18
In the morning we went into town so that I could get proper clothing. I purchased a couple of pant suits, skirt suits and a few blouses in varying colors and a pair of sensible heels and made my legs look pretty good.
Back at the hotel after lunch my phone rang.
"Denise Cavanaugh." I answered and brought my forefinger to my lips to silence the guys in the room with me.
"Dr. Cavanaugh, it's Dr. Fuller."
"Good afternoon, Dr. Fuller, but you can call me Dee. I don't yet have my doctoral degree yet, so not a doctor."
"As far as I'm concerned you're a doctor." He said kindly. "You've done some excellent work with these files, very detailed. I think you will be very helpful here as these cases seem to carry some relevance with cases here. I look forward to working with you. Now, Dr. Carlson said that you would be bringing them in. Do you know when exactly?"
"Tomorrow. They've agreed to meet with me and follow my advice to see you. I'm actually getting on a plane in an hour or so. I'm not exactly sure of what time, but I promise you we will be there tomorrow."
"Excellent! I look forward to meeting you in person and working with you. I'll see you tomorrow, Dr. Cavanaugh."
"Thank you, Dr. Fuller. I'll see you tomorrow."
I hung up and the guys looked at me expectantly. "What?" I asked.
"We all set for tomorrow then?" Dean asked and I nodded.
We went out for dinner and went back to the hotel room. I spent the night with Dean and he made sure to demonstrate his love for me as well as his gratitude for my hard work on the case. I fell asleep in his arms, blissfully.
I was up before Dean and in the shower. I put on a skirt suit, the jacket hanging on a hanger beside the other suits I had purchased as I tucked in a light pink blouse. I left the top few buttons undone, no reason not to show a little sexiness to entice Fuller into trusting me more.
I dried my hair and twisted it up and clipped it up, off my shoulders, just for the professionalism look.
I headed out of the room and Sam and Dean were all dressed and ready.
Dean looked up from finishing his boots, "Alright, I'm pretty sure this is like a fantasy here. Doctors don't look as hot as you, babe."
"Yeah, he's kinda right, definitely never seen a doctor that looks like you." Sam agreed.
I slipped the heels on and smoothed the skirt down. "Thank you, both of you. Are you both ready?"
"Yeah." Sam said.
"Alright, could you grab the garment bags and put them nicely in the trunk, please?" I asked.
Sam nodded and got up to do what I asked. I had purchased a more professional laptop bag just for this and moved my laptop into it and set it on the bed. I grabbed the blazer for the suit and put it on, leaving it unbuttoned.
Dean grabbed everything else and we headed out. I drove the two hours to the hospital. When we got there I smoothed my skirt down and buttoned my blazer over my blouse. I fixed my hair and slung my laptop bag over my shoulder.
"Alright, so is there anything else I need to know before we go in there?" I asked Dean.
"A fellow hunter of our dad's called this in. His name is Martin. Aside from that we aren't sure what we're dealing with."
"Okay, follow my lead on this, please?" I asked both of them.
They glanced at each other and then turned and nodded at me. We headed toward the entrance. I went straight to the nurses station right through the entrance.
"Can I help you?" the nurse asked.
"Yes, I'm Denise Cavanaugh-"
"Oh, yes, Dr. Cavanaugh, Dr. Fuller has been expecting you." She handed me a clipboard with a pass card attached. "I just need you to sign that paper there and the card it your access card." She handed me a ring of keys. "These are for you as well. According to Dr. Fuller you are granted full access to everything and every patient unless they are undergoing therapy treatment or in lockdown. Aside from that you have full access." She smiled widely as I handed the clipboard, minus the pass card, back to her.
She motioned me around, where I had to use my card to open the door. I let the guys go in first and she led me to Dr. Fuller's office.
Fuller stood up to greet me and shook my head, "Dr. Cavanaugh, I presume."
"Please, you can call me Dee."
"Oh, no, I've seen your work and with the insistence of Dr. Carlson, you'll be called Dr. Cavanaugh while you're here. Are these the brothers?"
"Yes, this is Eddie," I motioned at Dean, "And Alex," I motioned toward Sam. "I'm sure everything else you already looked through."
"Yes, your files were very thorough. I'm looking forward to having you here to help out. It'll be nice to have someone so... highly esteemed by all her professors." He flattered me, his eyes trailing over my body. I pretended not to notice.
"It's a pleasure to be here."
"Will you be staying in a hotel, because we could always provide you with a single room here, if you would like and didn't mind."
"Actually, that would be perfect. I hadn't thought about where I would be staying."
"Great. We'll get the brothers check in and let me show you to your office and you can get to work."
Dr. Fuller placed his hand on the small of my back as he led me down the hall. "It's not extravagant as you deserve, but it's what we could offer you."
