Summary: With Dean seriously hurt, Sam takes him to Bobby's who is forced to call on an old friend to try to save him.
Chapter one: What ever it takes.
"Yeah Bobby we're almost there!" Sam screamed into the cell phone while he drove 90 mph down the two lane, towards Bobby's place. Fleeting glances into the rear view mirror only intensified his need for speed. Dean leaned in the back seat against the door. Pain mirrored on his face, clutching his stomach, blood still pouring from his wound. For a second Sam thought that his brother had died until he hit a pothole and heard Dean moan from the back seat.
"Hang on Dean, hang on!" Sam yelled to the back seat. Dean briefly opened his eyes and met Sam's in the mirror. He nodded slightly before letting his head drop back against the window, grimacing as pain ravaged his body again.
"Son of a bitch!" Sam muttered under his breath. He pushed the Impala to its limits as he raced towards Bobby's place. Fishtailing as he finally reached the older hunters property, he slammed on the brakes only feet away from the front door. Bobby came running out and between them they quickly got Dean into the hunter's home and upstairs into a spare bedroom.
Now unconscious, Dean was barely breathing as they got him situated on the bed. Bobby had already set up the various medical supplies they were going to need, but even so, he wasn't prepared when Sam pulled away Dean's shirt and revealed how seriously his brother had been hurt. Immediately Bobby could see the wound was not only large, but deep as well. Sam quickly grabbed some of the gauze pads and pressed them to his brother's stomach.
"Jesus Sam" Bobby hissed as he looked down and watched as Dean's blood quickly soaked through the pads. "Sam, he needs a hospital."
"No hospitals." Sam barked at the older man, before grabbing more pads.
"He's gonna bleed to death!" Bobby shouted back to the younger hunter.
"You know it as well as I do, that he'll never make it to the nearest hospital." Sam said looking up at Bobby with a desperate expression on his face. "We'll have to try and stitch him up ourselves Bobby."
Bobby nodded as he acknowledge the sad truth. He grabbed some more pads and handed them over to Sam. Then reaching back to the nightstand he opened up the suture kit and moved over opposite of Sam. Bobby handed it over to Sam, who set it up with a practiced hand. Time went agonizingly slow as Sam work meticulously on his brothers wound. A half hour passed and then an hour. Bobby felt sure Dean would bleed to death before Sam could get the wound totally closed. Finally Sam finished and taped another bandage over Dean's stomach, his hands shaking slightly as he stopped to wipe his brow.
"Now I guess we just sit and wait." Sam said to Bobby before collapsing on the other bed nearby. Bobby checked Dean's pulse and looked at Sam with concern on his face.
"I still don't like this Sammy, we need help. The kind of help the neither you nor I are qualified to do." Bobby said as he came around to Sam and set down next to him. "I have a friend…let me give her a call."
"Son of a bitch, Bobby if you knew a doctor why the hell didn't you tell me that in the first place!" Sam's head whipped up as he yelled at Bobby.
"Evie ain't a Doctor, but I think she'll be able to help. Listen Sam, your brother is bad off and we've done everything we can, I'm gonna give her a call." with that Bobby pulled out his cell phone. Sam looked over at Dean and saw how deathly still he was. He didn't need a heart monitor to know Dean's pulse was getting weaker. He nodded to the older man.
"Do it Bobby….what ever it takes…make the call." He said before getting back up and moving over to Dean's bed.
It was dark outside when they heard another car pull up out front. Bobby left Sam behind in the bed room and headed down to the front hallway. He didn't need to check the peep hole to know who'd be standing on his doorstep. He opened up the door and gave a sad smile to the dark haired, 40ish woman standing on the other side.
"Evie…." He said as he opened the screen door and let her inside.
"Bobby." She acknowledged as she brushed passed him, a large leather bag hanging off of her shoulder. That was all the greeting they gave each other as she deliberately walked upstairs to the bedroom the boys were in. Dropping her bag and without a glance to Sam, she moved over to Dean and took his pulse.
"Damn it." she muttered under her breath. Quickly she pulled out various supplies from her leather bag.
"Bobby what the hell?" Sam said leaping up as the strange woman began to examine his brother.
"Sam this is Evie. Evie, Sam Winchester." Bobby introduced them not prepared for the evil look she gave him when she heard the name Winchester.
"Winchester, oh hell, no way…I'm not working on any Winchester." She said backing away and stuffing her supplies back in her bag.
"Evie listen, you have to help him, you're the only one who can." Bobby said coming up along side of her and grabbing her arms, stopping her. "You owe me…..you own John…."
"Who the hell are you?" Sam asked alternating between concern and confusion, looking at the two of them. "How do you know my Dad?"
She looked at Sam before muttering to Bobby. "Bastard, you have some nerve."
Bobby lowered his voice. It wavered with his emotions but there was no mistaking its meaning.
"You…owe…John…," he said tersely, looking her straight in the eye.
