This is my first one-shot for Jack Abbott (The Pitt) — not my first time writing (been doing that for a while now), but definitely my first time diving into this man and this show… and yeah, I’m completely addicted at this point, no shame 🤷♀️
⚠️ Warnings:
Emotional angst
Patient death / overdose
Hospital/medical trauma themes
Age gap
Attending x doctor dynamic
Kissing / tension / questionable decisions 👀
⚠️ Important:
This is my original work. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or claim it as your own anywhere. Respect writers.
This is a raw, emotional one-shot—kinda messy in the best way, a little chaotic, very feelings-heavy… basically me putting my heart on paper and hoping it hits someone the same way it hit me while writing it.
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Yet another night, yet another 12—maybe 15—hour shift. Verdict’s still out, we’ll see. Coffee in hand, smile on my face as I walk into the Pitt. Night shift is a whole other beast—one that doesn’t like to be tamed, but runs wild into the open, breathing down every doctor’s and nurse’s neck. And don’t even get me started if it’s a full moon—it’s like the crazies are even crazier. But hey, I live for the adrenaline.
Heading to the nurse’s station, I catch a glimpse of him—the man I have the biggest crush on… Okay, fine, maybe it’s more than a crush… but I ain’t acting on it. He’s my attending, and nearly fifteen years older than me. So I keep my distance. Don’t wanna cosy up to the Bossman.
I take another sip of my steaming hot vanilla latte, my tongue darting out to catch a drop sliding down the lid.
He nods curtly. No smile, but no annoyance either—just courtesy. “Doctor.”
I nearly choke. “Dr. Abbott—hi. You doing good? Are you? What are you up to? Having a good shift?”
Can I please just stop rambling?
He squints his light eyes. “How much caffeine have you had already?” Then adds, “Try to breathe between words.”
I can feel my cheeks burning. “Uhm… yeah, too many.” I shake my head. “Excuse me—patients and all that.”
I walk briskly into an emergency room where an older man scolds me. “Can’t a man get some sleep?”
I mumble an apology and step back out, feeling his eyes burn a hole through me. Goodness, I hope he can’t read minds—because if he could… yeah, I’d be in serious trouble for having fantasies and feelings about Jack Abbott.
I sigh as I disappear around the corner, closing my eyes for a second. I’ve always been horrible at this—romantic feelings, all of it. And the worst part? I sabotage myself. Always falling for the emotionally unavailable, stoic, brooding types—the ones still hung up on an ex, carrying baggage bigger than an airport line, or with an age gap wide enough to make people assume I’ve got daddy issues… or that grey is my favourite colour. And don’t even get me started on the fact that age lines (aka wrinkles)? Yeah… kind of a turn-on.
I rub my temples, which does nothing to fix the frayed, messy strands of my hair.
Mumbling under my breath, I mutter, “Falling for him… that’s the easy part.”
I straighten up.
This is gonna be a long shift.
I’ve been running—from the feelings, from myself, from him… from something, nothing, everything. Hell if I know.
The only time I’m okay is when I’m focused on a patient. And we’ve had some crazy calls tonight—drunk college students who thought they were Superman, Spider-Man… heck, whatever superhero is cool. Is “cool” even still a cool word? Hell if I know. Shows you how life passes you by—one second you’re young, the next you’re in your thirties getting excited about an early night in, binge-watching a series with a tub of ice cream.
A sudden shiver runs down my spine as his breath brushes over my ear.
“Doctor… are you just gonna stand there, or finish your chart?”
I glance down. “Jack—I mean, Dr. Abbott.”
A knowing smirk crosses his face. “Yeah, last time I checked, that’s my name.”
My cheeks flare pink. “S-sorry… I’m just a little tired.”
He studies my face. “Yeah? I can tell.”
He lifts his hand toward my arm—not touching, but close enough that I can feel the warmth of his skin all the way up to my shoulder.
I—
Is he going to—
My heartbeat spikes—honestly, probably illegal at this point.
His hand moves past me. He grabs a pen.
“Damn pens nowadays,” he mutters, already scribbling on the chart.
And just like that… gone.
Everything after that is a blur. I think I said something like, “Yeah… darn pens,” before walking away—
Okay, fine.
Nearly running.
From him.
A patient comes in—late teens. Drug overdose.
Damn it.
