"You're joking me, right?" Punk laughed a little after hearing what he could only assume was a joke from his sister.
"It's true, man." Dean nodded, "Toni's my daughter. But I- I just found out a few days ago. I never knew, or else I would have been there from the start."
"Elise, take Liesel into the living room." Punk said, wanting his hands free as Elise shook her head.
"No." Elise shook her head, "No I'm not going in-"
"Just do it." Punk gave her no choice, passing Liesel over to her who began crying painfully. Punk knew she missed her mother, he could tell, and unfortunately he couldn't help her out about that, "Just try and get her back to sleep, alright?" Punk asked as Elise nodded hesitantly, smiling down at her niece and walking away, nodding to Dean with reassurance whilst walking out of the kitchen.
"Don't be mad, man." Dean said, "Before you get angry and punch me and set me on fire or whatever you plan on doing… I didn't use her the way you'd think I did." Dean put his hands up, "Ok. I didn't exactly treat her like a princess back then, but I had feelings for her. And then she left, and I never thought anything of it."
"She was just a kid, Dean. Why weren't you more careful, and why… why didn't you just tell me you slept with her back then." He said.
"I knew you'd flip." Dean said, "I was scared and wanted my head to stay on my shoulders. And plus, your dad would absolutely have had me killed, and you know it." Dean said, looking at Punk as he leaned against the kitchen counter, running his hands over his face with exhaustion.
"I'd be a lot more mad if I didn't have April to be worrying about." Punk said, "So what? You two are together again? Not that I ever knew you were before." Punk admitted, shaking his head at the whole turn of events. He would have been completely livid if it wasn't for the fact he had other things to be worrying about.
"I love her, man." Dean said, "Ever since she was just a kid. You remember when I used to always come over to your house, she was probably about sixteen or seventeen, and I used to beg you to stay in for the night instead of going out?" He asked as Punk nodded, "Because I wanted to be with her. She was a pain in the ass, don't get me wrong. But I love her. I always have."
"Why did you never tell me?" Punk shook his head.
"Because I knew you'd want her to be with someone good and smart. Someone who isn't like us. She's your little sister. I knew you'd go crazy either way." Dean shrugged.
"And Toni… what's the deal with you and her?"
"I'm gonna try and build a relationship with her." Dean nodded, "I want to be there for her."
"You know if you hurt her, or Elise, I will hurt you." Punk said, "You better treat her right or-"
"I know." Dean nodded, "I will. You have my promise." He said, "I'm sorry I never told you before. I guess I probably would have if she stuck around, but she left as soon as she found out she was pregnant."
"Just treat her right, Dean." Punk nodded, "I have no problem if you treat her right. She deserves someone looking after her." Punk said, placing his hands in his jean pockets, "You know, everyone always talks about poor little Phil, he lost his mom when he was just a little boy. Poor little Phil, he was forced into poison with his father. But… Elise never had it easy either. She didn't have a mom, full stop. My dad pretended she never existed the majority of the time, and I spent half my life blaming her for my mom's death." Punk said, "You're right. I did want her to find someone good. Someone smart and willing to be there for her all the time." He said as Dean nodded, "And I don't know why, but I feel a whole lot better knowing it's you that's gonna be looking after her. Because I know you. I know you're a good guy." Punk smiled as Dean looked in shock. He wasn't expecting the compliments or even the approval, but he guessed he had marked Punk down for the wrong type of guy, and he'd known him since he was a teen.
"I wouldn't let anything happen to her." Dean said, "Or Toni."
"I know." Punk said, "I know." He smiled, walking past him and patting him on the back, walking through into the living room.
He was completely accepting of Elise and Dean's relationship and secret, if you would call it that. In the greatest respect, it really had nothing to do with him. But he had always hoped for one day that Elise would have some good in her life. That she'd have a family and a good husband, and a good life. Because he knew fine well she deserved that. Dean may not have been the man he had in mind, but now come to think of it… there was no one that he could think of better. And believe it or not, he'd always had a suspicion there was an attraction between he and his sister when they were younger. Of course Sami and Dean would always play jokes on Punk for Elise's good looks and charm, but he always got a feeling that Dean really meant what he was saying.
"Hey, I just got her to sleep." Elise smiled whilst sitting on the couch with Liesel in her arms, Toni sitting beside her looking on at the baby.
"Still got that touch, huh?" He smiled as Elise looked up at him, looking over to Dean who stood at the kitchen door with a smile.
"I don't think it ever leaves." Elise smiled, stroking Liesel's cheek softly, "You two ok?" She looked up at Punk and over to Dean.
