I Don’t Have Anyone Else (sequel to Two Little Lines)
Pairing: DeanXReader
Words: 1519
A/N: Here is the second Part of Two Little Lines. I hope you all enjoy it. If you haven’t read the first part you can find it here.
You sighed as you pulled your car into the parking lot of the local super center. How was it that every time you came to the god-forsaken place you were forced to park in Egypt? Did no one understand that it was a ridiculously long distance for an 8-month pregnant woman to walk? You passed a group of loud teenagers as you waddled your way into the building. You watched them get into their car, which was parked in the second row, and gave the young boy driving the stink eye. When you made it inside you found a bench and decided to take a breather. Being pregnant was not what you expected. Your stomach was the size of a beach ball, you got winded after only a short walk, your feet were swollen and you had to pee like every five minutes. You took a deep breath and ran you hands over your belly. “Your not even here yet and your already wearing me out” you smiled when you felt a foot kick out at you. “I know Nugget, it can’t be very easy to be squished in there either. You just have to wait a little longer. Okay?” With a newfound energy you stood and retrieved a cart from the bin, thankful that you had something to lean on as you walked.
A few isles in you began to feel dizzy, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. You have pushed through a lot worse during hunts before. A shopping trip was not going beat you down. Working your way through the store you had accumulated a lot in your cart. Bottles, formula, diapers… Onesies, baby powder, crib sheets, more diapers…. There was just so much! Luckily you already had a good amount of things in your tiny apartment. You had bought a little bit at a time, taking what was left from your paycheck from the little dinner where you worked as a waitress each week and putting it aside. This was the last haul though, after this you were finished. You had impressed yourself actually. When you left the bunker it had only been a few hours of driving before you pulled over on the side of the highway with tears in your eyes, and no breath in your lungs. It had struck you how difficult doing this on your own would be, and you almost turned around. But you channeled YOUR inner warrior and refused to let your fear ruin Dean’s life. You could do this for him. You loved him too much not to try…. So here you were, walking the perimeter of the baby section of the store, getting the last few items on your list. An hour later, with all of the items in your cart, you struggled to get to the check out. You couldn’t catch your breath, and the black spots in your vision were making it difficult to see where you were going. You were next in line when your body betrayed you, your legs buckling beneath you as you felt yourself fall to the ground. There were instantly people at your side, trying to help you up and asking if you were okay. But it was overwhelming your brain and you couldn’t make your mouth work to give them an answer. You couldn’t fight the darkness that crawled up from the back of your mind, and after a few minutes of struggling, you let yourself give in to the darkness.
Before you even opened your eyes you knew you were in the hospital. The smell of sanitizer and industrial cleaner burned your nostrils. The monitor beside you played a kind of melody, every deep and swish of your baby’s heart beat lulling you back to sleep. A few minutes later, a knock on your door forced you to open your eyes. A man, who you could only assume to be your doctor, was standing next to you, looking at your chart. He looked up from the papers and smiled at you. You were suddenly aware of the situation and remembered passing out in the store.
"How are we feeling? Any better?" He asked as he checked the various machines around you, making sure they were in working order.
"Fine I guess, I still can’t believe I passed out" your voice was rough and dry. You would probably kill someone for a drink of water. Sensing your discomfort he pulled a cup from your small side table and passed it to you. You gave him a weak smile, trying to show him your gratitude. You took a sip, feeling the cool liquid instantly soothe your throat.
"Well I can! Your body was trying to compensate for all of the hard work you were putting it through. Someone in your condition shouldn’t be putting extra stress in the body…. Do you know what preeclampsia is?" You shook your head no, feeling a slight panic rise in your chest. "It’s a condition that results from high blood pressure due to the pregnancy. It can cause fatigue, blurry vision, dizzy spells and nausea. If it’s not treated it can cause you and your baby a lot of discomfort.” He moved to put the chart down, and pulled up a seat next to you as he continued to talk. “Luckily there are things we can so to prevent that. Normally we would induce labor, but because you are a month away from your due date we don’t feel like that is your best option." You rubbed your stomach in soothing circles. You weren’t sure if you were trying to comfort yourself or your little nugget.
"What do you suggest?"
"I want to put you on bed rest. You need to keep your feet elevated and your blood pressure down in order to decrease your symptoms. This is the best thing you can do right now. Will the father be able to take care of you?"
"No. He ugh *cough* doesn’t really know about the situation." You replied feeling a bit guilty.
"Well is there anyone else that can take care of you? A family member, or a friend maybe? As much as I want you to be able to go home and rest comfortably, I don’t think I can ethically let you go without knowing someone will be there to make sure to help you if you need it. This is a very serious condition. I will give you a minute." You nodded, watching as he left, closing the door behind him. You understood completely were he was coming from, but it was a pain nonetheless. Before, you didn’t have anyone besides the boys and now that you had left you didn’t know if they would pick up the phone. Even still…NO. You couldn’t call Dean. It would ruin everything you had worked hard to set up. With only one person left, you grabbed your cell phone from your purse and dialed the number, silently praying that it was still in service. You put the phone up to your ear and listened to three rings.
"Umm hello?"
"Hey Sammy" There was a silence on the other end of the phone, and you were became nervous. “Sam?” Your fingers played with the edge of the hospital blanket as you waited for a response.
“(Y/N)?” Sam’s voice was quiet, almost like a whisper. “Is it really you?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Thank God. (Y/N) you had me worried sick. You just left and we couldn’t reach you on any of your phones. I was beginning to think the worst.” Tears pooled in your eyes at the sound of his voice. It sounded like you felt, scared. You had been so worried about Dean and protecting him that you hadn’t thought about your best friend. You felt awful.
“I’m so sorry Sammy. I ditched my phones and credit cards. I wanted do disappear. I thought it would make things easier for all of us if I just..” a sob escaped from the back of your throat. “But now I don’t know what to do” You were full on crying now, unable to hold anything back.
“(Y/N)?! Calm down, okay? Just tell me where you are.”
“Lincoln Nebraska.”
“Okay, Lincoln Nebraska… Where are you staying?’’
“Saint Elizabeth’s Hospital”
“HOSPITAL? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE HOSPITAL?!?! DAMMIT WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? ARE YOU HURT?! WHAT..”
“SAM! Its okay! I’m fine. I’m not bleeding; I still have all my arms and legs…. I’m fine.” You reassured. You didn’t mean to through him into a full-blown hysterical fit.
“If your fine, then what the hell are you doing in a hospital?” he asked, calling you out.
“I kinda…. collapsed when I was out shopping. Now, they wont let me leave without someone to sign me out. I’m really sorry Sam, I did an awful thing by just leaving without any notice, and I understand if you don’t want to help me. I wouldn’t blame you at all. I just….” You sighed, “I don’t have anyone else.”
“I’m on my way.”