He starts coding, and I’m on him instantly, chest compressions, counting under my breath like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered. I keep going. Longer than I should. Longer than anyone should.
This one hits harder than most—maybe it’s his age, maybe it’s the parents watching, maybe it’s the way his mom keeps whispering his name like he can still hear her.
I keep going.
Trying.
Begging.
His voice cuts through everything. “Doctor, stop compressions. It’s been too long.”
The mother screams, collapsing to the floor.
I try to stop. I do.
But I can’t.
It’s like my arms don’t belong to me anymore.
His hands—rough, steady—close over mine. Grounding me. Forcing me to stop.
Silence crashes in.
I stare at the clock on the wall. “T-time of death… 02:46.”
The parents are crying. Broken.
I strip off my gloves, toss them in the bin, and walk out before the tears spilling over can catch up with me.
I think I’m moving fast—faster than anyone could follow.
But he still catches up.
His voice is low. Controlled. “What was that?”
I turn, looking up at him. “Sorry, Dr. Abbott. Not all of us can be so… so…” I swallow hard. “Hardass about death like you are.”
He squints, those light eyes sharp. “Clearly you’re emotional, because that’s no way to speak to your attending.”
I let out a humourless laugh. “Excuse me? Emotional—what, because I’m a woman? Or because I actually dare to feel something?”
His throat bobs. “Doctor, you’re out of line. Take a break and come back when you’re a little more stable.”
My chest heaves. “Y-you—”
The wetness on my cheeks stops me cold.
Great.
Crying. In front of him.
I turn on my heel and storm off toward the roof—the one place where I can actually breathe. I try to control my breathing as I stare out over the city lights. After a second, I give up and sit down, knees pulled to my chest, chin resting there. Tears soak into my scrubs while the cool breeze does nothing but make everything worse.
I barely hear the rooftop door open—
but I feel him.
I always do.
His voice is low. Softer than I’ve ever heard it. “It’s not that I don’t care. I just know how to control it. You do this job long enough… you learn. Because if you don’t, it’ll break your heart until there’s nothing left.”
I glance up at him, standing over me. “I really don’t need a lecture… or a pity talk… or whatever. I need to be alone.”
He nods once. “Fine. We don’t have to talk.”
I squint as he lowers himself down beside me, groaning slightly, rubbing his knee—his prosthetic—like it’s acting up again.
I turn my face away. Not looking at him. Not giving him that.
But of course, he doesn’t let it go.
“You know… you did everything you could. Fentanyl’s no joke. The chances of survival are almost none.”
I let out a shaky breath, tears slipping free again. “Just stop, Jack. I really don’t need this right now.”
His hand comes up, fingers brushing under my chin, turning my face toward him before I can stop him.
“Then what do you need, huh?”
I search his eyes, my voice barely there. “I need every patient to be okay… for children to go home to their parents… for parents to live as long as their children…”
My voice falters.
“…for everything to be okay.”
He smiles—sad, quiet. “You chose the wrong job then, sweetheart.”
I sniff, letting out a weak, humourless huff. “Wow. Gee. Thanks. You’re great at this.”
That actually earns a small laugh from him. “I work night shift for a reason. The fewer conversations I have with people, the better.”
I shake my head, turning my face away from him. “Whatever.”
He sighs, rubbing his forehead.
For a moment, neither of us says anything.
Then his arm wraps around my shoulders, pulling me into a side hug.
I gasp, startled. “W-what?”
He doesn’t answer right away. His voice, when it comes, is softer than before. “I can’t make things okay for you… but I can be there for you.”
A fresh wave of tears hits, and his arm tightens slightly, pulling me closer. My head drops to his shoulder, tears soaking into his scrubs now.
We don’t speak.
Not at first.
Somewhere between the distant city noise and the steady rhythm of our breathing, my tears slow. My heart doesn’t race as hard.
I find something I didn’t expect—comfort.
In his arms.
In this moment.
In him.
He glances down at me. “There we go… see? All better now.”
I nod slowly, looking up at him through damp lashes. “Thank you… I needed that.”
A small smile tugs at his lips. “Could’ve sworn I’m a doctor.”
I let out a soft giggle, lightly slapping his arm. “Ugh, you’re so full of yourself.”
He smiles—really smiles this time—and holds my gaze.
His hand lifts, brushing gently against my cheek, his thumb wiping away the last traces of tears.
