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Chapter 10: Demons
I started to sit up but found myself unable to as pain shot through my chest and shoulder. Damn! I thought as I swat away Dean's hand as he reached over to help me. He sighed angrily and stepped back. I groaned as another wave of pain shot through my back making it feel worse then any pulled muscle I'd ever had. I should have let him help me, I thought as I finally got into the right position at last.
"Hey Dean!" I groaned as I looked around absorbing the scene. How the hell did I get in a hospital! The memory of the night events were hazy. I remember rushing back to the motel room and ….nothing else. I sighed and shocked my head. It must have been one hell of a night, I thought as I tugged on my handcuffs.
"Dad?"
I Looked up at Dean and my mouth dropped as the memories of the night came rushing back, the hunt, the race to the motel room, the police, and the blinding hospital lights. Sam!
"Dean? What on earth happened to you?"I gasped.
He looked awful, his face was pale, his hair and clothes damp looking, he had a large lump and cut on his forehead along with little tiny cuts and bruises.
"Puberty." He sighed with a halfhearted smile.
"Damn it Dean it's not time for jokes!" I snapped not in the mood to hear his vain attempt at a joke. Sam? Where's Sam?
"Sorry." Dean sighed sadly as I looked around the room for Sam. Where was he?
I froze. Where was Sam? Panic surged through my body as the realization hit me. He's not here. I'm too late!
" Where is your brother?" I ordered as the panic in my voice began to take over.
"I don't know Dad. The police…. He got away….But …" The panic and sadness was obvious in his voice as he looked away from me.
"Where's Sam?!" I begged as I grabbed his shoulders forcing him to look at me.
"I am so sorry Dad. I don't know where he is."
I froze. My little boy was out there and in the hands of a monster. My face turned pale as the room around me began to spin. It's got Sam! This is all my fault I should have never have left them alone. I should have…..
" Dad! Are you okay?" Dean begged. "Dad!"
That monster has got Sam! Oh God! Sammy my baby boy. What have I done?
"Dad? Come on Dad snap out of it I need you! Sam needs you!"
Dean's desperate pleads snapped me out of it. He was right Sam needed me to be stronger then this. I looked up at Dean's scared face, we are going to get Sam back no matter what.
I struggled to find the right words to tell my Dad that I had lost Sam, and as the words finally left my mouth I felt a huge way of much needed relief. The stress of the night had rock me to my core. I waited for Dad's response knowing that any second Dad would explode in a fit of rage. But I was ready for it. Now we could get Sam back. But I knew it was a foolish thought. Sam was long gone by now.
And to make matters worseDad had turned white the moment the words left my mouth. I hadn't expected that. Dad was always so cool under these situations it was then that I knew it worse then I could ever imagine. Dad knew what was going on?
"Dad, please talk to me. Dad please!" I begged as I shook his shoulders praying that I hadn't given him a heart attack or a stroke. I stopped when Dad finally pushed me away with a groan and a sob.
"Dean you need to tell me everything." he demanded, his face still pale and weak a single tear running down his cheek.
"Dad!" I gasped as I watched tears begin to build up in his eyes. But Dad never cries, not since mom died…
"Dean! Tell me what happen at the motel? What happened to you and Sam? Did….." I cut him off the anger and frustrations of the night came rushing back to me.
"Did what? Dad, what on earth is going on? You were hunting something weren't you, and it went wrong that's it isn't it? That's why the police are going nuts over you! Something went wrong on your hunt. And now Sam's the one being hunted!" I yelled, panic surging through my body. What the hell is happening?!
"What happened at the motel?" He ordered as his face turned angry and frustrated.
"No Dad what happened to you? Sam and I were waiting for you to show up for days, and then out of nowhere here come in some nosy cops waving an arrest warrant in my face saying you kidnapped and killed some banker dude. So tell me dad what the hell is going on? Cause I hope it was real worth putting Sam and me in danger!" I screamed as I began to pace back and forth waiting for my severe punishment for disobeying. I've never yelled at Dad before. I always followed and obeyed orders no questions asked. It scared me to think that I could. I was as bad as Sam now.
