Dean POV:

We decided to take Chloe to Groove Grace Hospital. She was now starting to lose a lot more blood... and my once white handkerchief was now soaked and stained with a dark, deep, red color. Like that of a rose.
I was still in shock over the whole "brother" thing... but right now we had to focus on her.

I was driving the Impala; Sam was in the passenger's seat and Chloe and Clara were in the back. My speedometer increased as I rushed to the hospital; possibly running some red lights.

"Chloe, babe, hang in there, okay? We'll be there soon." I shouted towards the back as I ran a stressed hand through my hair.

I felt a hand rest on my shoulder and looked towards Sam, "She'll be just fine." he said, trying to reassure me. I nodded and returned my eyes towards the road while holding the steering wheel with an iron grip.



Once we reached the hospital, we went straight through the ER entrance and starting babbling like mad men.

"Nurse! Nurse! We need help! My girlfriend's hurt!" I yelled across the room.

Wait... did I just say girlfriend? Huh. I kind of really liked the sound of that.

I carried her in my arms as they brought a stretcher to place her on. Once they strapped her in, they began to roll her away.

"Wait... Wait!" I almost screamed, "Will she be okay? Nurse?!"

In a calm and resolved voice, the nurse responded with, "Just wait here, sir. We'll do the best we can." With that, my knees gave out on me, and I sunk to the floor. I just sat there, my mouth agape and shock prevalent in my eyes. It hit me like a bus. The realization, I mean. My girlfriend... girl-friend... best friend... whatever she was-- No. I knew exactly who she was. She was the girl that I cared most about in this world. She was the one who I thought about all the time. She was the reason for doing what I do. She was the perfect girl. She was all mine.

And I was supposed to protect her. And I failed her. And now, she could be slipping through my fingers.

My thoughts bombarded against each other, spreading negativity and regret throughout my body. This caused a single tear to roll down my cheek.

Please be okay, Chloe.

Sam tapped my shoulder and helped me up. Then a nurse led us to the waiting room. Waiting room... that's such an accurate term for that room. You're just left there. Waiting. Waiting in worry. Waiting in agony. Waiting in pain... I leaned over, rested my elbows on my knees, folded my hands and rested them against my chin as we continued to wait.

"Dean," Sam softly said, drawing me out of my worried confusion and thoughts, "We need to call Chloe's parents."

"Parent." I corrected him mindlessly; still staring at the blank wall across from us.

He sighed and readjusted himself in the seat next to me, "I know you're worried and stressed but she's going to be okay-"

"How do you know that?" I hissed at him, "And what gives you the right? The right to act like everything is okay? The right to think that you know me? I haven't seen you in 13 years, Sammy." My voice weakened and became a mere whisper, "What gives you the damn right."

"You really care about her don't you?" the way he said it wasn't condescending, but more caring and concerned.

I simply nodded.

He patted my back and rubbed it in a gesture of consolation, "At least call Dad first and see if he can fabricate some sort of story to tell her parent."

I nodded again and stood up. Dialing the number, the phone rang about a couple times before I heard, "Dean?"

"Hey, Dad." I said, my voice still trembling.

"Dean? What's wrong?"

"Um", I let out a breath to calm down my emotions, "We're at the hospital... Chloe... Um... One of Lilith's followers.. Um..." My voice shook as I attempted to explain what happened, "Can... Can you just get here as soon as possible?"

"Yeah, Dean. I'll be there soon. Just... Sit tight, okay?" Even though I know he couldn't see it, I nodded while biting my lip. Styles' don't cry. He hung up the phone and my arm mechanically fell to my side.

"Is he coming?" Sam asked.

"Yeah... He's gonna shit a brick when he sees you." I let out a single, weak chuckle.

Clara, who I forgot was even there at the moment, spoke next, "Wait, why?" After a few moments, she began to put two and two together, "Holy shit. Why didn't I see it earlier?" Her eyes dashed from my face to Sam's, "You're related aren't you?"

"Actually Clara, we're brothers." Sam answered while putting his arm around me, like, I guess, a normal brother would.

"But if you're brothers... Why does he have a different last name than you?"

"Our mother left our father when I was four and he was five. See, they had some custody agreement where each parent gets one kid. Well, I went with our mom and Dean went with our dad." Sam explained.

"But that doesn't explain why you two have different last names." She retorted.

"I know, I'm getting to that," he calmly replied with not even a hint of frustration. Man, he doesn't seem like my brother if he can keep his cool that well. "My mother wanted to create a new life for us- so we changed our last names and used my mother's maiden name as a start. Hence why my last name is Tomlinson and his is Styles."

"Ooooh. That makes sense." She then turned to me, "But how come you didn't recognize him at the dance?"

"I mean, it's been 13 years, Clara. He looked familiar but I just couldn't get down to the last detail on why he did... Not to mention that he doesn't have that lame-ass bowl hair cut anymore." I grinned making Sam playfully hit my arm. Damn, he got stronger too.

It may have seemed like my nerves were calming themselves down, but in reality, I was wearing a mask and beating myself up inside.

"I did this," I kept thinking to myself, " I caused her to be in this much pain. If we would've been together the whole night... It wouldn't have ended like this. Dammit! I'm such a fool! I probably ruined this night for her too..." And the more I kept convincing myself of these things, the guiltier I felt.

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Dad arrived shortly after the end of our little conversation and as he walked in, his jaw dropped down to the ground. His eyes landed directly on Sammy. And as he looked closer, he just couldn't believe his eyes.

"Sam?" He asked, pinching himself in the process, "Is that you?"

Sam nodded and they both embraced each other.

"How's your mom doing?"

"She's on a serious hunt and she didn't want me to tag along. And also she wanted me to get some sort of education so I've been staying with Uncle Bobby for the last 6 months."

"So... She's okay?"

Sam shrugged, "She keeps me updated every now and again."

And as they went on with their little reunion, my heart sunk deeper and deeper. As for my thoughts; they consumed themselves with more burden and worry.

I looked up towards the sky in hopelessness and desperation as I folded my hands.

Are you there God? It's me, Dean Styles... And I need a miracle.

Notes

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