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Post by Chevrolet Winchester on Apr 5, 2011 16:24:38 GMT -5
Chey Winchester had always done her best to be strong, even when she wasn’t sure what being strong actually entailed. Right now, as the young girl sat in the hospital waiting room, her head in her hands, all she could do was recall the words her brother had said to her in that bar nearly two months back. ‘You’re the strongest of all of us’. How could she believe that? Especially when yet again she was crumbling to her feet. She’d tried so hard but she didn’t seem to have anything to show for it. She’d gone through this alone for three and a half weeks, but as she sat there, with the knowledge that her baby girl was being cut open and no knowledge of whether she’d be okay… She couldn’t do it. No matter how strong she was or claimed to be… She needed him. She needed the person that would be normal with her but would make everything okay. She knew both of her brothers had their own things going on and that neither of them really needed her drama on top of that. But she needed him.
Wandering up to the desk, adjacent to the waiting area, Chey asked the woman behind it, a nurse she’d got to know quite well over the past few weeks, if she could borrow the phone quickly. Her fingers punched the numbers into the big chunk o’ plastic so hard she swore the keypad was going to cave in. Every ring felt like it took forever. Why did everything take so long when you wanted it to hurry the hell up? Just when Chey was ready to give up that far too familiar voice came onto the other end of the phone. “Benny? I need you!” She didn’t even know if he’d notice that she hadn’t been around. She didn’t know if Ben and Ryder would be talking by now. Hell the last thing she knew was Ryder was married and she was on her way down to throw them a party. Then it just all went wrong.
Maybe it was unfair for Chey to have simply not contacted her family in the weeks she’d been stuck in that hospital. Her first thought had been for her daughter’s safety. When both her brothers were on the heels of a demon and the entire family gathers at a hospital, you might as well put a target on the place. But right now, her strength was wavering. “I’m at XYZ Hospital. Do you remember we came here that time Dad got in trouble driving us home from the academy? Ry and me played Clue in the waiting room…. Miss Scarlett in the library with the candle stick? You told Ry that hussy’s were always vicious? I can’t explain all of it on the phone but it’s Jessica… and it’s bad. I need you. Can you be here?”
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Post by Ben Isaac Winchester on Apr 15, 2011 21:06:48 GMT -5
((Oh, the shortness.  ))
All in all, things were shaping up to be a fantastic night. There were some sweet tunes on the radio, he had the wind in his face and a beer in his hand…and if he wasn’t mistaken, there was the low flashing lights of a roadside bar up ahead. Just a few more minutes and some roguish grins, and he’d be having some fun with a leggy blonde in the back of the Impala. It was good to be a man.
But a big brother? The jury was still out on that one.
Pulling over to the side of the road, Ben eyed the caller ID on the screen of his phone. Chey usually called him to check up on a hunt, but…something was telling him that he’d need the car off of the highway for this one…and about a minute later, he’d be right. The sound of her voice made his chest tighten, and he gripped the steering wheel until it cracked in protest. After barking out a few questions of his own, he sped off toward the hospital and forced himself to mutter a few calming words.
Could he be there…how could she even ask that question? Sometimes, he really didn’t understand his little sister. Her brain worked like…well, like a woman’s. And Lord knew that he was NEVER going to understand that breed of human. Praying that it was nothing serious, that she just needed some moral support while baby Jessie got her first real cold, he pushed the Impala to its breaking point; practically going through the sound barrier to get to where he needed to be.
Like a steamroller, he came thundering into the building. He shook off nurses, who took his disheveled look to be a warning of some impending doom, ignored a couple security guards who demanded that he stay in the waiting room and barreled up to the charge nurse. She looked a bit scared, facing off with his narrowed eyed self, but he ignored it.
”I’m here to see my niece, Jessie Winchester. Where is she, dammit?!”
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Post by Chevrolet Winchester on May 1, 2011 15:03:29 GMT -5
As soon as she heard the nurses walking past the waiting room complaining about some guy causing a fuss, Chey knew all too well who the fuss maker was. She knew from experience that her brothers didn't exactly listen to authority figures, nor did they consider hospital staff to be such. Despite all the worries that were consuming her mind, more and more with every passing second, a gentle chuckle escaped the youngest Winchester sibling. After a quick wiggle of her toes, Chey slipped her feet into her clogs, lifting herself up from the seat and taking a deep breath, heading towards the trouble maker. Her head shook, her tired eyes unable to drag themselves away from her the sight of her eldest brother harassing a nurse. As she approached him quietly, words seemed to just flow effortlessly from her, after weeks of having to struggle to find just the right words to say. “We can't take you anywhere, can we Benjamin?” A gentle hand rested on his arm as she stood beside him, looking up. It was times like this, Chey felt ten years old again. Maybe because there were ten year olds taller than her, but it was that feeling of needing her big brother. She knew that it was beside him and Ryder that she felt safest. She knew that despite the teasing and threats and taunts over the years, they'd never let anything hurt her. “Thank you for coming. She was finally back to struggling for words. She had no idea what to say or do, she just prayed that he'd make it all go away. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Ben Isaac Winchester on May 28, 2011 9:11:44 GMT -5
Thank God that Chey appeared out of nowhere to stop him, or he’d probably have decked the male nurse that approached Ratchet over there, in an attempt to stop him from searching for his family. The two of them were nose to nose, with Ben practically towering over the other guy and only when he heard Chey’s voice did he back down. She sounded so much like her usual self, albeit a bit tired, that he was confused for a moment. Wasn’t this life or death? From the message he’d gotten, he’d figured somebody was dying!
