Caylee wasn't feeling well. She wasn't feeling well at all. After being on the road for over three weeks straight, eating nothing but fast food and barely getting any sleep in the cramped car, was wearing down her fourteen-year-old body. She was cold, had both a headache, that could be contributed to Dean's music, and a stomache ache, and to top it all off she thought she was getting the watery taste in her mouth that told her she was gonna vomit. Caylee wanted to ask her two older brothers, who were in the car with her, if they could stop at a motel for the night, but decided against it. She knew her brothers were going through a really rough time right now, so she didn't want to feel like a burden right now, She had no where else to go.
It was three weeks since their father died. Dean was taking it the hardest. Sure Sam was broken up about it, but Dean was shattered. His father, his hero, was gone. Hell, he probably sold his soul so Dean could live. While Sam has been trying to comfort him and try and make him feel better, Caylee felt like she was an outsider. She didn't want to feel that way, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't help but have this worry that they didn't want her around anymore. Even though they were sibilings (no half sibilings, she reminded herself) she didn't want them to think of her as an obligation. She would hate that. She cared about John too but not once did her brothers ask her if she was ok.
I suppose she didn't need to be asked, because she already knew the answer. Yes, she was ok. She was fine. John was her father and all, but she wasn't raised by him. She was raised by her mother. That was HER hero. The person that read her bedtime stories every night. The person that would play with her after work, even though she knew she was exhausted. The person who worked her butt off day and night to give Caylee a home and nice things. The one that would come running if she was needed. HER hero died six months ago.
So she decided to suck it up and closed her eyes, hoping to get some much needed sleep. She fell asleep to the hum of the impala.
She awoke in a coughing fit. She sat upright and leaned forward in an attempt to get some air in her lungs. She noted it was dark. That means she must have slept at least a couple of hours. It wasn't helping. She was still coughing to the point where it hurt.
Dean looked at her in the rearview mirror as Sam turned his head at the sound of their baby sister hacking away in the backseat. Dean, still hurting at the pain of his dad's death, played it off as something going down the wrong pipe.
" Caylee, you got a hair ball?" he said with a small smirk.
Apparedentally he didn't notice her going cherry red in the face from the lack of oxygen, but Sam sure did.
"Dean, stop the car now!!!" he said a little too abrupt, because the car came to a sudden stop on the side of the road. Sam was out of the car and sliding into the backseat where Caylee has been living for the better part of the month. He placed on hand on her back and started firmly patting in an effort to unlodge whatever was choking his baby sis.
Dean who was still pretty damn clueless up to that point, toook one look at Caylee's face and Sam's frantic attempt to help her and he was out of the car and staking his place on the other side of his sisters convulsing body, completly at a loss at what he could do, so he simply started running his fingers through her hair, letting Sam be the one freaking out trying to get her to tell him what was wrong.
The last few minutes have been a complete blur to Caylee. One minute they were driving to their next hunt and the next the car was stopped and Sam and Dean were next to her. She wanted to tell them she couldn't stop, but she couldn't get it out between the constant coughing. Her heart started racing when she detected the unmistakable ironny taste of blood and it sent a single shiver down her back when she felt her hand, that was currently covering her mouth, get wet in what she was positive was her blood.
She suddenly felt really dizzy, and the entire world around her seemed to go blurry. She took her free arm and tugged on the jacket of the person sitting next to her. She didn't know that person was Dean. All she knew was that she managed to pull her hand away from her mouth to show that person that something was wrong.
They got the message all right. Sam and Dean both gasped at the amount of blood covering their sister's hand and looked in shock at one another until Sam broke out of the trance and knew they had to act fast.
"Dean, we need to get to the nearest hospital now!!" he said while trying to catch the blood she was throwing up.
Dean didn't waste anymore time, before he was behind the wheel of his car and was speeding away to the hospital he noted in the last town. Thankful it was only about fifteen minutes away. He pressed down further on the accelerator and decided they would make it there in seven. Screw the law, his baby sister was in trouble.
Sam remained in the back seat with Caylee trying to catch the blood coming from her mouth, while whispering words of encouragement and love into her ear. His heart plummeted when her felt her go limp in his arms. 'No' he thought, 'Not now, not with Caylee'.