Please enjoy this chapter. I'm sorry it took so long for me to post it. But this is the only time I got to update. Sorry if it's not on the best set. P.S. This story is going to be in two different POV's Christina's in non-bold and Pete's in bold. These first two chapters are going to be in Christina's POV while the next two are going to be in Pete's. Also in chapter three, it's going to show Pete in his apartment before going to work during which Christina is already at the hospital just so you know.
Chapter Two: Family Feud
I sat out in the hospital parking lot. My mind raced with mental images of my brothers cut up, bloody and broken, made my stomach once again twist uncomfortable. I hated not knowing things from them. I cleared my throat as I climbed out of my car and headed towards the hospitals front doors and walked up to the receptionist who was currently on the phone.
"Yes I understand," she said into the phone she raised a finger saying she was going to be with me in just a minute. I tapped my fingers nervously on the desk as I waited. I could almost hear my brother Sam chuckle beside me saying 'patience was never your strong suit', and I would glare at him because I knew it was true. "Alright thanks." The nurse with a smile placed the phone on the receiver.
"Yes, I'm here to see two of your patients." I smiled hoping it would cover my nerves and worries.
"Names?" She asked turning on her monitor. And I saw the familiar patient info files and I licked my lips.
"Sam and Dean..." I closed my eyes trying to remember what name they said they were going under for the last week, "Miller." I said I hoped it was the correct name.
The nurse typed wildly on the computer and I heard a soft ding sound. "Sam and Dean Miller...Do you know what they're in for?"
"Car accident," I said as I looked over my shoulder as I heard the front door open. Another group of people walked in carrying baskets and get well cards the nurse nodded and they walked past heading towards the elevators.
"Yes, here they are." I felt a relief as she smiled at me. "They're both in room 414." she gave a soft chuckle. "They refused to be separated."
"That's my brothers for ya." I said with a chuckle forming in the back of my throat. "Thanks." The nurse nodded and handed me a visitor badge. As I placed it on my shirt I felt my phone begin to vibrate in my pant's pocket. "Hello," I said as I walked towards the elevator and pressed the up button.
"Just wanted to see if you've been in to see yer brother's yet." Bobby's voice echoed slightly in my cellphone.
"Just got in the elevator to see them. I'll send you pictures." I said as I pressed the 4 button.
"Yeah, Dean will love that." Bobby snickered which in turn made me smile too. "Just keep me posted once you get up there."
"I will." The door dinged and opened on the fourth floor. "Talk to you later Bobby." I quickly hung up and walked down the hall keeping an eye out for room 414. I took in a deep breath when I stood just outside. My mind buzzed with what I could possibly see, before I gripped the doorknob and twisted.
The room was dark as the lights were off and the curtain was drawn over the window and the first person I saw was the nurse who was checking the vitals and writing them down on the clipboard. She heard the squeak from the door and turned her head. "Can I help you?" She asked her smile seemed to light up the room.
"Is this where Sam and Dean Miller are?" I asked.
"Christy?" The weak voice of my brother Dean made me closed my eyes and push back the tears. "What are you doing here?"
"I'll leave you guys alone." The nurse smiled as she left. As soon as the door opened I got a good look, or as much as possible with the dim light just above Dean's head, to see what shape he was in.
Several large gashes stretched across his face down his left side that were closed with stitches and butterfly bandages. His right eye was swollen and his right hand was hung loosely above his bed. His hair was matted down and not in his usual spike he that would take forever to get right, and his nose looked slightly crooked.
"What the hell happened to you?" I whispered trying so hard not to look at him with pity. But it was really hard. To me, my older brothers were superman flying in to save me in the nick of time before getting out with just minor injuries, and I could tell by the look on his face he wasn't happy letting me see him like this either.
"Took a nasty accident." He said trying really hard to sound like his usual smart ass self. It made me smile just slightly. "Where's Sam?"
I looked around the room and I saw my other brother, Sam laying fast asleep in the bed beside Dean just on the other side of the curtain. "He's asleep right now." I said walking over and sliding the curtain aside letting Dean see for himself that I wasn't just trying to make him feel better.
"Not that I'm not happy to see you, but why are you here?"
"Bobby called me and told me you were in an accident." I said walking over and sitting on the edge of his bed. "I had just gotten done with my case and I decided what the hell, my brother's more important then sleep." I felt a yawn start to tickle the back of my throat but I managed to push it aside.
Dean's green eyes narrowed as he looked at me. "When was the last time you slept?" He asked his voice cracking slightly. I stood up and carefully grabbed a cup of water and helped him drink some. "Thanks." He mumbled after downing the entire cup in a single gulp.
"Who's there?" Sam's voice sounded just as weak as Dean was when I first walked in the room. I was instantly at his side as he tried to focus on my face trying to comprehend me standing there.
"Hey Sammy," I said a little bit more pity then when I was talking with Dean. "How you feeling?"
"Christy?" He answered with another question. I guess he didn't hear my last question as just then I heard the loud speaker calling for a doctor. "How long have you been here?"
"Just a few." I answered looking over at Dean who was trying to press the buttons to sit up further. I had to keep my chuckles down to a minimum since I knew how much they hated being stuck in hospitals. "Got a question, what case were you guys working on?"
"We were just heading to California for a case, but got side swiped by some maniac in a car." Dean answered as Sam began to sit up. It was then I noticed his left leg in a cast and he also had his fair share of cuts and scraps. He also had a bandage across his chest and all the way down his stomach.
"So you weren't on a case yet?"
"Not really. We had a possibility of one but Sam there said it wasn't our deal, so we left and now we're here."
"Shut up Dean," Sam barked wincing as he moved his bed into a more comfortable position. "All I said it wasn't anything we need to worry about since it didn't involve us." He was glaring over at Dean while I was standing there looking at both of them glare at each other.
"They invited us to a barbeque. We could have gotten free food while we looked around a bit, but, no. We had to leave and now look where we are."
"Enough both of you!" I screamed holding the bridge of my nose with my hand. A small headache was starting to form behind my eyes. "You both need to not try and kill each other and play the blame game, which we all know is a stupid game to begin with. I'm going to go get some coffee in me, bring up your stupid laptop and I'll do some research on this case, you," I pointed at Dean my eyes flashing, "claim there is. If I can't find anything then I'll sign you guys out, get you back to South Dakota, have Bobby deal with your dumb-asses while I go and fix your car."
They both went silent as they usually did when I was angry. "Okay." They both said at the same time but they still sat and glared at each other.