"Oh, I'm sure it's perfect. I really appreciate this opportunity, Dr. Fuller." I replied playing my part as well as I could.
"Oh nonsense! It is I who appreciates your presence here." He pointed to a door. "You'll find the key on your key ring. The nurses will be happy to retrieve any patient files or patients for you. I'll also be sure that the nurses know to get a room ready for you. Now, I'm afraid I have some business to attend to, so you'll have to excuse me. But perhaps we could talk more later?"
"I look forward to it. Thank you." He shook my hand one last time before heading out.
I took the keys out of my blazer, finding them labeled easily for me. I found the office key for me and opened the door. The office was a bit smaller than his. It had a couple of bookshelves along the back wall, filled with medical texts. A metal desk with an office chair and two chair on the other side for clients/patients. I set my bag down and found a badge with my name on the desk I attached it to my blazer.
I knew that the guys would be busy for at least an hour as they were being processed… I also knew that it was an unpleasant process and hoped that the guys would forgive me for not explaining it to them.
I headed out into the nurse's station. They all smiled welcomingly at me, except for one who eyed me and walked away quickly, but I shrugged it off. "Do you mind if I scan through some files?" I asked.
"Oh, not at all. Dr. Fuller's been very expressive about you having the freedom here. Please, help yourself. If there's anything I can help you will just ask."
"Thank you," I said as she walked away. I looked through the files and found that there was only one Martin. I grabbed his file and strangely enough it looked similar to the fake ones I had made for Sam and Dean. I grabbed it and headed back to my office.
I found a picture of him clipped in the file and decided to find him. I held the file as I walked through the patient lounge areas until I found him. I walked up to him. "Martin?"
He turned and looked up and me and smiled, "That's me!"
"I'm D… Dr. Cavanaugh, would you mind coming with me for a few moments?" I smiled warmly at him.
He shrugged and followed me to my office. I closed and locked the door behind us. He eyed me suspiciously.
"Relax, I'm here with Sam and Dean Winchester." I said softly.
His eyes lit up, "Okay, so where are they?"
"Being… initiated."
"Oh, fun!" Martin said sarcastically. "How'd you get the doctor role?"
"I have the degree."
"Okay, and since when do the boys have a girl with them?"
"Look, you have one of two options here. One, you trust me and talk to me. Or two, we sit here and wait for the boys to be done and then you talk to all of us."
"I'll take option two." He said with a smile.
"Fine. Then we wait." I slid up onto the desk.
"So, you have a doctor's degree and you just gave it up to go with them?"
"No, I have a bachelor's degree and I gave it up for my own reasons. I met the boys after that in Montana. I've met Bobby Singer too. Kinda joined up with them through the very acts of fate."
"You realize this job is full of dangers, right?"
I rolled my eyes. I already knew that the doctor's offices were unmonitored inside. So, I decided to unsheath my dagger. "I never leave home without it." And I sheathed it again.
Martin's eyes were wide in shock, "How the hell did you do that?"
"No, I'm not a demon or angel. But I am a protector of the brothers. It's kind of a fate thing. I'm good with a gun and regular throwing daggers as well. Any other concerns?"
"How about normal people can't pull daggers out of thin air!" He said softly.
"Yeah, well, I'm not normal."
A knock sounded on the door. "I'm with a patient!" I hollered.
"I figured, I just wanted to bring you some coffee." I heard a soft voice say.
I opened the door and a nurse handed me some coffee. "Thank you." I said smiling kindly at her.
"Of course. Also, Dr. Fuller was wondering if you could speak with a patient later today. His name is Ted. Here's his file." She handed me a folder.
"Thank you. I will."
She smiled and walked away. I closed the door and locked it. I flipped the folder open and saw almost exact things as Martin's folder.
"How is it that all the files I've skimmed through seem to have the same things in them. That's… impossible."
"Not in our line of work, sweetheart." Martin said.
I chuckled, "Valid point." I glanced at my watch and figured the guys should be done soon. "Stay here, I'm gonna see if the boys are done yet."
He mock saluted me, "I'll wait here."
I headed out toward the patient lounge which is where they would take them. I found Dean first sitting on a couch. I sat down in a chair beside him.
"Maybe next time you might want to fill us in on the process." He said unhappily.
"Sorry. I found Martin. He's in my office."
"You have an office now? Wow, Dee, you're… uh… really in character here, aren't you?"
Dean smirked, "How was your Silkwood shower?" he asked Sam who approached from behind me.
I stood up and Sam looked… uncomfortable. "Sorry." I said softly as I motioned for them to follow me.
We went into the office and closed and locked the door behind us.
Martin stood up, "Sam, Dean." He shook Sam's hand. "Wow, you boys got big. You look good."
