Protective Love

Ch. 27 -- The Ship

        Don't you ever get tired? Emotionally drained? What about depressed or done with life? I feel that way almost all the time. It's normal, they say. You'll be fine, they say. But I don't feel fine. Not right now, not this second. I can walk, the past week has been just hanging around the suite and going to the therapy sessions. Today will be different, I feel like it will anyways. I woke up in a pissy mood, upset, cranky, depressed and not a care in the world. I can walk now, my brothers still insist on caring me around though. I am sitting with them right now, eating my breakfast. William woke me up early, too early for me. I guess Damon is leaving today and Cody has his stupid appointment with some therapy or teacher, he refused to tell me and William is taking him. Meaning I am stuck with Dean and Sam. I pushed my eggs around with my fork, making a sad face in the process. Dean was in a heated conversation with Sam about their work how he is pushing it too far or whatever crap, I'm not paying attention at all to tell you the truth.
"VIVIANA! EAT!" Yells Dean, pointing to my food in the process.
I am so sick of everyone taking out their anger at me! Always yelling at me and bossing me around like I can't do shit myself. I make a wrong move and slam my hand on the table, making everyone jump. William gives me a warning glare to 'knock it off' but I ignore him and voice my anger.
"Stop telling me what to do! I get it your angry at fucking Sam but I didn't do shit! You can't BOSS ME AROUND ANYMORE!!"
I go to move away from the table, but my arm accidentally knocked the food off the table, creating a big mess on the floor. Dean looked like he had had enough, first Sam makes him angry and now I had to go ahead and ruin shit more. Dean stands up and points to my room.
"Go. Take a shower, put on a sweeter, we are going to talk to a client for work at a ship. You are tagging along." I stand still for a second, for some reason my legs had chosen this moment to glue themselves to the floor, but Dean had none of that. "I SAID GO!!"
        I jump and run to the bathroom, shutting the door and hoping into the shower. I throw my head back to let the hot water run down my hair and back, massaging my aching muscles. After twenty minutes, I get out and dry myself off, walking out into my bedroom. My door is open just a crack and I can hear Sam talking with Dean as I get dress in a pair of jeans and a purple sweeter.
"Dean, calm down! I won't do it again, unless it is necessary."
"Necessary?! The boss had informed me to tell you TO STOP! You know what that means? That you shouldn't be doing it!"
"Dean I can help more people like this! It's easier! I've solved more cases then mostly everyone else!"
"AT WHAT COST?! Yours or the people?"
        I walk into the kitchen to see Sam crying, but once he saw me, he wiped away his tears and turned away from me. Dean noticed and walked up to me, I guess that means he is done talking with Sam. He picks me up and carries me out the door to the elevator. Sam locks the door to the suite, telling me that the others had left, and walks over to us right as the elevator door opens. We are riding down in silent, this has been probably the most intense elevator ride I have experienced at this building, Dean angry at both Sam and I. His grip on me is really tight, obviously he is frustrated. Sam is standing in the far corner of the elevator, his gaze fixed on his shoes as he is deep in thought. When the elevator finally opens, Dean doesn't wait another second to walk to the impala and set me in the back, strapping me in tightly, making sure the seat belt is locked so I can't move forward.
"You will not unbuckle the seat belt at all." He warns me
        I nod my head, not trusting my voice at all. He starts the car and we quickly drive out of the garage, the entire ride he had not put the radio on at all. Sam and I stayed quiet and still, afraid to move so to not upset him. Damon and I spent all yesterday together, kind of like a goodbye. He told me he is coming back again this week for a few days, so it won't be for that long. I had just realized that as everyone left while I was in the shower, Dean started what was supposed to be a completely private conversation between him and Sam, they thought I couldn't hear while in the shower, which I couldn't, and dressing, which I did hear them. Sam is quiet, not muttering one word and Dean's hand is white as he grips the steering wheel tightly. He parks the car making me feel relieved as the damn seat belt is starting to get too tight around my body. Dean unbuckles me and carries me to the huge ship which looks completely deserted and old. It has like three stories or more and the upper deck looks haunted. We walk on board and Dean shakes hands with this elderly man with a white beard.
"I am so glad you two could come and talk. A lot of weird things have been happening and the FBI informed me that you two would be perfect for the job." The old man replied
"Mr. Thomas, it's a pleasure. We have the update from the FBI and we would like to take a look around to see if we can spot anything....abnormal, if you wouldn't mind. Then I can give you an update on what we find and go from there. Today we have to watch our baby sister, so if it's okay, she is going to stay with us the entire time." Dean answered, professionally might I add
"Of course. I will meet up with you in an hour."
