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Wicked

He sat in the small uncomfortable chairs waiting. In fact he had been sitting in the small plastic uncomfortable chair for at least an hour. Where was this bloody doctor? He sighed. How hard was it to go and grab the doctor?

"Excuse me miss?" He stood and made his way over to the nurse's desk. The red hair old nurse raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yes sir? Can I help you?" she asked.
"I asked to see the Doctor who handled the Callie Winston case." He flipped her his badge and smirk. She nodded.
"And I paged him."
"And?"
"And he will get here when he can." And with that she turned back to the computer. Dean held back a growl and ran a hand over his face.
"Listen here lady I am an FBI agent. This case is something I need to wrap up ASAP. You not getting off your arse to go and get the doctor like I asked is an obstruction of justice!" he snapped. The red haired bat opened her mouth to retort when a soft voice came behind them.

"Is there a problem here?" Dean turned around to see a tall, greying man in a doctor's coat. He had plain green eyes hidden behind thin wire glasses and a look of confusion written on his face.

"Dr Greene. This… man…" the nurse started but Dean interrupted her.

"Agent Hudson FBI. Are you Dr Simon Greene?" he asked flashing his badge. The Doctor frowned and nodded.
"I am. How can I help you Agent?"
"I need to ask you a few questions about a possible patient of this hospital. A Miss Callie Winston. You might not remember her… it was a fair few months…"

"I remember her. I was her primary doctor. Why would the FBI be looking into her?" He frowned at him slightly.

"There have been quite a few savage animal attacks in these parts. We are just following up to make sure it is 100 percent an animal and not some crazed lunatic." Dean grimaced. The lies fell so easily off of his tongue.
"Fair enough. Do you mind if we walk and talk? It's the first break I have had all shift and I am in desperate need of coffee." Dr Greene asked. Dean shook his head.
"Lead the way Doc." They walked in silence for a few minutes until it became too much for Dean.

"So you were her primary doctor?"

"Miss Winston was a… difficult case. We honestly thought she was dead on arrival. The amount of blood and wounds…" Dr Greene swallowed thickly. "To be honest in my thirty – six years as a doctor I have never once seen injuries quite as extensive." he grimaced and shook his head. "No one believed she would survive." He turned the corner and entered the cafeteria. He made his way to a sad looking coffee machine and held up the half empty jug at him. Dean shook his head.
"Don't blame you. Not the best but better than paying four dollars for a cup of hot milk." Dr Greene poured himself a cup and moved over to an empty table. The cafeteria was mostly empty bar a few people woofing down sad looking salads and a nurse dozing off against the wall in the corner.

"Sit down boy." He eased himself into the seat with a groan. "I love my profession but I do wish it wasn't as hectic."

"Can I ask what they were?" He didn't really want to know but he felt like he needed to know. Dr Greene frowned and put down the cup of coffee.

"She had a skull fracture, right eye socket broken, nose broken and cheekbone cracked, broken arm in three places, dislocated shoulder blade, four broken ribs, right side of pelvis cracked and right leg broken as well as multiple lacerations including extensive lacerations to her right rib. She also suffered severe head trauma and was in a coma for 6 weeks. We tried to contact her next of kin but they had either passed or ignored the call." He recalled almost in a monotone. So many injuries! How was she still alive? Dean sat back and took a shaky breath. He never should have left her!

"Any…anything else?" he asked. Dr Greene sighed and also leant back.

"Memory loss due to severe head trauma poor thing. Knew everything right up until about 5 years ago." Deans heart sank. Five years? She alive but couldn't remember him. She wouldn't remember their life together or the supernatural. She had finished the degree only a few months after they started dating. His second chance suddenly vanished in front of his eyes. He was so lost in his self-pity that he almost missed what the Doc said.

"She also suffered a miscarriage." The world suddenly stopped. Did he hear right?
"Wait, what?" Surely he had heard wrong. There was no way!
"She was 12 weeks pregnant at the time if the attack. The trauma was too intense and many of her injuries were situated around the torso that the foetus had no chance." Dr Greene pushed his empty cup away and sighed deeply. Dean ran a hand through his hair. 12 weeks? Was it his? Then his mind flashed to a memory. She was so violently ill for two weeks straight. His dad hadn't been happy but Dean refused to leave her. He remembered the smile sickly smile she gave him as she stroked his cheek and whispered thank you... And that morning, the morning he left she said she had something to tell him. Was that it? That he was to be a daddy? Oh god what he had done?!

"Tell me something son, The FBI isn't really looking into this are they?" The Doctor suddenly asked. Dean jolted and began to quickly protest but Dr Greene held up his hand.
"Son, I have been the barer of both good and bad news to many people for many years for many different reasons." He leant forward and looked at Dean over his glasses. "A man simply investigating and not emotionally connected does not cringe at the thought of the victim the way you cringed just then. And they certainly don't have that look in their eye."