"Thanks," Sam said. "You do too, Martin."
"Uh… Well, thanks for coming." Martin said. "So, she really with you?" he pointed at me as I slipped onto the desk and took off my blazer.
Dean walked over. They all wore the same patient scrubs with slippers and a robe. He sat on the desk beside me and put his hand on my bare knee. "Yeah, she's with us."
Martin nodded, "When did that happen?"
"Don't think that's important right now." Sam said.
"Right." Martin sat down and Sam took the other seat. "In the old days, I could've taken care of this thing with both hands tied behind my back… but, well… now…"
"What do you think it is that we're hunting?" Sam asked.
"I don't know yet. A ghost, demon, monster… animal, vegetable, mineral." Martin chuckled. "hospital's had five deaths in the last four months. Doctor's keep calling it suicides, but they're wrong."
"So, you've seen this thing?" Sam asked.
Martin shook his head.
"Has anyone seen this thing?" Dean asked.
"Yes." I replied. "A kid named Susan. It's why she refuses to take her meds at night. Says they make her sleepy and that's when it comes. She's dead, but Ted here has apparently seen it." I said holding his file up. "Look I can't keep all three of you in here for long without people getting suspicious so you three go and play happy psycho patients and I'll search through files."
Sam nodded and got up, Martin behind him. They walked out making sure the coast was clear. Dean turned to me, "Be careful, alright."
I nodded and he left. I followed after them just looking like I was walking around. Dr. Fuller found me. "Dr. Cavanaugh, you're just in time for morning group, would you care to join us?"
"Of course." I said with a polite smile.
Another doctor walked past me and I felt a shiver run down my spine, but she didn't stop to look at me and I looked up realizing I was under an AC duct and shrugged it off. Sam was with us, but Dean was talking to the doctor I had walked past.
In group, Dr. Fuller sat with the other patients in a circle I walked around and listened. Ted, was being adamant about a monster and how he had seen it eat Susan. Dr. Fuller threatened to bring in the orderlies if he didn't behave.
I stepped in, "Perhaps now would be a good time to speak with Ted in a more… calming environment alone?"
"I think might be a splendid idea, Dr. Cavanaugh. Ted, you're gonna go with Dr. Cavanaugh now and you had better behave for her, alright?"
Ted nodded and got up to follow me. Sam and I exchanged glances quickly. I led Ted to my office and closed the door as I sat behind the desk.
"You don't look like a regular doctor." Ted said.
"And what does a regular doctor look like Ted?" I was totally falling into the role of psychologist and was astounded at how quickly I fell into the role.
"Not like you."
"Alright, can you tell me about this monster, but you have to remain calm, please, or I'll be forced to get the orderlies."
He nodded, "It comes at night. And it feeds on you. Eventually, it eats too much and they die. It leaves them making it look like they killed themselves, but that's not the truth."
I nodded, "Alright, Ted. Can you tell me why you're here?"
He shrugged, "Don't really know anymore. They just keep me here. And I keep seeing the monsters so I can't go home."
I softened my eyes, "I'm very sorry, Ted."
"You believe me, I can see it in your eyes. You believe me."
"Ted, I do believe you. Do you feel calmer now?"
He nodded, and I could easily see in his eyes that he was calmer.
"Alright, Ted, why don't you go and relax now?"
He nodded and got up. I stayed in the office. Something that periodically fed until they died. And what ever was feeding on the patients was literally making their psychosis worse.
A nurse came and showed me to my room. It was a single room in the patients ward, but I had a key to the door so I wouldn't have to worry about being locked in. I brought in my bag, including my revolver, which Dean had managed to keep ahold of when we lost against Lucifer. Not that I needed the revolver any more.
I was walking down the hall when Sam and Dean were standing and talking.
"Back here in one hour." Dean said as I walked past and I nodded.
An hour later, the doctors were gone and a few night nurses remained behind. I was leaving my office and locked the door when I bumped into a nurse.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, hun. Didn't know you were working so late."
"Sorry, I never sleep well after flying."
"Oh, not a problem, just doing my rounds."
"You know what, why don't you go sit down. I know how hard being a nurse is on the feet. I'll take care of the rounds for right now."
"Oh, you don't have to do that, hun. You're the visitor here."
"I've made myself familiar with the hospital. I can manage. Besides it gives me something to do other than sitting and looking at files all night." I smiled warmly as her and placed my hand on her forearm, which was bare and I let the energy flow through to her. "Please, I insist."
She smiled affectionately at me, "Oh, alright, I could use a rest. Just come and tell me if there's anything and let me know when you decide to get some rest so that I can take over."
"Sounds good."
"Thank you."