        The older man squeezes my cheek and walks off the boat, leaving us alone. Dean still hasn't put me down, holding me tighter to his hip as he and Sam walk off into the ship. We walk through a door leading to the downstairs dock where the only light is the dim yellowish lights from above. Almost dark enough for someone to hide in the corners of the hallway without being seen. We enter a room where there are some equipment for the ship and Dean and Sam set up their equipment they have brought along with them. Dean pulls out a chair and sets it near the door leading out to the hallway, seting me down and walking off to help Sam set up some cameras. I guess the ship, which belongs to the Navy, has been reported to have stolen items. Some things were taken and appeared at the opposite end of the ship, or completely taken and never to be seen of again. The Navy crew says that they have a ghost since sometimes the items will reappear weeks later, but the captain, who is a skeptic, believes that someone from the crew or public is playing a nasty trick on them. Since this ship is under the Navy, the FBI has control of the case, which brings Dean and Sam. They are only setting up the cameras and doing some EVP's and AVP's. EVP's are recordings of unknown and unheard voices on audio recording equipment and AVP's is the sounds heard by an investigator, in this case the FBI, with unaided human ear.
        It was interesting as Dean and Sam made their voices louder and softer, tried trigger items to get the 'ghosts' attention. As FBI investigators, they have to try every possible explanation. Dean had mentioned that another group of FBI's is reviewing the camera's of the ship to see if they have any evidence of criminals and another group is going around and questioning the Navy crew and public seen around this area frequently. I tend to pay a lot of attention to these things because their job interests me. I want to be in the FBI maybe when I'm older. As Dean and Sam were talking, I heard a door slam behind me coming from down the hall. I try to get their attention by waving my arms, which seemed to work. Dean comes over to me and asks if I am okay.
"I heard the door slam, down the hall." I reply shakily.
         I am shaking in fear as Dean and Sam make their way down the hall, leaving me alone in the equipment room. I hear a noise coming from the opposite side of the room, where I see a door. Curiosity really has me as I stand up and slowly make my way to the small laughter I keep hearing. It gets louder and louder, leading me to the door and into a strange room. I hear Dean's loud voice, "VIVIANA! VIVIANA!" I am too intrigued in this laughter to reply to him. I feel somebody grab my neck and pull my hair, I scream so loud, running out of the room and into Sam who picks me up and carries me to Dean.
"Take her away, I will finish up here and get you."
        Sam hands me to Dean who is now holding me close to his body, forcing my face into his chest so I don't have to see the room or ship as we head out. I am crying really hard and shaking, my back is hurting badly. Dean carries me to the impala where he sets me down in the front seat and pulls my sweatshirt off of me, good thing I have a white tank top on underneath. He lifts my tank top and takes photos of my back with his FBI camera, then he whips away the blood dripping from the three scratches that had formed in the ship. Bobby arrives at the scene, pulling up in his old car. He sees me all scratched up and asks Dean, "What the hell happened here, boy?!" Dean explains everything he knew and Bobby nods his head, jotting it all down in a notebook. "Go help Sam. I will take care of her." Dean stays put, eyeing Bobby closely. "I said go! I took care of you didn't I?!" Dean nods his head, kisses my forehead and warns me to be good as he runs back to the ship to finish up their investigation.
        Bobby finishes patching up my back and hands me a bottle of water, which I accept happily and drink it down in one gulp. Bobby sits down in the car and eyes the ship.
"Looks pretty creepy, huh?"
I nod my head, too scared to even look at the ship.
"Can you tell me what happened?" Bobby takes out a recorder and starts it, wanting to take my report.
"Dean and Sam were doing an EVP when I heard a door open or close or something down the hall. I was sitting near the door leading to the hallway. Dean and Sam went to investigate and I was left alone in the room when I heard some sort of noise in the corner of the room. I got up and followed it, when I got near the door I heard laughter, so I walk in to see a smaller room with some weird equipment regarding the ship and I continue hearing like a man's gruff laughter. Then after Dean starts yelling my name, something scratched my back and pulled my hair really hard. That thing touched my neck like to ... to ... choke me." I whisper, staring off in the distance.
        Bobby lifts me on his lap, hugging me tightly and rocking me to comfort me some. I had started to cry during my report to Bobby, recalling the whole event again is scaring me more. I am seriously thinking that today gave me a trauma to never be alone on a ship or dark place ever again! I had fallen asleep after a half an hour of waiting for my brothers. Dean and Sam are now packing the equipment up in the car after another hour of investigating, they told Bobby that they did a whole ship sweep to see if anyone had sneaked into the ship while they were doing the EVPs. Bobby sets me in the back of the impala, covering me up with a blanket as I am still shaking, not from the cold, oh no, but from the experience.