"Dean Winchester how dare you! You know what I have to do. I'm a hunter for God's sake!"
"Yeah! But you're a Dad too." I shot back my face turning red with embarrassment.
He sighed. "Do you think I don't know that Dean. You and your brother are all I care about!"
"I know that Dad! But that is only when you aren't hunting." I cried as tears rolled down my face. "Sam's right your obsessed!"
Dad sat there shell shocked, never had I ever questioned him. I knew I went to far Dad was right he was a hunter and he was my Dad he just had to figure out how to make it work better. "I'm sorry Dad I didn't mean it I am just…. tired." I sighed hanging my head in shame.
"It's okay you've had a rough night we both have. But you've got to listen to me. I had to do this hunt if it had been another I wouldn't have gone I would have let Bobby handle it and take you guys up to pastor Jim's place like I promised. But Dean this was important for all of us." He pleaded.
"What was so…..You were hunting a demon!" The realization hit me like an anvil. I couldn't believe it. Only one type of hunt made my dad nutty and that was a demon. He always hoped one day it would be the demon that killed mom but it never was.
"I wasn't hunting just any demon. I was hunting the monster that killed your mother. I found yellow eyes!"
I stood shocked unable to breathe or move from where I was standing. He found the monster, the monster that took my mom away. He actually found him. "Did you get him?" I begged remembering the banker who was killed.
"No, he got away but I got one of his buddy's. But Dean that isn't important. What's important is that it's after Sam! I don't know why but it is. That's why I was racing to the motel. I was trying to get to you before it did."
"What? Why on earth would it be after Sam? He's just a little kid." I gasped. No not Sam! Oh my poor baby brother what chance did he stand against a demon? I started to tremble, as I collapse into one of the hospital chairs.
"I don't know but it wants Sam bad. It planned this whole thing the banker, the police, everything. Hell! He was the one who called the police. and it all leads up to him getting Sam. I sorry Dean I should have know it was a set up. Everything was just too easy. I should have protected you and Sam better. I should have taken you to Jim's!"
The hospital room was deathly quiet. I couldn't breathe as the room began to dance around in front of me. Sammy! I am coming for you I promise. I began telling Dad what happened hoping it would help us find my little brother.
It was a while before I managed to get Dad free of his handcuffs. I had to lift him onto his feet and help get him dressed in some clothes I had found for him. We hadn't spoken sense he told me about the demon and how it was after Sam. The silence was killing me as it gave me time to think of all the what ifs I had been dreading on my way here. We made it into the hall, Dad leaning on my shoulder, still recovering from emergency surgery from a stabbing wound he received from a letter opener the banker had. His arm was bandaged up to his elbow, broken in three places. He was also covered in long abrasions. He groaned with each step gripping his side as we made are way down the long hallway that seemed to be endless. I pushed open the emergency exit door and walked through sighing as I looked down at all the stairs we would have to go down.
"Will you be alright?" I asked as I stared up at him.
"I'll manage." He said as we marched forward, unaware that we shut the door just in time, as a group of police officers ran down the hall and into the room we had just escaped from.
The trip down the stairs was awful we almost lost our balance at least a dozen times. Dad was now in an amazing amount of pain and was bleeding slightly from his stitches. We walked out into the rain, getting soaked instantly.
I looked up to Dad his face was grim to say the least. "Now what?" I asked already knowing he had a plan.
He pointed towards the truck I was hiding behind earlier and said, "We're going to borrow that and get back to the motel. Then you are going to call Bobby and tell him to meet us there and then we're going to get your brother back."
"Okay!" I cheered as we limped towards the rust bucket. A sense of peace fell upon me. Dad was safe and we where going to find Sam together. Nothing was going to stand in are way. We marched on knowing from here on in it was going to be one hell of a fight.
TBC
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