I nodded as she walked away. I paced slowly down the hall checking each room, like a usual round. The hall was completely empty as I came upon Sam's room, he was at the door, trying to pick the lock. I held up the keys and smiled as I unlocked his door and let him out. We went to Dean's room next.
"Alright, so what do you have on Ted?" Sam asked.
"What ever it is, it's feeding on patients. More than once. But here's the thing: with each feeding the patient's psychosis gets worse, until they eventually commit suicide, at least according to the files." I said.
"Psychosis?" Dean asked.
"Their mental state." I replied.
"Okay, so let's go talk to Ted and see what he knows." Dean said.
"I can let you in, but I can't talk to him with you there. But you can talk to him without me there." I said. "He's in room 306. I've taken over on the nurses rounds so we're clear."
"Damn, Dee, you're on the ball this job." Dean said proudly.
"She's found a new element." Sam added.
"Trust me, I am not adding psych ward to my list of places I fit in!" I said as we slipped out of Dean's room and up the stairs to Ted's room. We rounded the corner and passed the few rooms, glancing in at the patients and came to room 306. Looking through the window I saw that Ted was hanging by his neck.
"Shit!" I got my key out and in the lock. "You two go and get back to your rooms, now!"
I got the door open, "Dee." Dean said.
"Go! I'll find you tomorrow." Dean and Sam nodded.
I pressed the intercom outside the room. "Orderlies need in room 306 stat!"
I went to Ted and pressed my fingers against his neck, knowing there would be no pulse and there wasn't. Two orderlies, both guys entered.
"Crap, another suicide." The taller one said. "You must be the new doctor."
I nodded as I looked at Ted.
"Dr. Cavanaugh right?" The shorter one said.
"Yeah."
"You don't need to be here for this."
An hour later, Ted was in the morgue. I had followed the orderlies down with him and told them I wanted a moment alone as I had talked to him earlier and he had seemed so scared. With a gently brush of my hands they left me alone promising to tell the nurse that I was done doing rounds for the night.
I went to work quickly and searched for any signs. I found what appeared to be bite marks, similar to that of a vampire, but as I looked closer it was different. I grabbed an examination light and turned Ted's head. Rigamortis hadn't set in so he moved easily. I shined the light and noticed that the bite marks went clear through his scalp and into his brain.
I laid him back down and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and hoped for a memory to help me out. To my surprise, I knew exactly what had done this. I left and went back up stairs. I went to my room and found a solid silver ring in my bag that fit on my thumb and slipped it on.
I locked my door and slept for a couple of hours, fitfully.
I woke up at dawn and quickly changed into a pant suit and headed out. Some patients were already up and wandering.
I walked around for a while nodding and smiling at patients and doctors as the halls steadily got busier. I was clutching a file that another doctor had handed me in passing as I looked out the window.
"What's up doc?" Martin asked beside me.
I turned and looked at him. "I know what we're hunting."
"Seriously?" He dropped his voice. "I've been here for… I can't even remember how long, but you've been here for what, a day? ya know what, never mind. What is it?"
"Wraith."
"Damn, couldn't have better news than that?"
Dean approached and sat down to play checkers with Martin. "What'd ya find?"
"Wraith." Martin replied and nodded toward me.
"You ever hunt a wraith before?" Dean asked.
"No, and I n-never wanted to." Martin replied.
"Yes," I replied and they both glanced up at me.
"Seriously, Dee?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, it's not easy. Wraiths can make you see what they want you to see. There was an old legend about mirrors, but it's not reliable. Then there's silver, hurts them just through its touch, slice one with a silver dagger and it's done." I replied softly.
"Well, dagger it up and find the wraith." Dean said as Sam approached.
"Not that easy. They can appear as humans." I said.
"So, what, we go rubbing everyone down with silver or flashing a mirror at everyone?" Dean asked.
"Again, a mirror isn't always useful. Silver is the only sure way. Do me a favor and let me handle this one, please Dean?"
"Then why are we even here, Dee?" Dean asked.
"If I had known what we were hunting before I would've done this one alone."
"Can I talk to you alone, please?" Dean asked.
I nodded, "Office ten minutes."
I walked away and headed toward my makeshift office. I sat down and looked through the files that had been left there. I wasn't technically being assigned any cases, Dr. Fuller just wanted my opinion on them. My honest opinion on all of them were that a wraith was poisoning and feeding on all the patients. I needed to get Sam and Dean out of there or I needed to find the wraith myself.
A few minutes later Dean entered and closed and locked the door behind him. I took my hair clip out and tousled my hair as he sat down. "Talk, I'm here. Why are you trying to push me out of this?"
"I'm not. But there is a wraith here and it's poisoning and feeding on patients, making them worse. Heck most of the cases here are all the same, get the wraith and most of these people if not all of them will be fine and get to leave eventually."