"Meet me at the restaurant. We talked with the captain already, Bobby." Sam yelled out at him
        Bobby nods his head and gruffs with his throat to indicate he heard. Dean starts the car and drives off to the restaurant. When the car stops, Dean and Sam both climb into the back of the car, picking me up and placing me in their lap, laying across their lap actually, as I cry and shake. Dean starts to hum a song we all knew as a lullaby to try to calm me down. Sam is telling me that I am fine, they will never leave me alone again, that they captured the thing that hurt me. I don't think they actually caught it, I think that he only said that to try to calm me, which actually worked. Dean carries me out of the car and into the restaurant when I calm down and stop crying. Bobby is already sitting down at a table and Dean and Sam slide into the booth in front of Bobby. Dean starts to set me down next to them, but I freak out and grip his shirt tightly. I do not want to be left alone, I want to be with Dean, where I feel safe and protected. Dean looks down at me and rubs my back, picking up the menu to order. After our food arrives, I got the spaghetti and coca cola, we eat it all and head back to the suite while Bobby goes to his old house.

        I am scared still, I hear noises and think about the ship. Cody touches my back slightly as I sit on Dean's lap in the living room and I jump and yelp, griping Dean's shirt tightly. Dean glares at Cody and he quickly apologizes to me, claiming that he was only trying to get my attention. William is now informed on what happened and he is heating up some tea for me to try to get me relaxed. I refuse to let go of Dean, he has been holding me the entire time since the restaurant, Sam had to drive home since I screamed when Dean tried to set me in the back. All I could think about was being alone back there, what if something grabbed me? Dean let me sit up front with him, on his lap, which made me really happy. We are watching the movie, 'Meet the Fockers 2' as William walks in, tea in hand. I took it from him and drank it all, eating it with bread, cheese and peach jam. It is now nine o'clock when Dean decided that it was my bed time. He took me to my bedroom where I lay still on the bed as he put on my pajamas. I am too tired to move, but when he walked away after covering me up, I start to scream loudly. Dean runs back into the room and picks me up, I'm crying from being left alone. He lets out a long breath as he carries me to his bedroom.
"You will never let me be alone will you?" He bounces me on his hip as he walks around the bedroom to try to calm me down.
        After twenty minutes, I calm down and fall asleep in his arms, Dean lays down in his bed and covers us with the blankets. During the night I keep having nightmares of the ship, seeing the man's face with his gruff laughter. I keep Sam and Dean up almost all night as they take turns to calm me down and walk around the room to help me fall back to sleep. In the morning, I feel a whole lot better. The incident of yesterday seeming like only a bad dream. I eat all my breakfast and even manage to take a two hour nap that morning. William and Dean decided to take me to my therapist today, a few days early because of the way I acted yesterday and I told her everything that happened and how I was feeling. I feel good, happy, but I will not leave anyone's side. I don't think I can be alone again.

~~~~~~~Dean's POV~~~~~~~~

        Viviana is a lot calmer today, eating all her breakfast and sleeping for two hours straight, something she did not let herself nor Sam and I get at all last night. She clung to me when I set her down and after convincing her that June, her therapist, would keep her safe since she is a psychiatrist did she calm down enough for us to leave. William and I walk into June's office after her session with Vi and Vi automatically lifted her arms up, indicating for me to pick her up. I do just that and give her a kiss on her cheek to which she giggled. I placed her on my lap as I sit down in one of the chairs in front of June's desk. She looks through her papers and notes as she gets ready to tell William and me what is wrong with our baby sister.
"What happened to her is heavy for a little girl and she is traumatized. Hopefully not for life, but her way to express that is by clinging on to somebody close to her who happened to be there for her at the time, Dean. She will probably be this way for a while, just until her nightmares start to go away and she forgets about yesterday."
"Is there any way we can help her?" I asked
"Well yes actually. You can help her by having her eat less during dinner time preventing nightmares hopefully, giving her a relaxing environment to sleep in and encourage her to speak her dreams aloud to one of you."

        The rest of the day went by okay after that, Vi did color with Cody for a little bit after lunch time and I even managed to get her to eat a whole turkey and swiss cheese sandwich for dinner. She is still too scared to sleep by herself, refusing to sleep with anyone else but me.
"Can you be a big girl today and if you get any nightmares try to tell me or Sammy what happens? It well help you, I promise."
Vi nods her head and lays down on my chest, falling asleep quickly. I nod off myself as I barely got any sleep last night.