Oh, please God, say that she’d just been scared about Jessica’s first hangnail and called him. That, he could take with ease. And a bit of screaming.
“You can take me places, just fine. Just don’t expect me to be nice when I’m surrounded by stupid people,” He growled, trading a glare with the nurse again. Taking her arm, he pulled her a few steps away from the others and took her into his arms, giving her a tight hug.
“You and Ryder, I swear to God…you’re gonna gimme a heart attack one of these days, just you wait. Are you alright, squirt? What’s going on?”
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Post by Chevrolet Winchester on Jun 8, 2011 8:43:46 GMT -5
Ben had moved her away from the other people around them and pulled her into his arms. God those things could do so much good and so much bad at exactly the same time. Her eyes clenched shut and her arms locked around his body as though she was hanging on for dear life. She was trying so hard not to cry. She whispered it to herself time and time again! Don't do it, Chey. You're stronger than that. You're a Mom. You have to be strong. It didn't work. As her head buried into Ben's chest, the tears fell effortlessly down her face. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. I didn't know what to do." Her big green eyes slipped up to look at her brother, her arms so tense around him they shook and her heart feeling like it was about to explode.
She knew once one thing came out, everything would, and she knew she had to tell Ben now. If she didn't tell him now, she'd get upset and it'd be harder. Letting go, Chey grabbed his hand and pulled him to sit down, her body falling into a seat and waiting for him to do the same. "It's bad Benny. It's real bad. She had kidney failure. The doctors were giving me that 'its not good so we're going to give you that reassuring bull shit smile' routine and I wasn't a match. I called Craig... I got desperate and I couldn't lose her! I just got her back and I couldn't lose her. He sat there telling me he wasn't her dad and he'd happily come and be tested but that he knew he wasn't."
Her eyes looked away from her big brothers, almost ashamed with herself. "I slept with Deklan. Deklan like my best fucking friend Deklan. I didn't even remember!! Like I wasn't a bad enough Mom already, I didn't even know who her dad was!" Her hands rubbed her face nervously, her cheeks still damp and her eyes still leaking. "I might not have even noticed. Prim had to tell me. Now she's in surgery fighting for her life and there's nothing I can do but pray she's going to be okay. Pray she's one of us. That she's a fighter."
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Post by Ben Isaac Winchester on Jun 25, 2011 20:49:26 GMT -5
Well, didn’t this seem achingly familiar? His little sister with tears in her eyes, looking up at him like he could save the day; him pulling her into his arms, wanting to chase all that pain away. It was like a snapshot from their earlier years, when she’d used to crawl onto the couch beside him on his vacations at him, snuggling into his side like some kind of scared kitten. All he’d ever wanted to do was making things better for his siblings. But hell if life would let such a thing happen.
Their bloodline was cursed to have every available drama land on their doorstep; it was official.
“No, it was good you called me. But next time, just make sure you hold off on the sobbing long enough to tell me what’s going on, okay?” Rubbing the palm of his hand along her back in comforting circles, he prepared herself for the rushed explanation he knew was coming. He held himself still, holding her close and stared over her head at the clock across the room. The only evidence of his tension was the tight pull of muscle in his clenched jaw.
For all of the things he was into, that his father and brother were into…being threatened by the monsters that they hunted was a very real thing. Hell, expected, even. But such a mundane reason for his niece’s life being threatened? Something as un-supernatural as kidney failure? It cut him deeper than anything else.
“Chey, honey, calm down,” He said, pulling back long enough to look down into her face. His first instinct was to find Craig and beat the shit out of him for not standing by his sister. His second was to find Deklan and beat the shit out of him, for being an obvious horndog. But, years of self discipline and the knowledge that a bloodied corpse wouldn’t help Jessie get well had him planting his feet right where they were. “So Deklan is Jessie’s father? It’s okay, baby girl…Jessie’s gonna be alright. Have you told Deklan?”
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