"Alright, then we hunt this wraith."
"Dean… all the patients here. I don't want you and Sam being in the middle of this. You don't understand how bad this can get. You and Sam can go from being normal to freaking nuts over night!"
"Then we better find the wraith fast." Dean said standing up and walking out.
I sighed and put my head on the table a few minutes later Dr. Fuller entered. "Dr. Cavanaugh, you seem to be working yourself a bit too hard."
I got up and smiled warmly, "Oh, not at all, I just couldn't sleep last night." I placed my hand, the silver ring pressing against his skin, on his forearm. "Thank you for your concern though."
I let my hand fall. "Is there anything I can do for you, Dr. Fuller?"
"Not at all, my dear, your notes on the cases has been… exceptional so far, I merely just wanted to check in on you." He smiled as he left.
I made rounds around the hosptial, touch patients gently with my right hand, making sure the silver touched their skin. I shook hands with nurses and other staff. By the end of the day I hadn't a single clue as to who was the wraith. I still had plenty of people to check, but I was exhausted.
I passed out quickly after an orderly brought me some food.
I woke up the next day to a pounding on my door. "Dean? What are you doing here?"
"It's Sam he's in lockdown. He went after Fuller with a silver letter opener." Dean said worried.
I grabbed my pass card and keys, "Why? I could've told you that it wasn't him, I already checked him."
"I used a mirror." Dean replied as we went down the hall.
"I told you they weren't reliable, Dean!"
"Well excuse me, Dee, but Sam and I have been hunting a lot longer than you."
I stopped and turned to him, "No you haven't."
I made it Sam's room, where he was sedated and tied to the bed. It broke my heart seeing him like that. I sat on the edge of the bed.
"Sam, how you feeling?" Dean asked.
"Amazing!" Sam said groggily.
"He's been sedated." I replied. I brushed my hand along his cheek and let a small amount of energy flow through him and he smiled tenderly at me. I got up and Dean followed me out.
"What you're not gonna do anything?" Dean asked.
I grabbed him and dragged him into a closet. "Dean, this is serious, you guys are already being affected by the wraith. You need to back off. Let me handle this. Please."
"That's not gonna happen, Dee. you wanna work alone, fine, go work alone. Sam and I got this." Dean walked out.
I left and went the opposite way. When I rounded the corner I bumped into a nurse, the one who usually wore smiles. "Oh, my I'm sorry."
My hand gently brushed her arm as I went to pass her and I saw her skin react to my ring. I tried not to let her notice that I saw it and headed past her with a smile.
She hurried away and I was tempted to go after her now, but the halls were too crowded. I returned to my office and sat down. One of the orderlies brought me a tray of food for lunch and a coffee.
I looked over the office schedule and knew that the nurse was on night duty that night. I would get her then. I sipped on the coffee and counted down the minutes. I felt myself get sleepy and then passed sleepy in less than a minute and went straight to room spinning and blacking out. The coffee had been drugged.
I woke up to the sound of the hospital's alarms. I got up, still dizzy but focused on the flow of energy in my veins and my head quickly cleared. I went to the door and ran out. I followed the screams and found Dean in the hallway collapsed against the wall.
"It's the nurse." He mumbled.
I peaked into the room he had come out of and Martin was over a girl, helping her. "The wraith. Get that dagger and go get it!"
I nodded and ran down the hall, pulling my dagger out at the same time. I rounded the corner and ended up in Sam's room. The wraith had a hand on his neck.
"I wasn't expecting you. Shouldn't you be sleeping off that sedative. It should've been enough to knock you out for white a while, a few days at least."
"To bad for you, I'm not a mere human. Not let him go!"
She extended a needle like appendage and it narrowed slowly closer to Sam's neck. "Who are you?"
"The person who's going to kill you!"
She laughed, "I don't think so, you take one step toward me and I'll kill him before you can reach me with that dagger. Now put it down, or I kill him."
I set the dagger on the floor and stepped back. "Now let him go!"
"Oh, you care for this one? To bad for you, I'm kinda hungry."
I released my energy into the dagger willing it into the wraith. I felt it working and kept the flow going. "Too bad for you that I don't need to be holding my dagger to kill you!"
She looked at me strangely and then looked down where I had set the dagger at and noticed it was gone. With a final burst of energy I willed the dagger into her and she burned.
I had no more energy left I fell to my knees as Dean entered in. I pointed at Sam and he went to undo the restraints. I willed myself to my feet and told Dean I had supplies in my room, including clothes for them. He ran and got the bag and my laptop from the office and we bolted out of there, Sam keeping his arm around my waist.
I had parked the impala just on the other side of the woods the other day and I directed them to where it was.