My eyes drop to his lips.
Dangerous mistake.
His voice is barely a whisper. “Beautiful.”
He leans in.
I gasp softly as his lips meet mine.
The kiss is slow at first—careful, testing—like he’s giving me time to pull away.
I don’t.
Instead, I melt into him.
And then it shifts.
Deeper. Warmer.
His hands come up, holding my face, pulling me closer as the kiss turns more intense, more certain. My hands press against his chest, grounding myself as everything else starts to blur.
For a second—just one—I let myself get lost in it.
In him.
Then reality crashes back in.
What the hell am I doing?
I pull back suddenly, breath unsteady, lips tingling. “I… I’m sorry. I can’t.”
His expression shifts—surprise, something darker flickering behind those light eyes.
I don’t wait.
I get up and run—straight for the door.
I don’t look back.
I don’t want to see his face.
And I know…
He won’t be right behind me. Not immediately.
In mere seconds, another emergency comes in. And another. And another.
Before I know it, morning creeps in and day shift starts filtering through the doors.
Not once do I look at Jack.
As a matter of fact… I avoid him. Completely.
I head into the locker room, exhaustion finally catching up with me. I just want to go home—no, need my bed.
I close my locker and turn around—
—and there he is.
Leaning against the lockers, irritation written all over his face… along with something else I can’t quite name.
His voice is low. “You’re just gonna leave after what happened?”
I look anywhere but at him. “It was a mistake. A—”
“A mistake?” he cuts in. “Really? Is that how it felt?”
I glance up at him. “I… uhm—”
He steps closer. “You’re gonna lie to my face? Really?”
I shake my head. “J-Jack… you’re my attending.”
He nods once. “Yeah. So?”
I blink, confused. “So? It’s wrong. You’re my boss… you’re older—”
He huffs. “Oh, so it’s my age now?” He steps even closer. “Because I guarantee you—I can make you feel things no guy your age ever could.”
I suck in a breath. “N-no… don’t…”
His hand plants against the locker behind me, trapping me in. “Don’t what?”
I force myself to hold my ground. “Don’t act like you like me.”
He goes still. Then his eyes narrow slightly.
“You’re right,” he says quietly. “I don’t like you.”
My stomach drops. “W-what?”
He leans in, his breath brushing my ear.
“I’ve fallen for you… since your first week.”
My breath catches. “I… I’ve been here for two years…”
“You think I don’t know that?” he murmurs. “It’s been torture. Not knowing if you felt the same. Wondering every damn day.”
I shake my head, heart pounding. “W-we can’t do this.”
His hand comes up, thumb brushing my lower lip, tilting my head back so I have no choice but to meet his eyes.
“Tell me right now you don’t feel anything for me,” he says, voice low, rough in a way I’ve never heard before, “and I’ll walk away. I’ll stop.”
My breath stutters.
“Y-you know I do…”
That’s all it takes.
His lips crash against mine—desperate, consuming, like he’s been holding back for far too long. My fingers tangle in his hair as I kiss him back just as fiercely, everything else fading away for a second.
His voice brushes against my lips, breathless. “I could get used to this…”
His mouth trails along my jaw, down my neck, and my head falls back before I can stop it—
Footsteps. Voices.
Reality.
“Stop—” I whisper.
He pulls back instantly, searching my face.
“I… I can’t.”
And this time, I don’t hesitate.
I walk out—fast, before I can change my mind.
Before I can fall any harder.
Tears blur my vision as I push through the doors.
Because falling for him?
That’s the easy part.
Knowing he feels the same…
That’s the part that ruins you.
I can’t let this happen. Real love doesn’t happen to someone like me.
No.
As I step out into the early morning light, the sun just beginning to rise, I make a decision.
Last night… was my last night shift.
Because I can’t keep working with a man I love.
Better to break my own heart now… than give him the power to do it later.