"I think when he got my brother killed my debt to him was paid off." She hissed back not backing down. She gave Sam another glance and then back to Dean. "And it's only because it's one of his kids that I'm even willing to do this Bobby, but if it had been John…..."
Sam stood still watching the silent battle going on between the two people in front of him. Suddenly Dean gasped and they immediately turned back to him. Evie moved to pull back Dean's bandages but was stopped short by Sam, still not sure how she could help Dean.
"Don't Sam, let her see it." Bobby said as he pulled Sam gently back and allowed Evie to continue her examination.
"How deep?" She asked glancing back at Sam. Sam shot Bobby a puzzled look, not sure how to answer her.
"I'm not sure….." Sam stammered, suddenly feeling intimidated by the older woman.
"Damn it kid, was it a dagger, a steak knife, what the hell was it?" She asked tersely.
"I don't know, I think it was some sort of sword." Sam stammered again. "I wasn't there when Dean got hurt, I found him afterwards. There were swords displayed on the walls all over the room. It had to be one of them."
"Any of them missing?" she continued her barrage of questions. Sammy closed his eyes, desperate to remember the scene where he found his brother lying in a pool of blood.
"Yes the one over the book case. Dean was on the floor right underneath it." Sam said opening his eyes and looking at the both of them.
"Now kid I need to ask you one more question and your brother's life depends on how you answer it." she continued her grilling, but calmer when she sensed Sam's whirlwind emotions. "Do you think there could have been any sorta poison on the blade? Did it look discolored? Could you smell anything?"
"Oh sweet Jesus Evie, how the hell was Sam suppose to know about that crap?" Bobby snapped at her.
"Bobby you know as well as I do that I have to have all the information or I won't be able to do this right. What kind of hunt was it? Was it a regular type of haunting or was there something special about this spirit?" she asked moving her left hand over Dean's wound ever so slightly.
"It was a regular spirit, you know just some old guy who wouldn't leave his home. He came out of nowhere and tossed me in the closet….I heard Dean yellin' for me and then nothing….I had to break down the door to get out…I don't know if it was poisoned, I just grabbed my brother and got the hell out of there!" Sammy answered shaking, his face going pale. Evie looked up at him, and then grabbed him by the hand.
"Your brother ain't gonna die. I don't sense any other abnormalities in your brothers wound so I think we're safe about the sword being poisoned. Rest easy now son." She said to Sam, her voice unexpectedly softer.
"Who are you?" Sam asked again, this time with awe, as his body was suddenly filled the feeling of warmth and peace.
"I'm here to save your brother." She said looking back at Bobby who nodded his appreciation. "Now I've got to get started, we don't have much time. Bobby, do you remember what to do?"
"Already set up. Just say the word, we're out of here." Bobby nodded his hand still on Sam's arm. He started to pull the younger Winchester further away from the bed, but Sam angrily shook him off and refused to leave Dean's side.
"I'm not going anywhere! I'm not letting you touch him until you both tell me what the hell is going on!" Sam said adamantly. Bobby stepped in front of him and forced him to look at him.
"Do you trust me Sam?" he asked looking into Sam's eyes.
"Yeah Bobby. With my life, with my brother's life, but her.… Why won't you tell me what she's gonna do to Dean." Bobby started to speak but Evie stopped him.
"I'm gonna save your brother that's what I'm gonna do," She said matter of factly. Sam stopped and looked down at her. "And right now that's all you need to know. One more thing…Bobby, I've left instructions if this whole thing goes south on me."
"I know what to do Evie and it's not gonna come to that. C'mon Sam we've got to go." Bobby said tugging at Sam's arm again. Sam took one last look at Dean and allowed Bobby to lead him from the room. Evie returned to Dean's prone figure and started running her hands, almost touching him, over his body, head to toe. She took off the silver medallion she had around her neck and put it on the nightstand between the two beds. Turning back to the bed she took a deep breath and concentrated for a moment.
"Evangeline….don't let these boys down." She said before placing her right hand on her heart and her left back on top of Dean's wound. Pain quickly reflected on her face, as she used all her healing skills on Dean's seeping wound. Her left hand suddenly started to shake, and her breath quickened as the pain began to intensify. For a moment it almost consumed her. She knew without looking that the wound in Dean's stomach was healing, and not a moment too soon. Finally when she sensed she had done all she could do, she took her hand away from Dean's stomach and looked down at the matching wound that was starting to form on her own body.
"Damn it girl, this ones' gonna be close." She thought to herself as the room began to spin. Falling unconscious to the floor, her life's blood poured from the wound she had just absorbed from Dean's body, and began to pool on the floor around her. Her life was now in Bobby's hands.
tbc
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Authors note: I'm a little nervous about this one, since I haven't written a multi-chapter fic in a long time. It's one of my "I started this a long time ago but never finished" stories that I pulled from the bowels of my SN file. Not sure where I'm gonna go with this but then again that's half the fun. Necessity is the mother of invention, or so they say. Lets hope that works for writers too. Anyways, thanks for reading and please leave a review.