Punk collapsed down on the couch beside Elise, "We're ok." He smiled to her, winking playfully to her like the obnoxious but always caring brother he was, watching as she laughed, turning away to turn her attention back to Liesel.
"So when is dinner?" Punk asked with a smile as Dean chuckled.
He was glad he had stopped by. It was really keeping his mind off his poor girlfriend who really wished could have been here. He just wanted to hug her and hold her. Tell her that everything was ok. All he could imagine was her laying in that dark room, crying to herself, alone and terrified. It broke his heart. But he was glad he had some people around that cared, one of them definitely not being his father, who like he said, he was completely done with.
"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Bless the dark now amongst women, and bless'd is the fruit that I whom Jesus. Holy Mary mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and that the hour of death, Amen." AJ repeated, and had been repeating for the past hour, sitting up in her bed in the black, dark room, closing her eyes that held an ocean of tears behind.
She was delusional of the fact the devil was after her and her baby. Like the doctor explained to Punk, now that she was on medication, her illness would come and go each day, until eventually, she would get better. It was hard for. When she was having sane moments, she thought about Punk and Liesel, and wished for them here whilst frantically running to the door to switch the light on. But when a sudden burst of paranoia came over, and she hallucinated all these things, she'd turn the light off and pray to a God she actually never really believed in. She'd been raised a catholic, but it faded out when her parents died.
She knew fine well where her images and hallucinations of the devil was coming from, and she was pretty sure those close to her knew as well. She was just so certain her baby was in danger when her illness took over. Her lack of sleep from the birth of Liesel, and her guilty conscience of her boyfriends work and job had all overcome her with the genetic passings of her mother also, who she was told had this illness too, which most likely meant she had passed it to Liesel.
"April." A knock at the door suddenly erupted to the quiet room as AJ sat up quickly.
"Who… who is it?" She shook her head.
"It's just your doctor. I'm here to give you some medication, ok?" The doctor said, walking into the room slowly as AJ sat up, swinging her legs round the side of the bed, looking over as her doctor turned the light on.
"I don't need my medication." AJ shook her head.
"You do, April. Just a quick sip of the water. It's just one tablet." She said as AJ shook her head.
"No… I don't want your dugs." AJ stood up, "You… you have to turn the light off. He'll see me. You can't trick me like I was before… you have to stay back." AJ pointed frantically, her hand shaking as she looked over at her doctor. Her medication from earlier was clearly wearing off, and she was beginning to lose it again.
"April, just stay calm and come take a seat." The doctor tried her best to coax AJ closer to her, inching over to her as AJ slapped the plastic cup of water out her hand, digging her hands into her neck and tumbling over with her in a violence outburst.
Unlucky for AJ, the rooms in the pshychiatric unit was supervised at reception with camera's, and doctors were immediately called into the room, ripping AJ from her doctor who had violent scratch marks down her neck.
"No… no, get your hands off me!" AJ screamed, being overpowered by many other doctors, feeling a needle injected into her arm, restraining her from acting out in violence, knocking her out quickly, the only easy way to calm her down.
"What do you mean Phil has left?" Joe asked Jack, sitting in his office. It was times like these, where Jack missed his brother dearly, and had no idea why he had done what he had done. It'd stay with him until the grave, but he was too proud and cruel a man to show his vulnerability. It seemed like the only loyal worker he had now was Joe, who was just a little older than Punk, and probably the same category skill wise… no, who was he kidding, his son was amazing at what he done, the best worker in this place. He didn't know what he was going to do without him now. He was angry, but upset too.
"He told me he was done with this place." Jack said as Joe frowned.
"And he thinks he can get out so easily?" Joe laughed, "I tell you what, I always had Phil down as a smart guy, but c'mon..."
"He is a smart man. Smarter than me, smarter than you. He was the one that practically ran this place. In fact, it was him who made the decision to invest in this." Jack recalled, "He was meant to take over when I died, and he was meant to pass it down to his son and so on." Jack sighed.
"Well, you know I'm always around-"
"It's not called a family business for the sake of it." Jack hissed, "He can't leave so easily. He thinks he has it all figured out. A baby, a girlfriend, crazy girlfriend might I add, a college degree-"
"Crazy?" Joe shook his head.
"Yeah. She's in the mental unit with all the crazy people in hospital. Thinks the devil is after her." Jack laughed at the situation that he knew fine well wasn't ok to laugh about. He just tried his best to feel bad for his son, but he couldn't when he had decided to leave this place.
"Maybe he is." Joe laughed back as Jack smiled with a nod.
"Maybe he is."