Its been awhile... 🤭... I know... But did this pencil sketch, the weekend... Man! I had fun... And yes I'm quite proud, at how it came out. I always loved horses so much, so let me know what y'all think? Okayz.... Bye .. love y'all 💖💋❤️❤️ #nescaveck #art #pencildrawing #ThankYouJesus #blessed 💕
So it's been awhile, since I did a pencil sketch 🤭, I saw a photo of this old man, so much emotion caught in his eyes, the wrinkles on his face a clear sign of so many years he's lived, so many stuff he went through, I tried to capture that essence the best I could, and somehow, somewhere, in this little pencil sketch, lies the emotions of not only the 'old man' but hopefully something that will capture the essence of your emotions as well, maybe your in deep thought about life, or just going through lifes experiences, but remember everything we go through only strengthens us, and gives us stories to tell, or maybe we can help someone else out one day. ❤️🩷 - much love Nesca XO ❤️🩷🐞
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A/N: Awww !my bugsies, this is just soooo freaking cute, don't get me wrong!!!! I'm still a 'Dean girlie' but 'Sam' is growing on me🥹😱
Side Note: Thank you all for the love and support, I love each and everyone of y'all 🐞❤️🩷🥳
Warnings: Fluff, Hospital scene's, mentions of blood, if anything else, let me know!!!🐞🩷
'You put the boom-boom into my heart (ooh-ooh), you send my soul sky-high, when your lovin' starts, Jitterbug into my brain (yeah-yeah)' her eyes flung open as the alarm went off, a smile crept onto her lips, tapping on Sam's chest with her fingertips to the beat, her voice fruity, when she starts singing with 'wham' ... 'wake me up before you go-go' ... She starts showering him with little kisses, "wake up, sleepyhead" a sleepy smile tugs at his mouth, his eyes soft as he looks at her beautiful face, "morning sweetie" without any warning he puts his hands on her hips, rolling her over so that he's hovering on top of her, she let's out a giggle, "morning babe".
His lips brushes over hers, the kisses getting more passionate with every second passing, pulling a little back, to come up for air, breathy and with a teasing smile she asks "aren't we going for our morning jog babe?" A devilish grin, forms on his handsome face, "oh I can think of another way we can burn some calories" and with no further hesitation, he kisses her lips, tracing down to her neck, then towards her collar bone, her body reacts too his lips gracing her skin.
Spending the better half off the morning in each other's arms, "I love you so much babe" her voice sweet.
"I love you too sweetie" he says placing a kiss at the crown of her head.
"I wish I could stay like this forever, your arms around me, hearing your heartbeat, but my shift is starting soon" saying with a half smile.
Glancing at the alarm clock his eyes widens, "oh shit, Hun, I'm late again!" He exclaims
"What?" Concern evident on her face
Teasing her, "it's your fault, don't act so innocent"
Pouting now! "How is it my fault"?
"Well it's your alluring beauty, that forces me to stay of course!" He mocks
Both of them burst into laughter as they get out of bed, while there busy getting ready for the day, they laugh and chat, like they do every morning. In the kitchen she makes the coffee, throwing some muesli and yogurt into 'to-go' bowls, as they will not have time to eat at home.
Getting into Sam's car, driving her towards the subway train station, kissing each other goodbye, he drives off to his office, as she gets on the train, the hospital being on the opposite side of where they live, its just easier for her to commute this way.
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Looking at the watch, what Amy gave him, for his birthday last year, engraved with, Love, Amy , cussing himself for walking into his office so late.
''Morning Sir,'' the woman's voice sounded sugary
Confused expression on his face ''And you are?''
A smile on her, face, her almond eyes friendly ''I'm Ruby the temp standing in for Margie, while she's on maternity leave''
Scratching the back off his head ''Oh is it today already, I'm sorry, Hi, I'm Sam Winchester''
A giggle escapes her lips ''Its okay it looks like you had a busy morning''
''You have no idea, Miss? sorry your name? he questioned
''Oh, It's Ruby Jones'' her voice sweet
''Nice to meet you, Any messages?'' he asked
''Yes, two men called, a detective Novak, in connection with a case your working on, and another guy, he wanted to know how your doing, but didn't leave a name or contact details, sorry, would you like some coffee?'' she cheered
With a lifted brow, but with a smile, ''Thanks Ruby, I appreciate, I'm fine with the coffee for now, I'll howler if I need anything else''
''Alrighty Sir'' her voice rang
''Call me Sam'' he shouts as he walks into his office, closes the door behind him, glancing at the notes, his thoughts drifting off to the day he said he was going to college, off course his dad wasn't happy about, but nor was his older brother, Dean, at the time he thought it was because, he wanted to become a lawyer, as he gotten older, he realized, it wasn't the fact that he went to college, it was that he was leaving him behind, Dean has always taken care of him, when they were still little, his older brother carried him out of the house fire that took their mother's life, leaving their father bitter, and ever since that day, Dean swore he'll take care of him, but the day he moved to the city, to study, was like it broke something in their bond.
