Are We Meant to Be?

Chapter 39

Ethan fell asleep on my shoulder pretty fast. It was evening but he was scared and upset so he fell asleep. Suddenly I heard my name. "Miranda?!" It was Sam. I stood up, the sleeping Ethan still in my arms, and went to our room.

"Hey. You woke up."

"Yeah. How is it?" He asked pointing at his neck.

"It's fine now. All stitched up. No more bleeding."

"Good. What happened with Ethan?"

"He was crying cause he was scared you guys were gonna die, and he just kind of crashed. Are you ok for a minute? I was gonna go put him in bed."

"Yeah I'm ok." I put Ethan to bed and went back to Sam.

"You feeling any better?"

"Yeah a little. I'm still really weak. How's Dean?"

"He's ok. He has a bit of a fever and he still hasn't woken up, but I think he's ok."

"Do you need to go check on him?"

"You sure you're ok?" I asked.

"Yes. Go check on him." Sam said seriously. I went back to Dean again. He was still out and his fever was still where it was. I decided to use the ice again. I used the bag on his forehead and I used the other bag on his neck since I didn't end up needing it for Sam. I thought it might help with his pain a little.

"Dean. Please. Wake up. Sam's ok. He's already up. I need you to wake up. Ethan, Sam, and I are so worried about you. You gotta fight. You gotta wake up." I knew talking to him did nothing, but it made me feel better. Eventually after a few minutes, his fever came down all the way, and I stopped using the ice. I was sitting there, when he all of a sudden started to sit up. "Woah, woah, woah, take it easy."

"Miranda?" He asked, then looked around. "How did I get to the bunker?"

"Sam called me right before he passed out in the forest. I tracked his number. I got Sam to wake up, and he helped me carry you to the car. We got here. I helped Sam walk to my room, and Ethan helped me carry you down the stairs."

"How did Ethan do that?"

"I carried you, and I kind of squatted as I walked down, Ethan walked one step behind me and was just tall enough to help me support your back. I have no idea how it worked, but I'm glad it did."

"Oh ok."

"How are you feeling?"

"Really weak and like I'm gonna pass out soon."

"Well, you won't bleed anymore. I stitched you up. If you're gonna pass out, try to tell me so I'm prepared."

"Ok. I'm trying to stay awake, but I don't know how long I can."

"It's ok. You can sleep if you need to. Do you need anything to drink? Something to eat?"

"I'll take some water." I brought him a water bottle. "What's all this ice from?" He asked, seeing the bags on the table.

"You had a bad fever. I had to get it down, plus I was hoping it would help your pain a little."

"Oh ok. I was just curious. I think I'm ok now. The feeling of passing out is kind of dissipating. I feel a tad woozy but I think I'm ok."

"Good. Are you ok for a bit so I can check back in on Sammy?"

"Yeah. Go ahead." I went back to Sam. All this running around sucked even though the rooms were in the same hallway.

"Hey. Dean just woke up. He's ok."

"Good. I hate to make you do stuff for me, but can I have something to eat? I would get up, but I'm super weak still."

"Yeah. I'll bring you something."

"Thanks." He said sadly.

"Hey. Don't feel bad about making me get food. I'm just happy you're ok." He nodded. I made him some grilled cheese and brought him a bottled water.

"This looks so good."

"Thanks babe. I'm gonna go see if Dean wants any food."

I walked into the room where Dean was. He was asleep. I checked and he was just asleep and not unconscious. I didn't wake him for food. I left and was greeted by Ethan running to me, scared.

"I woke up and you were gone."

"It's ok bud. You fell asleep so I put you in bed. Dean woke up. He's asleep now, but he's ok. And daddy's up too. You can come see him if you want." He nodded. We walked in to see Sam.

"Daddy!" Ethan said.

"Hey bud. I'm ok. Don't worry. Your mommy fixed me up." I smiled.

"I was scared dad."

"I know bud. It's ok." Ethan gave him a gentle hug.

"I'm gonna go play for a while. Is that ok mommy?"

"Yeah that's fine kiddo." I replied. Soon enough, I had put Ethan to bed for the night and it had gotten late. Dean was awake now, and so was Sam.

"Babe, I would say we could go to bed, but I kind of got blood everywhere. I don't want you to sleep in that." Sam said.

"I can sleep on the couch, Sam. It's ok."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. It's ok. I love you."

"I love you too. Goodnight babe." He said before kissing me.

"Goodnight." I went to check on Dean one last time before bed. I walked in where he was sitting propped up in bed.

"Hey Dean."

"Hey."

"Do you need anything before I go to bed?"

"I have a question, but I don't need anything, no."

"What's your question?"

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Cause you've been running around taking care of us and you haven't had even a moment to just relax."

"I'm ok. Scared to death that the second I go to sleep something's gonna happen, but I'm ok."

"Nothing's gonna happen. Go to bed. At least you'll be with Sammy. That should help your worries."

"I'm sleeping on the couch. Sam's blood got on the bed and neither of us want me sleeping in that. It's ok though."

"I'm sorry Miranda. We should have been more careful. I knocked something on the floor there and woke them up. That's why they attacked us." Dean said.

"It's ok Dean. I'm not mad. I am tired though. Goodnight Dean. You sure you don't need anything before I go?"

"I'm sure. Goodnight."

"If you need anything in the middle of the night, text or call me. Don't get up."

"Ok. Got it." I left and got settled on the couch.