When we were finally in the front seat of the impala and driving Dean spoke. "Dee, I'm sorry, for everything I said."
"Dean, it's not your fault."
"It is, because I didn't listen to you."
"Wait, what?" Sam said.
"Dammit!" I yelled.
"What?" Dean and Sam asked together.
"My dagger, I left it."
"Then summon it back." Dean said.
"I don't have the strength. I've been drugged with enough sedatives to put me out for a few days, if it weren't for my strength, and I had to use the last of it to end the wraith."
Sam cupped my cheek, turning me to face him and he kissed me with enough passion that it felt like a burst of energy exploded into me. He took my very breath away. Clearly, Sam, was getting the hang of how this whole thing worked.
He pulled away with a smile, "Better?"
I nodded and focused enough energy to bring my dagger back to me and it materialized in my hand. I slowly sheathed and leaned back.
"Okay, so next time, have we learned to listen to me yet? Whether you want to believe it or not Dean, I have been hunting longer than you." I said softly.
"Yeah, you got my full trust, hun. I'm sorry. You're the expert in all of this from now on. We take case you take the lead, alright?" Dean said eyeing Sam who nodded.
"Good. Let's get somewhere not here for right now." I said.
We drove for a few hours until it started getting light out. I had taken over driving a couple hours before dawn and pulled into a hotel on the outskirts of a small town. Dean was passed out in the back seat and Sam was sleeping against the window. I went to the office and got a double room since that's all they had available as we were at a truck stop. By the time I was back at the impala the guys were both awake. I handed Dean the room key and went to grab the bag from the trunk.
I dropped the bag on the floor and took my blazer off and kicked the heels off. I didn't even bother to unbutton the blouse as I ripped it off and let it fall to the floor as I headed to the shower.
"By all means, love, continue to rip off your clothes for us! No complaints here." Dean said with a chuckle.
I didn't respond I just went straight to the shower and finished undressing I filled up the bathtub after I checked to see that it was in fact clean. I sat on the edge of the tub in my underwear and bra as the tub filled up. I had one leg bent and my foot on the edge, my head was resting on my knee, my hair hanging loose.
I trailed my fingers in the water and increased the heat slightly. A light knock sounded on the door and Dean came in.
"Please don't be mad at me, love." He said putting the toilet seat down and sitting on it. He and Sam were back into their regular clothes.
He put a hand on my bare leg.
"I'm not mad at you, Dean." I said sitting up and looking at him. "Frustrated, maybe, but I'm over it. You and Sam were poisoned by the wraith, anything you two said or did was influenced by that."
"I'm sorry I didn't trust you, Dee. I should've. You're right you have been hunting a lot longer than even Sam, Bobby and I combined. We should learn to start trusting what you say wholeheartedly."
"Good."
He smiled, "So, Sam says that you didn't even have to hold the dagger to kill the wraith."
"No, I can control the dagger without touching it." I turned the water off and stood up and unsheathed the dagger.
I held it on the palm of my hands and felt the connection and willed the dagger into the air and dropped my hands as I made the dagger spin and stop then fly to the other side of the room and made it materialize in my hand and sheathed it again.
"Look at you mastering your abilities!" Dean said standing up and wrapping his arms around me. "You're amazing, you know that right?"
I wrapped my arms around his neck, "You would not believe how many times a day I hear that. So, I guess it must be true." I smiled.
He chuckled and kissed me briefly then pulled away. "I'm gonna go and get us some food. I am so tired of hospital food!"
I slipped from his arms, "Sounds good." He left and I took my underwear off and climbed into the hot water and eased back and closed my eyes as the water seeped the remaining tension from my muscles.
i dunked my head under the water and wet my hair and then sat up. I was wringing my wet hair out when Sam entered.
I was beginning to think they needed to share a double room and I needed a single to myself.
Sam sat down on the floor by the tub. Bending his legs and resting his arms on his knees. "Guess I owe you a thank you."
"For what?" I asked softly, folding my arms and resting them on my bent knees.
"For saving my life." he said with a half chuckly.
"Well, like I said, that's my job, Sam. But honestly, if I had known what we were dealing with… I wouldn't have let you two in there in the first place."
"Why not?"
"Because I can't be affected by the wraith's poison."
"Let me guess, past life?"
I nodded.
"Can you forgive us for not listening to you?"
I moved my hand and took his closest hand in mine and brought it to my lips and kiss the back of it. "There's nothing to forgive."
He smiled and let my hand go to wrap his hand around my neck as he slowly got up and kissed my head. "I love you." He whispered against my head before standing up.
"I love you, too." I said softly as he smiled and walked out.
I finished my bath and wrapped a towel around me as I headed to the bag in the middle of the floor. I picked it up and set at the end of the bed that Sam was laying on. I put underwear and a tank top on and towel dried my hair.