Every now and then he'll get a call from a man not leaving a name, but he knows its Dean, checking in on him, now and then, he'll wonder what Dean did with his life, of course he misses his big brother, but he has no way of getting in contact with him, and as for his father, he tried giving him a call on the first Christmas, but John was more bitter than ever, cussing Sam out from a side, the only thing he could make out of his dad's drunken slur, was that Dean has left him as well, but he had no information on were he is or what he's doing!
The beeping sound on his phone, breaks his thoughts, 'Hey babe, have a great day, you've got this, I'm so proud of you, I love you' he loved getting texts from Amy, always telling him that, she's proud of him, and that she loves him, it gives him always that little extra nudge, to do better. Just quickly texting her back, 'Love you too babe, xoxo' before he dials, Detective Novak back.
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As she walks in the big hospital doors, she reads Sam's text, she smiled, saying underneath her breath ''oh the love I have for that giant man'' walking towards the doctor's lounge, the charge nurse approaches her, her short platinum blonde hair, nicely styled with her longer side bangs, pinned behind her ears, making her high cheekbones more prominent, her olive-green eyes, sparkling and her full lips are turned upwards revealing a big smile, her voice sing-songs ''Hello Doctor Summers''
Her smile still evident on her face showing the dimples, ''Morning Nurse Brown, don't you look full of energy''
''You would be too Amy, George asked me last night to marry him'' she cheered, showing her the princess cut diamond ring on her slender finger.
Excitement in her voice, ''Ada that's amazing, congrats, I'm so happy for you'' pulling her into a celebratory hug.
''Thank you, it was so romantic, tell you all about it over coffee'' she claimed
''Looking forward to it, Nurse almost Tucker'' she mocks
Only hearing the sing-song laughter as she walks towards the ER, thinking to herself, Ada Brown, is the only real friend she has in the whole hospital, for some reason, she's the only one who could see through her cold exterior, and even though she was reluctant letting a co-worker become a friend, Ada stuck by her side in the four years, she's been working here, and some where along the line, they became like sisters, of course the other staff, has no clue how the friendly outgoing nurse, can be friends with the cold doctor, but if anyone, tries to tell her about how cold and rude Amy is, she'll just shake her head, letting them know, ''you don't know her like I do''
Tying her hair up into a high ponytail, pinning her bangs back, so it doesn't fall in front of her eyes, as she works, reveals her delicate face. Walking out of doctor's lounge with her dark blue scrubs, hugging her hourglass figure, ready for whatever the day holds. As she walks towards the cafeteria for her fifth, espresso, her pager goes off, running towards the ER, ''Where do you need me Nurse Brown''
''Trauma Bay 3, Dr. Summers'' she expressed
''Got It'' she exclaimed, as she approached, grabbing a pair of medical gloves, observing a older man, eyes open, confused look on his face, her voice low and gently ''hello, I'm Dr. Summers, mind telling what happened''
The man's voice croaky ''I..I can't remember, I were driving and everything went dark''
A smile on her heart shaped lips, ''Okay well let's see what we can do for you'' her fingers gently runs over, the man's bushy brows, ''this is going to need stitches for sure'' holding her finger, ''follow my finger, from the right to the left please'' the man just whines in response, still confused. ''What's your name'' she questioned
''M..Mike, Mike Sanders'' he answered
''Well MR. Sanders, wish we met under other circumstances, but I'll tell you what, once we've done an x-ray to see in you have any fractures, we'll send you for a head CT, I'm also going to run some labs, to see, if we can spot the reason, why you blacked out behind the wheel okay, and then when you come back, we'll have a nice little chat, about how to make you better,'' saying with a assuring smile.
''Sounds good Doc'' he expresses
Once she's done with the stitches, she asks the porters to take him for the other tests. Removing her gloves walking over to the nurses station, ''at least he didn't get to hurt in the car crash''
''Yeah, the medics just said, he slightly crashed into a tree, the bystanders said he went very slow,'' nurse Brown said.
