Previously...
He laughs. "I don't know what to believe from you. You keep things from me, and you lie to me about things. I don't trust you, Olivia. I can't."
Tears start flooding my eyes again. "Don't say that," I reply weakly. "Don't...say that."
"And say we find Cas. What if I took you back? My bet is on you cheating again. I know you, Olivia. You've done this before. You'll do it again."
"N-no," I stutter. "I chose you, Sam. I want you. You came back...that wall in your head...that was when I made up my mind."
"Yeah, but that was before the whole thing with Dean, and then you felt bad for me again. You chose me then too, right?"
"That's it then," I reply softly. "We're...fighting. You felt bad for me for two seconds and now we're back to fighting. I realize I have problems, and I've admitted them. It took me some time, but I finally did it. When are you going to man up and admit your own?"
Just then, Dean walks out the front doors with tears in his eyes. "Guys..."
Now...
"So, there's nothing we can do?" Sam asks.
"I'm sorry. We just have to wait and see if the swelling goes down," the doctor replies.
I blink back more tears and take a deep breath just as Dean cuts in, "How long?"
"It's hard to tell with cases like this."
"Well, he's lasted this long. That's got to mean something, right?" Dean says.
"Well, yes. Listen -- the bullet didn't shatter, and only one hemisphere of is brain is injured. But...I don't want to give you guys false hope. He is far from out of the woods. Most of the time, in cases like this...they...they..."
"They die," I say softly, finding my voice.
"Right now, this all comes down to him. I'll keep you updated," the doctor replies, then he turns on his heel and heads in the opposite direction.
I take a deep breath as more tears run down my cheeks. I feel an arm wrap around me and pull me in.
"Um, excuse me," someone says from behind me.
I stand up and wipe my eyes, turning to face the source of the voice.
It's a shorter man wearing a suit and carrying a clipboard. "Is one of you Robert Singer's next of kin?" he asks.
"That's me," I reply, my voice cracking.
"I know this a difficult time, but would I be able to talk to you for a moment...and ask you some questions?" he says to me.
"Yeah, sure," I reply softly.
"If you'll come with me please." He turns and starts to head through the doors he came in.
A hand grabs my wrist and stops me from moving any further. I turn to see Sam and Dean both looking at me. "Are you gonna be okay?" Sam asks softly.
I nod my head. "I'll be fine," I assure them, but I don't know who I'm trying to assure -- them or me.
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Her Demons
Fanfiction"I lose him and what do I have left? He's all I've got," I say, tears running down my face. Sam reaches over and grips my hand tightly. I look over at him, wiping away some of the tears. "You've got us. You've always got us. We're not going anywhere...
