A Mess It Grows ~ Supernatural Fanfiction

The Van Allen's vs A Wraith

Dean went to stand at the corner of the lounge room for some while. There he could watch everyone, from the staff to the patients, and find out who the wraith was thanks to a round mirror up in the corner by the ceiling. The clicking sound of heels approaching him made him glance to his left, only to find the good-looking Doctor Cartwright smiling at him.

"What's up, Doc?" Dean greeted her with his arms crossed over his chest.

"You tell me," she replied, glancing up at the round mirror Dean was fixing at.

"Hunting," he replied, turning his green gaze to her. "A Wraith, actually. Could be anybody."

"So, I could be a monster?" She inquired, causing Dean to check her image in the mirror. She looked perfectly normal.

"No, you're clean," he stated.

"Why you?"

"Why me, what?" Dean looked at her.

"Why do you have to hunt monsters?" She asked, looking right into his eyes. "Why not let someone else do it?"

Dean shrugged and smiled, "Can't find anybody else that dumb." The doctor watched him as he looked away, his face wearing a thoughtful expression. "It's my job. Somebody's gotta save people's asses, yours included."

"So, is there a quota?" She asked, causing him to look at her again. "How many people do you have to save?"

"All of them," he replied with no hesitation because that truly was the way he felt. He had to save these billions of people. It was his job. It was his responsibility. He couldn't fail. Not again.

"All of them?" She raised her eyebrows in surprise. "You think you have to save everyone?"

"Yep. Whole wide world of sports."

"How?"

Dean took a deep breath, licked his lips and turned to look at her. He didn't want to answer this question. As a matter of fact, he didn't want to answer half her questions. She didn't make him feel comfortable enough for him to open up about these kind of things. Her blue eyes were too bright and too professional. There was no warm. No softness. No sincerity. None of these things that he had gotten so accustomed with over the past few years because of the girls. With them he always had someone to listen to him, but now it just felt like that was slowly slipping away.

"Believe me, whatever you've got, I've heard weirder," the doctor said, taking him out of his thoughts. He refocused his eyes on her and blinked when he saw her biting down on her lip.

He sighed as he gave in, "It's the end of the world, okay? I mean, it's a damn Biblical apocalypse, and if I don't stop it and save everyone, then no one will, and we all die."

"That's horrible," she commented with a little frown.

"Yeah, tell me about it," he replied, turning to look up at the mirror.

"I mean, Apocalypse or no Apocalypse... Monsters or no monsters, that's a crushing weight to have on your shoulders," she developed and he looked at her. "To feel like six billion lives depend on you... God... How do you get up in the morning?" Dean stared at her for a moment as he was hit by the hard truth of her words.

"That's a good question," he nearly murmured, his fingers quickly reaching for the hair-tie around his left wrist while the woman watched him do.

"Hello, Eddie," Doctor Fuller greeted as he passed by.

"Uh, Doc," Dean replied before looking up at the mirror to check the doctor's image. He was instantly taken off guard when he saw an ugly decaying face with matted hair instead of the normal look of Doctor Fuller.