Before Amy could reply a man drenched in blood ran in, holding another man in his arms, unconscious, and bleeding from his neck, ''I need help now'' his rough voice demanded
Amy ran towards them, two others nurses went into the closest trauma bay, to be ready, for what Dr. Summers needs. The man placed the wounded man on the hospital bed, ''He's not breathing, no pulse'' she starts to resituate him, while the other nurse holds pressure on the bullet wound in his neck. The male Nurse let everyone know to stand back, as he places the defibrillator on his chest.
After a few minutes, and no pulse or heart beat rhythm, Doctor Summer calls it. Walking out towards the man, distorted look on her face, her voice apologetic ''Sorry sir, unfortunately he didn't make it, his blood loss was just to severe.''
The man's face hardens his rough voice, almost screaming, ''No! You better save my brother, now!''
''Sir, I'm so sorry for your loss, but, there's nothing else, I can do'' her voice stern
The man glares at her, his eyes frighteningly dark, walking closer towards his brother, but then suddenly he turns around, pulling out a knife, grabbing the doctor from behind, ''save him now dammit'' he orders
Amy just stands there, her heart beating rapidly as she feels the blade's, sharp edges to her neck, piercing the skin, letting the red liquid seep through, barely breathing, scanning the room as everybody's eyes are glued on her, some shocked, some frightened and some even crying a little. He's warm breath sending shivers up her back, as he demands, they save his brother. In a small voice she tries to talk him down, but the security guard getting closer, upsets the man, making him...
Some, of my recent pencil sketches 🥹🐞, I've completely forgotten to post them over these couple of months 😂😱 I guess the whole "ditziness" is a "artist thing" 😂😅 so yeah I'd love to take some time to share some of my art, and I would absolutely appreciate it, if y'all, comment, like, repost, share, and just give me your opinion. 🐞🥰 Thank you my dear bugsies.. I love you all so much.🐞🥰💕💞❤️💓
Its something else, I had this idea of adding bright colours with vintage colours, and sort of making the vintage colours stretch into the bright colours... It might not be perfect, but it makes one wonder🤭🐞💕💓 #d_nesca #original #art #wonder #acrylic #bugsies
Feeling the steel underneath your body, hands and feet tied with chains, Luke walking around circling you, trailing the bonesaw, on the table, then running it down your arms, making little cuts everywhere, he's laughing, tears streaming down your face, please, Luke, please, I'm begging you. "Him saying his waited for so long to be able to do this." You squirm and try to get out of the chains, but damn there's no way out. He looks at you, with that devilish smile of his, first we'll start here, he said laughing. He puts the saw, to your wrist, making backwards and forwards motions, even through, your screams you can hear the bone making almost crackling noises while you see the blood gushing, washing away the bone fragments. Stop, stop it damnit you scream.
Sweetheart! Its just a nightmare, your still here with me! Babygirl wake up. Bobby says while shaking you awake.
What the hell! Your breath heavy, your heart racing, sweat forming against your forehead. Running your hands over your face, it was a damn dream. Grabbing ahold of Bobby, fear written all over your face! I'm okay, your okay, we're okay, you say, with exhaustion in your voice.
Bobby just holds you! In a low deep voice, he says, he'll be back soon, darling, we need to try and get out of here. Or its going to be to late for us. Who knows what he'll do to us today.?
Still holding onto Bobby, your mind starts to wander to the last three days, he's gotten meaner, angrier, he doesn't give them anything to eat anymore, just a little water, one bottle a day, between the two of them. Making them weaker and weaker. Last night, he came in and started kicking the shit out them, for no damn reason. He was so angry, he's eyes colder than before. They both just laid there not having the strength to get up and fight back, both of them hurting, bruises, and blood everywhere, you are sure your bodies have more broken bones than most can handle. Honestly at this point, your starting to think it will be better if he just ends it all right now!.
Your thoughts get interrupted, by Bobby pushing you slightly away, looking into your tired eyes, he's voice filled with concern and heartache, honey, your burning up, taking his hand to your forehead. Shit! Shit! Shit! The infection is spreading, he removes the piece of cloth he made into a sort of bandage, picking it up slowly, the cloth is wet with blood and yellow skin matter, damnit he screams, hitting the cage.