When I finished brushing my hair I crawled across the bed toward Sam. He lifted his arm and I snuggled beside him, his arm wrapping around me.
"Can I ask you a question?" He asked softly.
"Of course."
"Have you ever lived a normal life, where you get to grow old and have kids and grandkids."
I already knew the answer to that. "No."
"Which part?"
I sat up and looked at him, trying not to let him see the sadness. "Most of my lives I never get to be even thirty years old. I always die fighting. As for kids, I can't have any."
"Why?" He asked with concern.
I turned and pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. "When I was 12 and had my first period it was bad. So bad that I had to go see a doctor for it. They told me I would never be able to have kids, ever. Just the way my body was made. Apparently, the same in every life. It's why birth control isn't an issue for me. I never really cared about it then. I was a teenager, having kids was the last thing on my mind."
"And now?"
"Like it matters now!" I scoffed. "I wouldn't bring a kid into this world even if I could. I know what's out there and I'm not bringing an innocent life into this. It doesn't matter anyway." I quickly wiped a tear away.
"Dee…"
"Please, Sam, just-"
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me toward. "I'm sorry I brought it up. I didn't mean to upset you."
My heart cracked a little. Even when I was 12, I had wanted to have kids. I loved kids. I was great with kids. I wanted a large family. At 11 I had decided I would have at least 5 kids and I had already named them, but by the time I had found out… And now, being in love, the idea of having a child with one of the men I loved seemed like heaven, but I knew it would never happen.
Without wanting to, I cried. Sam didn't say anything he just held me. I didn't hear the door open when Dean entered.
"Did I miss something?" He asked softly.
I pulled away from Sam and walked to the bathroom. I heard muffled voices as they talked. I washed the tears away and looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't meant to be a mother, I was meant to be a lover and a fighter. I wasn't meant to grow old. That was my fate, better I face it now.
I dried my face and took the blow dryer to my hair quickly and headed out. Dean was at the table eating and had a bottle of whiskey and a 6 pack of beer on the table. My food was sitting across from Dean in front of the other seat. I went straight to the seat and poured a cup with whiskey.
I pulled up one knee and rested one foot on the seat with me and rested my elbow on the knee and pulled my hair from my face. I downed half of the whiskey in the cup before I opened the togo box and found fresh fruit with turkey sandwich. I wasn't that hungry, but I picked at the fruit.
The guys stayed silent as they ate. I finished my first cup of whiskey and Dean poured me more.
I finished my second cup of whiskey and half the fruit before anyone spoke. "So, I figured we would head back to Bobby's we're already headed that way anyway, right?"
"We're about four, maybe five hours away." I replied staring at my food.
"Okay, then we'll head there tomorrow and stay there for a bit. Stay here for the day and night." Dean added. When he was done eating he got up and went to the bathroom to shower.
I finished my fruit and my whiskey and poured myself another one. Sam moved to the edge of the bed beside me.
"I really didn't mean to upset you." He said softly.
"I know. It's not your fault, Sam." I replied with a half smile. "To be honest, it's probably something I should've told you and Dean a while ago. Guess that makes it my fault."
I downed the whiskey and refilled the cup.
"It's not your fault, Dee." He said softly as he stood up and walked over to me and kissed the top of my head gently.
"Sam," I really needed a change of topic in the air.
"Hmm?" He stood above me.
I used my foot and pulled the chair Dean had been sitting it next to me and he sat down facing me. I draped my leg over his lap and he ran a hand up my leg, sending waves of desire and passion through me.
"In the car, when I didn't have the strength to call my dagger back… you knew what to do…"
"You said your power feeds off of our love for you. Figured it would give you a little bit and hopefully enough that you could get the dagger back."
I sat up, putting my other foot on the floor. I grabbed his hand and slid it up my leg and to my thigh, until he was leaning closer toward me, desire ignited in his eyes. "You understand it, the energy flow." My hand was on his cheek and I was slowly leaning closer. "How can you channel it like that, so easily?"
"I feel it, every time you touch me, every time you kiss me. It doesn't feel like you're taking it from me, it's more…"
"Like it flows between us?" I said almost breathlessly as he leaned closer, his hand trailing up and down my inner thigh teasingly.
"Exactly." He said before closing the gap and kissing me just as passionately as he had in the car.
His other hand wrapped around my waist as he slid me effortlessly onto his lap. His hands wrapping around me. The kiss deepened even further and forgot about the tears and only existed in his arms.
He pulled away slightly and smiled, "I'm pretty sure your lips alone are a super power."
I smiled, "You flatter."
"No, that's the truth."
We heard the water shut off, but I didn't want to move. I turned slightly and grabbed my cup. He kissed my shoulder as his hands caressed around my waist and thighs slowly.
