Back to the shadows | Dean Winchester [2]

Chapter 37: Quit yelling at each other

This one does not follow an episode

Dean sat in the backseat of the Impala with Alexis in his arms as Sam drove. Vivian was on the phone with Mae, telling her to meet them at the motel.

"We can't go the the hospital!" Vivian yelled. "She's dying, hurry up."

"Come on, Alexis, wake up." Dean begged with tears in his eyes. If she was breathing, you wouldn't know it, but Dean knew she was still alive. Barely, but she had a pulse, a weak one, but a pulse none the less.

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Dean set Alexis down on the bed as Mae burst through the door.

"What the hell happened to her?" Mae asks.

"We're not sure." Sam answers.

"It doesn't matter." Mae shook her head, continuing to check her over. "I don't think she'll make it if we don't take her to the hospital."

"We can't." Vivian told her. "We're all wanted by the FBI, the police, everybody."

"I'll try, but without the proper medical treatment its a slim chance."

"But there is one? A chance?" Dean asks, looking up at Mae.

"We'd need a miracle. Now get out so I can work."

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Dean paced back and forth, blood still covering his hands and shirt. This couldn't be happening. His hands shook.

"Dean, sit down." Sam says.

Before Dean could reply, Mae walked in, blood on her hands and tears in her eyes. Dean stopped moving, his heart dropping to his stomach.

"She's not--" he starts. "....is she?"

"I'm sorry, I know how--" Mae didn't finish her sentence before Dean stormed out of the room.

"No, no, you're lying." Dean says, swinging open the door to see Alexis laying, completely still, on the bed. She was pale, the only color in her skin was the blue-ish/purple bruises that were visible.

Dean kneels beside the bed, taking her ice cold hand in his. "No, no, wake up. Please." He begs, a tear slipping down his cheek. "Wake up, Alexis." He pulls her to him, holding her limp body to his chest.

"Dean--" Sam starts, making his way toward him.

"No!"

This couldn't be real. Dean wanted to wake up with Alexis in his arms and this would all be a horrible dream. "Come on, baby. Wake up." He whispers, setting a hand on her face. "Please, Lexi."

Hot tears roll down his face as he presses his forehead to her. "Please, darlin', wake up. Please." He begs. "Open your eyes. Look at me. Please."

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Dean ran the cloth over Alexis' cheek, cleaning away the blood to reveal a deep gash. Vivian had disappeared, Sam was in the other room, and Mae was with him.

"I'm so sorry." Dean mutters. "I should've saved you."

He cleans the blood away, then stitches up all the cuts and gashes.

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Dean gently lays Alexis down on the table, he brushes a piece of hair out of her pale face.

"Dean, are you sure we should do this?" Sam asks, glancing around the abandoned building.

"Yeah." Dean replies. "She always said that if she had to burn she would burn something down with her."