Putting your hand over Bobby's, calloused hand, looking into his sad blue eyes, speaking in such a calm voice it even surprises you, "Bobby, stop, its okay, it doesn't matter anymore, we've tried, and damn did we fight, I'm proud of us. You start to cough again, you had this cough for few days, thinking it might be a cold, but really deep down knowing, its the sepsis that's gotten into your bloodstream.
Bobby just looks at you, his eyes glistening, trying to fight back the tears he feels. He doesn't have the words, he just pulls you close, knowing there's nothing he can say or do to fix this, it feels as if he's heart has sunk, knowing he failed you, he couldn't save you this time.
....
Dean followed Luke, to an abandoned road, through the forest, a place so well hidden that no-one would have known it was there. Its a factory like barn maybe.
Dean quickly dials Sam's number again, "Hey you've reached Sam Winchester, most probably in court, call you back later" Damnit Sammy, when you get this, I've found her, I'm sending you coordinates, come as soon as you can. Thanks man.
He puts the phone down, opening the glovebox taking out his service pistol, and a backup piece he places it in his boot. It be best if I take him by surprise, he thinks,.
Waiting for him to go into the factory. He searches the perimeter first, trying to plan escapes routes incase she's in bad shape. Not that he really wants to think about that. Peeking through a rusty hole he only sees Luke talking to someone, but he can't see who it is. He's holding a knife, maybe a saw, whatever the damn case, he's going in.
Breathing in deeply, trying to brace himself to see her, in which ever state she's in, ignoring the pain in his chest. He kicks open the door, weapon in hand, blinking his eyes quickly to adjust to the darkness.
Hey jerk! Dean shouts, if you wanted me dead you should've done it yourself, sarcasm dripping from his lips.
Luke just stand there smiling, your too late,there done for , they want to die, look at them,.
Dean looks at the cage, Bobby sits against the bars holding her in his arms, he doesn't even lift his head to look at him, swallowing the tightness in his throat, speaking in a deep, painstaking voice, you are going to hell for what you did!, When I'm done with you, your going to beg me to kill you, you damn bastard!
Luke laughing! Your a sheriff you can't just kill me!
Dean's face hardens, taking his sheriff badge and service weapon, putting it down on the ground, consider me retired he said running towards Luke smashing him against the cage.
Luke trying to drive the knife through Dean, but failing as Dean pushes him deeper into the steel bars, his fists doing the talking. Luke getting his right hand out of Dean's grip, punching Dean directly at the still recovering wound.
Dean stumbles a little backwards, flinching at the pain in his chest, Luke pushing the knife against Dean's throat, he's eyes laughing when he says, guess I get to kill you myself afterall.
"Not a single trace of worry or fear, across Dean's face, smiling a little, saying I don't think so. Dean's fist strikes Luke in the gut, Dean doesn't stop until Luke lies in a puddle of his own blood, his face beaten to a pulp, taking the knife out of his hand, about to finish the bastard's life, he hears a familiar voice, "Dean, don't do it, it's not worth it! Sam says, his voice filled with concern.
Looking up at his brother, he drops the knife, knowing he's right. He searches for the keys to open the cage, praying, hoping his not to late.
Sam walks closer, seeing the crap is beaten of the bastard ,he walks the other way around to meet up with Dean so that he doesn't get blood on his shoes.
Dean and Sam heads into the cage, Bobby mumbling something but The two of them can't make out a word he says.
Dean comes closer, bending down, he looks at her, his fingers removing the strands of hair hanging over her face, the shock of seeing her face all bloodied, full of bruises with open scrapes and gashes, let's him fall to his knees, his face revealing the anger and heartache, almost to afraid to check for a pulse, he's picks up her hand, flinching at the sight of her torn open, rope burned skin, she's still alive Sammy , his voice hopeful but broken.
Before getting back onto his feet, Luke pulling a gun on them catches his eye, and without thinking twice he pulls out his backup piece, pulling the trigger, the bullet flies towards the room, in between the cold eyes, Luke hits the ground, in a matter of seconds, Dean looks back to Sam and neither of them say a word. Bending down, grabbing ahold of her, just holding her to his chest, I got you baby, Dean says underneath his breath, let's get you home.
Sam takes Bobby and halfway carries him out to his car.
Dean picks her up, carrying her to the impala, before putting her down in the backseat, her eyes opened slightly, a barely audible "Dean" escapes her lips, yes sweetheart your safe, knowing that Dean get behinds the wheel, and starts driving like hell towards the hospital...
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