We heard the door open and Dean came out and plopped on the bed closest to us. "Ya know being a crazy person's exhausting!" He chuckled.
"You should try being the doctor!" I scoffed.
"Yes, forgive me, Dr. Cavanaugh!" Dean smirked. "You certainly did more than enough work."
"Please don't ever call me that."
"Would you prefer Denise?" Dean asked.
"No! God, no!"
"Fine, but what's wrong with Dr. Cavanaugh? You make a pretty hot doctor!" Dean said, getting a chuckle from Sam.
"After that escapade I'm definitely not finishing my degree! Being a doctor is not in my future, ever!"
"You played the part of doctor so well though." Sam added.
I flashed him a playful glare and got off his lap.
"Wait, I'm joking." Sam said with a smile as he tried to pull me back onto his lap.
I spun from his grasp, holding my whiskey. "No Dr. Cavanaugh, and if either of you call me Denise… or tell Bobby my real name, you will be punished!" I pointed a finger at each of them.
"That's not helping your case, babe." Dean smirked. "It just makes us intrigued to find out how you would punish us."
"I didn't take you for a BDSM fan, Dean." I replied.
Dean laughed, "You would be the ultimate dominatrix, hun!"
"You know it!" I said downing the last of my whiskey as I sat in the empty seat again.
Sam chuckled as he handed me the bottle and I filled my cup again. Beginning to feel the warmth of the liquid flow through my body and leaving me in a happy buzz.
I moved my legs back over Sam's lap and he smiled tenderly at me as he ran his hand down my legs and began to rub my feet gently. It felt amazing. I didn't mind heels, but I rarely wore them on a regular basis, so having worn heels for a few days straight… his hands gently caressing was better than heaven… that and the combination of the whiskey.
"Did you show Sam what you could fully do with the dagger?" Dean asked after a few minutes.
I ran my hand down my left arm and unsheathed the dagger. I laid it on the table and put my hand back in my lap. As I sipped the whiskey I made the dagger spin elegantly off the table. I made it dance around the room and spun it over Dean, "Not funny, Dee." He said and I trailed the blade down his bare chest and then spun it up in the air and back over toward the table. I stared at it as it spun slowly and then made it land back into my open hand and I sheathed it.
Sam went back to rubbing my feet, as he had been distracted by the dancing blade. "You're getting better. That was pretty awesome. But doesn't that all take a lot out of you?"
"It's getting easier. I think the more I use the energy and what not, then the easier it will get." And then I had an idea I closed my eyes and searched my memory for the first time I had met Sam in my first life.
I grasped the memory and held it as I leaned forward. "Will you let me try something?" I asked Sam.
He eyed me for a moment and then nodded. He leaned forward as I put my feet on the floor leaned toward him. I put my hand on his cheek and closed my eyes as I focused on the memory of our first meet so many centuries ago.
I watched as my former self was walking down a busy market wearing a gown of sheer fabric in layers, colored in a light blue. My hair was flowing down my back and Sam was leaning against an old building with his arms crossed as he caught sight of me and I turned and looked at him. The attraction was instantaneous and overwhelming.
I let the memory fade and pulled away. I looked at him as he opened his eyes, "That was the first time I had seen you."
I smiled, "Yes. In my first life."
"That was amazing. Can you do that with all your memories?" Sam asked as Dean moved to the edge of the bed, eagerly.
"I think so."
"Alright, me next." Dean said leaning forward eagerly.
I turned and nodded. I closed my eyes and sought the memory of my first meeting Dean, once I had it in my grasp I wrapped a hand around Dean's cheek and closed my eyes against pushed the memory softly into him.
This time I watched as I wore a pink gown standing before a flower field. I could feel that I was happy as I stared out into the field as the sun set. Dean stepped out of the shadows and stared at me intently, his instant desire for me overwhelming.
I turned slowly, my hair blowing in the wind and our eyes met, the attraction pulling us together like magnets. I smiled softly at him and lowered my gaze as I walked by him, only to flash my eyes up and meet his.
I pulled away and let the memory fade. I looked at Dean as he opened his eyes with a smile, "Still just as beautiful."
I smiled softly as I sat back. I was feeling a bit drained after that for some reason. "I think I'm ready for bed after that." Dean and Sam both smiled tenderly at me.
I finished my whiskey and shook my head when Sam offered to pour me more. I got up and stretched my arms over my head as I knew I was ready for bed. Dean got up and grabbed a beer then went and sat on the far bed with the TV remote.
I crawled onto the closest bed and climbed under the covers and laid down. Sam got up and said he was taking a shower.
I laid there for a while as Dean found a show to watch as he sipped a beer.
I fell asleep quickly.