The story came as an inspiration to me, after I read: Just Say My Name by Lionidaslion on Community Live Journal.It is a 18 Chapter story plus Epilogue and I wanted to see the response it will receive.Please leave a comment, I learn from them.
Chapter 1: Beginning with Letter I
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"Because, it's a pretty awesome name and I'm a pretty awesome guy." Dean said confidently to the blond secretary.
"Thought batman was a 'pretty awesome' guy?" the blonde returned skeptically. Her long red painted fingernail touching an equally red painted mouth.
"We're one of the same. He's smart and a lady's man. Besides, I'm starting to believe that you're like Cat woman." Dean said accusingly, his finger wagging in her direction.
The blonde arched her brow questioningly, a playful smile teasing her red lips.
Dean answered."Because, you're smart and sexy, like Cat woman and I think, Batman is catnip to her kitten. Just like, I'm to the likes of you..."
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After hearing that, Sam was trying his best not to call Dean by his name. It was times like these that he wished he could. Dean, being the jerk that he is, was talking up the blond secretary at her desk. They were both told to sit and wait in the waiting room. Before, they could be ushered into Dr. Lucius office.
Sam was sitting in a comfortable love seat sofa. The cushioning was plush and sturdy but the back rest felt softer. He sat waiting for their turn along with the rest of the Doctor's patients, while watching his idiot brother make a spectacle of himself.
Instead of doing as he was told, Dean was leaning over the secretary's dark wooden desk, shifting the totem pole desk ornament to one side, to make space for his folded arms. Sam looked on in disgust. Only his brother can make such an ass of himself, by spouting such lame pick-up lines.
It didn't matter if the secretary was hot and Dean wanted to kill time. Dean should be sitting next to him. He had made sure to sit in the two person's love seat, where they had a reason to sit close together.
But no! From the moment, they entered the Doctor's office, which was lavishly decorated by the way. The blonde took an interest in his older brother and Dean stayed behind, basking in her attention, like thirteen year old virgin.
Even from where Sam sat, he watched the little blonde hanging on to his brother's every word. And 'Whadyakno'! From Dean's advantage and with the secretary leaning, so far over her desk, Dean was enjoying the sight, he's been offered. Propped up on her crossed arms, her deep cut pink sweater was sporting a pair of breast that Pamela Anderson would buy.
Giving, Sam the idea to call out Dean's name, so Dean could sport a stiff asset himself. It would be funny to watch, with him dressed as a federal agent, with a massive size boner. Sam knew that his brother would look over at him with annoyance, but still would beg him for a quickie in the bathroom, regardless of the circumstances.
Like that hasn't happen already!
The last time, was a perfect example of Sam slipping up. But hating himself for it, in the end. He didn't mean to call Dean's name, but when he was on autopilot his brother's name wasn't far from his lips.
When it had happened, they were at the morgue looking at the victim's body with one gaping vertical wound across her stomach and hardly any blood stains on the skin. The body was laid out on an iron slab, with her internal organs sectioned off into iron pewter dishes, according to size.
They were all surrounding her lifeless body, only on a different table, far off in the corner, were her large and smaller intestines. They were piled into a heap, in a big plastic bowl with their contents scraped out into another smaller one and the unbearable scent, in the morgue, was coming from that one small bowl. The mortician hadn't checked her stomach contents, but the rest of her organs were thoroughly dissected, some unrecognizable after the examination.
Sam nearly hurled in the Doctor's office. Just thinking about that smell, that was as president as the smell of the eucalyptus plants stuffed in the waiting room. He gave a light cough in his hand, hoping to get his stomach settled, to then pull his hand away, quickly. The slight smell of rubber was coming from his hand and was another stark reminder of the events of last night.
He had worn rubber gloves, to conduct his gruesome investigation. With cutting the wound horizontally open, it had created a cross cut over her stomach. He had pulled the four triangular shaped flaps back. Her esophagus and womb were the only organs left in her body cavity. From her chest till her belly, there was nothing left but skin, bones and air.
But with all of her insides on display, the smell of sterile noxious fumes mixed with the smell of acidic fermented digestive tract fluids and the open wound itself, large enough to remove a baby from, had made him light headed.
He remembered feeling numb and devoid of emotion, while he pulled the bottom skin back to pull her womb forward and take a closer look at it. His other hand was free to move fluorescent light above his head, brining it closer to the body.
The skin over the stomach was stretched to hold the eighth month old baby that was removed from its protective home. Still, the womb was intact. Not a scar or a tear on the organ. The womb looked normal with no conspicuous discoloration, as far as he can guess. Surprisingly, it was also very small.
Sam had felt confusion and helplessness, while searching for clues to whom or what could have done this. It was all nicely executed and they had left no trace of themselves behind.
His mind was elsewhere as he asked Dean for a scalpel, causing the slip up as he said Dean's name. Dean's reaction wasn't a shocker, but it still shocked Sam. He couldn't believe that his brother would want to have sex after viewing such a body.
The macabre sight wasn't horrific in the sterile room, but it was a shocking reminder of humanity and its mortality. The baby was gone and the mother was dead. End of story, no tears to be shed.
