Dr. Carter Shea looks like she has it all together-bright smile, sharp wit, and signature pink scrubs that earned her the nickname "Dr. Barbie" long before she ever stepped foot inside The Pitt. She's bubbly, compassionate, and somehow manages to bring warmth into even the darkest trauma cases. But behind the charm and perfectly glossed smile is a woman running from an abusive past that nearly destroyed her. Starting over at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Hospital is supposed to be nothing more than a fresh start. Keep her head down. Work the shifts. Don't let anyone get too close. Then she meets Dr. Jack Abbot. Quietly protective and impossible to intimidate, Jack sees the cracks beneath Carter's carefully crafted sunshine. What starts as teasing banter during impossible shifts slowly becomes something deeper-late-night coffee runs, shared silence after brutal cases, and the terrifying realization that Carter feels safe with him in a way she never has before. But healing isn't linear, and the past Carter escaped refuses to stay buried. As the chaos of the ER pushes them together, Carter must learn that surviving isn't the same as living-and that maybe Trauma Barbie deserves her own happy ending too.

She stood before me with hair darker than it had been, eyes slightly clouded, almost distant. She smiled though. She always smiled. But there was something different. I could see it in the way she held herself. I could feel it around her like an aura. "Si...?" My voice died off, unbelieving that she was here, in front of me. "Been a while, huh, Dean-O?" She asked. I stride forward, all coherent thoughts dying as I quickly pulled her into my arms. She tensed for a moment, seeming taken aback as I hugged her close to me. Hesitantly, her arms snaked around my shoulders. I brought a hand up to cup the back of her head, shutting my eyes and taking a deep breath. Lavender and coconut....and whiskey? "I've missed you so much." I whispered. Saige pulled back then, shaking me off as if she didn't believe me. Then the door creaked open and a guy walked in. He was around my height, maybe an inch or two shorter. He had blond hair and dark eyes. "What are you doing here?" Saige asked, looking over at him. "Here to pick you up." He shrugged, a smirk forming on his face as he looked at me and placed an arm around her shoulder. "Nice to meet you. I'm Thomas." ____ One year after Sam sacrificed himself to stop the apocalypse, a year and a half after Saige died, and suddenly the two reappear, flipping Dean's world upside down and tilting it on its axis. He's pulled back into the hunting world now, unable to tell if he really wants to or not. Saige has had a horrible year. Her resurrection did not go as planned. She fell into bad places, into the hands of bad people. She was fighting for her life every day. She was being torn to pieces, she was tearing herself to pieces. Then when Dean is forced back into the hunting world, he is determined to fix what had happened to her but neither are sure it's possible. A/N: I do not own Supernatural, only Saige. All rights go to Eric Kripke and the CW

SOMETHING ABOUT THEM THORNTON GIRLS AND THEIR CALL TO THE STORM. [tyler owens x oc] [twisters 2024]

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