"What look?" Dean asked, trying to hide his emotions.

"The look of total devastation and heartache at the thought of failing to protect those you love." Dr Greene said simply. Dean felt the air catch in his chest. He cleared his throat and looked away. The doctor had spot onto him. He had well and truly failed her. Not only was she injured, she almost died. Their baby…their innocent unborn child was killed. How could come back from his?

"You're not here for the FBI are you?" Dr Greene asked. Dean shook his head, refusing to look back at the Doc until he had completely control over his emotions. The guy knew obviously, there was no need to hide it now.
"Family?" the doc asked. Dean nodded and cleared his throat again. He could feel the burning in the back of his eyes.
"Only family she's got left." He mumbled.
"We didn't have your number on file otherwise we would have called." Dr Greene leant back and crossed him arms.
"I was…ah...overseas on an assignment. I had no idea what had h…happened." He stumbled over his words. He felt like he couldn't breathe and the walls were closing in on him. He was the reason she had been attacked. All those injuries…could have saved her. The images of covered in blood began to flash past his eyes. His chest got tighter and tighter. He reached up to loosen his tie. She couldn't remember him! She could have died! Their baby!
"Breathe, Agent Hudson just breathe." A large steady hand rubbed circles on his back. "It will be okay. You just have to breathe." The doctors calming voice rang through the bloody flashes. He got a few shuddering breaths and found the wall began to expand out again. He didn't know when or how the doctor moved to stand behind him but at this point he was incredibly grateful.
"You're experiencing a panic attack. You need to calm down and breathe slowly and deeply. It will all be okay." It wouldn't be okay though. She doesn't remember him! She doesn't remember the road trips, the hunts, and the cherry pie that she made whenever she heard the tremble of a particularly bad hunt in his voice. He clenched his fist and tried to focus on the doctor. Slowly the tightness in his chest released and his vision stopped flashing red. He took a shuddering breath and nodded.
"Sorry." He mumbled, licking his lips. The air flowed easier now and the walls had gone back to where they belonged.
"Don't apologise." The doctor patted his back once more before returning to his seat. They sat in silence for a few minutes. Dean looked up.

"Is there any way I can have the address she put down?"
"She didn't remember an address. Only that of one in Wisconsin that we followed up on and called and no one she mentioned lived there anymore. She had no idea where she came from or where she lived or what she did." Dr Greene shook his head.
"Well then where did she go?" Dean asked frowning. Surely they would have had records on where she went?

"She discharged herself against medical advice. We hadn't found anyone to collect her and legally the only thing we can do is advise against it. We can't keep them here. I guess the knowledge of everything was too much. As soon as she could stand without falling over she ran. ". He shook his head sadly "She was a sweet girl. All she wanted was to know who she was and where she belonged." He took off his glasses and rubbed his eye.
"I feel for her. All this time here with severe injuries and no one to check in or claim her or help? It's rough." He replaced his glasses and looked at Dean.

"So what now?" He asked.
"Now I go and find her."
"She won't remember you though." The doctor warned. Dean's eyes hardened and Dr Greene couldn't help but smile a little bit. If anyone could find Callie, it was this man here.
"Doesn't matter. It's Callie. She deserves someone to fight for her." Dean stood and held out his hand for the doctor.

"Thank you for your time" He said.

"Good luck" Dr Greene shook Dean's hand and then leant back. "If anything happens don't hesitate to come back." Dean nodded once and left the depressing cafeteria.

Once outside, Dean took and deep breath and ran his hands over his face, his tough man façade falling apart. What the hell had he done? He's left her. The only woman to ever love him and he love her and she had gotten attacked and almost killed! And their baby! Their innocent baby was now dead. He mentally shook himself and walked over to his car. What the hell is wrong with him? Dean climbed into the car and leant against the steering wheel. She must have been so scared. She didn't know why or how or what was going on, had no one. She alone in finding out she was going to be a mother and no memory of the father. Of him. And now she was gone in the wind. Missing without a trace. What had he done?!

He pulled out his phone and called his dad. It went to message bank. Of course it would cause god forbid if his father actually answered the damn phone!

He hung up and threw his phone into the passenger seat. He didn't even know where to start. Her parents were dead no siblings and an elder grandmother in Iowa who was put into a home three years ago due to Alzheimer's disease. There were friends in her home town of Wisconsin that she barely spoke to. She hadn't lived there since her parents had died when she was eight. Or would she even just stay in Colorado… although that didn't seem like her. She ran from places that held bad memories something about bad ju ju. She literally could be anywhere. He needed to find her. Even if she didn't know who he was he needed to see her with his own eyes. Make sure she was okay and alive. It was his fault she had been so brutally attacked. First thing first though...he needed to find out what it was that attacked her.

A/N: Please read and review. I honestly would love some feedback even if it is just to say you like or hate it.

Wicked