading.
"Hey," he told her, not knowing how he had gotten in front of the little girl.
When she didn't answer, Dean continued. "I'm Dean, what's your name?"
The girl didn't answer again, but Dean didn't give up. "You know, my brother used to have the same little book when he was about your age. He loved that book. I don't remember how many times I've read the story for him."
"Kristen, are you ready?" came a voice behind Dean. He looked up and saw not only Ana watching him from the door frame, but another nurse.
"It's Kirsteen!" the little girl finally said loud, almost making Dean lose his balance. Her eyes quickly went back to the book.
"Ready for what?" Dean could not help but ask.
"She's having her tonsils removed today." the nurse replied. "Come on, Kirsteen. Your mom and sister are waiting for you."
The girl, pouting, did not move a muscle, and Dean only could smile back at her attitude. She probably loved the book as much as Sam had, he thought to himself as he saw her flip to the next page.
"How about I make you a deal." Dean saw Kirsteen's eyes looking at him. "I'll keep the book with me until your operation is done. Then you'll have it back when you wake up."
The girl was hesitant for only a moment but gave in, giving the book to the man. She gave him a smirk as he got off her chair and followed the nurse outside the room.
"I believe you have the magic touch. Even Lucy was surprised." Ana told him as he got up and followed her to the stairs.
"It was nothing."
"You call that nothing? You're like the kid whisperer or something."
Dean couldn't help but to laugh as he hear the nickname. He never thought possible that one day he would be called something like that. He knew that he wasn't the best with kids, but remembered Michael, Ben and Audrey for a quick second before realizing that he only did his best to make sure they were okay.
When he finally reached the office door Ana set off back down the stairs as her work was impatiently waiting for her. Dean knocked on the door and heard a slight "Come in" from inside. He opened the door to see Doctor Lang writing in some document.
"Mister Turner, I hope the night wasn't too hard for you."
"I've had worst, thanks." Dean knew she could notice that he hadn't slept, but he had been right: Hell had been far worst.
"I was just about to head down to Sam's room, actually. I see Agnes kicked you out."
"I just needed to take a small walk, and wanted to know how he was doing." Dean didn't want to stay off topic for long.
Doctor Lang smiled. "Well from what I've heard he's doing fine. I haven't seen him yet but his report shows that he's been stable all night." She got up and walked to Dean's side of the desk. "You should give him some time, Dean. After all, he is recuperating from his injuries."
Dean did not know what to reply. It was true that while Sam was lying in that bed that his serious injuries were also getting better. He was impatient to see Sam open his eyes again, but if this was for the best…
"Come on, I'll show you the way to the room?" Doctor Lang offered.
Dean nodded. "You know, I never got your first name."
"Oh, right." she laughed. "It's Melissa."
xXx
Dean was barely gone fifteen minutes and the things had suddenly become a circus. Melissa had explained to Dean that there must have been an accident and they heard "Doctor Ranquist" to the emergency room. Melissa told Dean that she had to go downstairs to see if they needed any help and left him off in the middle of the crazy hallway.
He decided to walk along the walls when he saw a little family coming his way. He noticed Kirsteen sitting in the chair, being pushed by who he thought was her mother. A little girl was walking at Kirsteen's side and kept asking the woman if she could push the chair.
"For the last time, Rimi, you are too short and you won't be able to see in front of you. You might hit someone." The woman replied as she noticed Dean walking by. She wondered for a second why he had smiled at her oldest daughter as he showed her a book he had in his hands.
"Lisa?" said a voice behind Dean. He stopped walking, leaning on the wall to watch the scene unfold. "We're ready for Kristen."
"It's Kirsteen!" the little girl cut in, making Dean laugh.
"Thank you, Teresa." the mother walked away from the chair giving it to the woman with the lab coat and watched her oldest daughter head to the operation room, holding onto her youngest.
It was after only a few seconds that he noticed the mother staring at him and only then did he realized that he was needed somewhere else. He walked towards the door out of the pediactric's wing as he felt the woman eyeing him, but he didn't bother turning around, knowing that he had to head back to Sam's room.
Coming into the wing he saw Heather at the reception desk, this time talking to another woman. Dean noticed that the pace had picked up even in here as he saw the nurse who was with Heather, Joaquina from her nametag, heading to the room next to Sam's. Heather gave him a smile and he returned it, wondering if the woman would live through the day. Her cheeks were burning red and Dean asked himself if she was doing high pressure or something.
When he finally returned to the door he promised himself that the next time he would be coming out of this room was when Sam would be awake and ready to go. Not that he was scared or anything, but everything had seemed so out of character for him. He sat down in his chair again, looking at the small book; the same he had gotten Sam on Christmas over twenty years ago and couldn't help but wonder what Sam was dreaming about at the moment…
I know a lot of you are expecting to meet Dean's kid soon... don't give up on your dream just yet! Also coming up soon: Devon is back with his vendetta!!!