I honestly think this is one of my worst end chapters ever! I'm sorry for being down on myself. But this is the last chapter I know it could go on, but I don't want to continue. Sorry for that. Please comment and enjoy regardless.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not own by me. But this story kind of does...but it also belongs to my friend Biensche since it has her OC in it.
Chapter Seven: Payback Reunion
I sat at the cafeteria table staring at my phone debating whether or not I should call her. It had been four months since I saw her last. Four months of her saving my family from a vengeful ghost. Four months when my life was saved by some little girl that knew my life wasn't over. I felt strange not calling her. But the one question that never crossed my mind during those four months was did she love me. I knew the answer to that already. She wasn't a heartless person but she didn't love me. Did I love her? Was I just foolish for caring for someone who didn't care about me that way?
My shift ticked slowly by, and I was dragging my feet out the front doors of the hospital heading towards my car. I gave a little chuckle as I remembered when I had to leave my car off the side of the highway four months ago. How I had to beg and plead my sister to come all the way to my mom's house to pick me up only to have to drive all the way back. But she was happy to do it, as most older sister's should for their younger siblings.
I climbed into my drivers seat and leaned back debating if I should go to my mom's or my apartment. I felt my stomach clench uncomfortably as I turned my car on and headed for my apartment. As I stopped at the traffic light I flipped around and headed for my mom's and my stomach relaxed. Why did I need to go this way? I thought as I drove down the now safe from ghosts highway. As I drove to the spot I had found my car, where I had to climb into her car and drive to the hospital I saw a red car off the side of the road all four tires in the air.
I grabbed my phone and quickly pulled off dialing 911 quickly. I jumped out of my car and my stomach flipped over once again as I saw someone hanging upside down glass and debris scattered around the figure as I bent down to check to see if there was a pulse. The pulse was weak. Blood slid down the figure's face. Broken bottles of booze littered the ground. This person drank and drove?! I thought disgusted. But then I recognized the long blonde hair. The thin scar just above the left eyebrow. The necklace with the three gems on the silver chain.
"Hello, anyone there?" I stared at the woman who I recognized as Christina Winchester. The woman who risks her life everyday for people like me and my family, from the supernatural. From things that nightmares are made. "Hello? Are you needing assistance?"
"Yes...sorry." I said snapping back to reality. "I'm needing an ambulance. There's a woman here that is injured. Looks to be in a drunk driving accident." My mouth was moving faster then my brain. I was confused as to why she would have done this to herself. "Please hurry." I didn't hang up just set my phone down to try and extract her carefully from the upturned vehicle. I was happy she had the good sense to buckle up as I knew she would have been in a worse shape then before.
As I pulled her from the vehicle her cellphone that was now on the roof of the car began to vibrate. The name Dean lit up the screen. I licked my lips letting it vibrate some more before I had her laid out on the street. I reached back in and wrapped my hand around her cellphone and hitting the answer button.
"Fuckin' 'bout time you pick up! Where the hell are you?"
"Uh...This is Dean right?" I asked.
"Who the Hell is this? Why are you answering my sister's phone?" There was worry in his voice. The same as when he asked about his brother after their accident.
"Sir, your sister's going to be fine. She's just been in an accident. She was drinking and-"
"That, stupid Bitch!" He snarled. I could tell that he cared for his sister by the way he was starting to bark orders at another person, possibly his brother. "Thanks for getting to her."
"Not a problem." I said and turned to look down at her. She was already starting to move again. Her eyes were fluttering open. I dropped her cellphone not caring if her brothers were still on the line and forgetting completely of the operator on my phone. "Calm down Christina." I soothed gently stroking the hair from her forehead. She stiffened as if my touch was electric. Her eyes opened and she stared at me. Her hazel eyes were slowly twisting into fear. She was scared.
"You...you're..." Her voice cracked as she tried to say the words that were clearly bothering her. "How can you...be alive?"
"I don't know." I said and I knew this was a cliche for saying this but it had to be said as I started to hear the distant whine from the sirens. "But now...we're even."