"Will you cut it out?" Jocelyn growled at the boys.
For the past week the boys had gone out of there to be nice, they were puppies, eager to please and completely annoying. Every time she went to leave the car one of the boys would open it, every time she went to step on the curb one of them was holding her hand and every time she tried to tell them to stop they would just get worse.
"It's dangerous around here." Sam said, trying to convince her to allow him to hold her hand.
"It's dangerous every where!"
Dean cupped a hand on her shoulder. "You should be more careful."
"Stop it!" she turned to face them. "You really need to stop it. I might be pregnant. Might. Just because I might be pregnant doesn't mean you should attach yourself to me. I'm fine."
"But…"
"Would you have done this a couple of months ago, before what happened?"
"I don't…"
"Answer the question." She demanded.
"I don't know." Sam hung his head low and Dean frowned.
"Now, I'm going into the hospital to get checked, I want to be sure but I don't want you with me." Sam looked momentarily sad. "Not just you, Sam. Neither of you."
"Hey…" Dean started.
"No! Go sit in the car for Christ's sake!" she yelled, drawing the attention of several people.
Dean and Sam stayed behind as Jocelyn turned to face the hospital, it loomed, tall and white, almost blinding her, sunlight glinted off the wide bay windows of each room and danced on the pavement a head of her. Frustrated, she stormed away from Dean and Sam and got to the door before she felt a twinge of guilt, she probably shouldn't have yelled at them they were only looking out for her health. Looking back only once, she waved to the boys and strolled through the double glass doors that had electronically opened to admit her. It was deathly quiet, mostly because this was the lobby and not the emergency room, nurses dressed in colorful scrubs strolled with carts while doctors examined charts. It seemed like a scene from E.R. She walked over to the nurse's station and looked down at the overweight blonde sitting behind the counter, the woman was looking at her computer, her glasses slightly askew on her round face, her brows knit together in concentration. It was obvious that the woman was either ignoring her, or didn't know she was there, Jocelyn was betting on the latter.
"Excuse me?" she said tentatively.
"Yea." The woman's voice was gruff and rubbed her already shot nerves.
"I have an appointment?"
"What doctor?"
"Dr…" she looked at the slip of paper in her hand. "…Hasreal?"
The nurse looked at her clock and grunted, she waved her hand down the hall to the left. "He's the second to last room on the right."
"Thank you."
The woman grunted and went back to staring at the screen of her computer, somehow this whole thing didn't seem real, like it was a dream and she was slowly moving through the fog. But it was real and Jocelyn was feeling the every slightest twinge of regret, Sam should be here, he should be here to know about his baby, suddenly she wished that his hand was there. Trembling, she walked away from the nurse's station towards the end of the hallway her legs felt like rubber though and eventually she had to sit on one of the rubber and plastic covered chairs. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number. Sam answered on the third ring.
"I need you in here…" she whispered.
"Jocelyn? Are you okay?"
"No… yes…. No, I need you to come and be with me." She said, her voice shaking.
"Okay, I'm coming in right now, where are you?"
"Left after the nurse's station with the frumpy woman."
"Is everything okay?"
"I don't know."
"I'll see you in a minute, okay?"
"Okay."
Jocelyn was shaking now, it was like the fog of her fantasy had faded, leaving cold hard reality in it's place, she had been raped and now she was having his baby and on top of that Sam was all of that. No…. Sam didn't rape her, Sam tried to help her, it was the demon who had raped her. Her heart was a dull thud in her chest, her face was pale and drawn when Sam came over and knelt in front of her, he placed a hand on her face, curving it to her cheek. His face was concerned.
"Joce? Are you okay?"
"It's your baby." She said softly.
"You're pregnant?"
"I don't know. But you're right, if you are it'll be my baby, are you okay with that?"
"Yea, it wasn't your fault."
"Joce, do you want to come in with you?"
"Yes."
"Where is it?"
"That door."
Jocelyn pointed to the door diagonally across from them, it was slightly ajar and they could see that someone was walking around inside.
"C'mon." he said and took her hands.
They felt warm in her hands, comforting and calloused, lightly she squeezed his hands as he led her towards the door, he stopped just before the door and turned to her.
"Are you gonna be okay?"
"Yea."
Sam leaned forward and kissed her forehead softly, she shook and leaned into his embrace, tentatively he wrapped his arms around her and waited while she took her comfort.
"I think I'm ready."
"Okay." He whispered and opened the door.
The room was sparsely furnished with the usual counter covered in jars filled with various things, a large, narrow bed covered in white paper and two chairs, the wallpaper was a dull pink with faded roses and vines and magazines were screwed the wall. It seemed to exude Sparta and accomplished at further lowering her spirits.
"Ms. Duboi?" the man inside the room said.
"Yes?"
"Are you ready to begin your examination?"
She smiled steadily. "Yes."
He peered at the chart. "You're here for a pregnancy test?"
"Yea." She replied, holding Sam's hand tight in her own.
"Okay, so just go sit down on the table and your… friend can sit in the chair there, we'll begin the exam in a little."
"Thank you." She said softly.
30 Minutes later (I just want to get to the results)
Jocelyn felt horrible, the examination had been a test of her ability to keep from crying, several times she had felt like she could break down and cry, especially when he touched her or smiled her in that infuriating way. But he was gone now and she was alone with Sam, his hand still wrapped warmly around her own but she could tell he was tense and nervous.
"Are you scared?"
She hesitated before answering. "Yes."
"I can't imagine." He whispered to himself.
"Everything will be okay, I swear."
Sam leaned forward in his chair and looked at Jocelyn full on in the eyes, he stroked the inside of her wrist with his thumb, feeling the cold skin and madly beating pulse, her eyes were filled with dull fear and frustration. Sam suddenly felt the irrepressible urge to kiss her, when her vulnerability was full on and she couldn't fight him. What the hell? Where did that come from? Visions of her sweet lips filled his mind, memories of that night and brought him to full awareness, ripping up the wounds that Sam had sown shut.
"Ma'am?" the doctor opened the door with a click.
"Yes?" Jocelyn turned away.
"I have your results, would you like them now?"
"Yes, please."
The doctor entered the room and took a seat on the gray roller chair, peered at the chart and looked up at them.
TBC!
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A real cliffhanger, eh?