Title - House of Cards In a Hurricane
Author - Sikemi
Summary - When the clock struck midnight, Dean expected to die. He didn't know that Sam would save him and that they'd be stuck trying to solve the mystery of what really happened that night.
Character/s: Sam, Dean, Bobby (for now!)
Rating/Warning: Mild swearing, spoilers for season 3
Word count: 1420/?
Written for zwdmon1
Part One.
He opened his eyes slowly and the first he saw was a blinding white light. He grimaced slightly as his eyes began to burn. His vision swam in front of him, everything blurry and distant. He felt himself slipping away, whispered voices echoing in the distance. But amidst the noise and confusion he heard a voice he knew better than his own. A voice that meant he must be safe. Dean's voice.
"Sam...hang in there, you're gonna be okay" Sam blinked. He was going to be okay? What about Dean? Hadn't his deal come due? Hadn't Sam failed to save him. He tried to ask Dean but he couldn't get the words out.
"Where...'m...I?" he said incoherently. Dean sighed. Or well, someone did Sam just assumed it was Dean.
"Hospital," was all Dean said and Sam slipped into the darkness again.
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When he woke up again, Sam was in a more familiar surrounding. They were in a non descript motel room with beige walls and low lighting. Come to think of it...the lights were off. Sam tried to get up, hissing as he felt a sharp pain in his had. He raised it up and gasped. The word, 'phôs' had been carved into his hand forming hundreds of tiny scars.
"Dean?" he called but he was met by silence. He spotted his jacket laying on the bed next to him and he fumbled through it and pulled out his phone. He hit the speed dial and breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the dialing tone.
"Sam?! Sam are you okay?" Dean said as soon as he picked up. Sam frowned, "Y-yeah" he said not sure why Dean sounded like he'd been scared. Dean said he'd be back in ten minutes and he quickly hung up. As Sam waited he tried to go through what he remembered. They'd been at the house where Lilith was and the clock and struck midnight. Sam couldn't remember what had happened after that. He remembered an intense headache but he couldn't place it. He could hear the hellhounds barking, the clock chiming. The short and long had glued firmly onto the 12. Midnight. So how was Dean still alive? Where was Ruby? Lilith? Why did he feel so weak and he must have been hurt badly for Dean to have taken him to a hospital. Had he used his powers? Ruby had said he still had them and he would have done just about anything to keep Dean alive.
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He could see her eyes, they were wide and triumphant. He could hear the loud snarling, a surge of anger went through him and his hand shot forward. A bright, white light enveloped the room and he could hear the hounds crying in agony. Lilith was staring in shock as the light poured over her. Dean was still on the table, shock evident on his face.
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Sam gasped as he struggled for air. Dean flew into the room and rushed towards the bed where Sam was when he saw what state he was in.
"What did I do?" He said angrily, "What the fuck happened that's made me like this?" Dean frowned at the last part of Sam's sentence.
"None of this makes sense, Sam - none of it," Dean rubbed his hand over his face as he spoke.
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Dean watched as Sam slumped to the ground. His face was pale and his eyes were wide and distant. He only noticed then that Lilith was gone along with the hellhounds. He pulled his body off the table and made his way over to Sam who lay still. Very still. Dean's voice shook as he called out his brother's name. He tried to feel for Sam's pulse but his hands were trembling rapidly. Just then Bobby emerged, rushing into the room with a question in his eyes until he saw Sam lying on the floor. He rushed over quickly and felt for Sam's pulse. He turned to Dean and said,
"He's alive, Dean! We need to get him to a hospital" Dean allowed Bobby to drive them to the nearest hospital and the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with Sam. Coma they said. After two days Bobby suggested that they leave New Harmony. He was convinced that there were no demons in the town but some could be on their way. Dean was just in a daze over the whole thing. Bobby had explained to him that shortly after 12 that night there'd been a bright light coming from the house and somehow the demons had been destroyed. "Dean, what happened inside the house?" Bobby was worried; the demons were probably still out there. Dean cleared his throat and took a sip of his coffee which had long been cold.
"I don't know exactly," he said slowly, "There was a light, a bright, white light; it was coming from Lilith at first and then Sam just let off light that was way brighter than hers...and then...it stopped, Sam fell unconscious and you know the rest" Dean rubbed a hand through his hair. He still couldn't get his head around the fact that he was alive. He'd been so prepared to die but he was still here. Sam had saved him...but now Sam was lying in a hospital bed. Dean found himself believing that Sam was dead and that he would never wake up even though the doctors thought otherwise. They couldn't find anything wrong with Sam. He just wouldn't wake up. Dean stood up abruptly causing Bobby to frown,
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"To talk to Sam" Dean replied as he walked down the corridor.
"How did I wake up?" Sam asked curiously. Dean shrugged.
"Were you there?"
"No," Dean lied. Sam sighed, he knew that Dean wasn't telling him everything but he was too tired to argue.
"So what's damage? How long do I have to rest for?" he asked in a light tone trying to find some hope in a situation that he didn't even understand at the moment. Dean's head snapped up angrily,
"You're supposed to be dead right, now - dead, you were in a coma for three weeks…and that's not all. You're getting weaker…deteriorating the Doctor said and he's right…Sam you can't even stand by yourself.." he said in a defeated tone. Sam just frowned, he couldn't stand by himself? He was getting weaker…? He didn't really understand what Dean was saying.
"What do you mean? Am I dying?" He asked Dean watching Dean's face carefully. Dean's face remained stoic, as if he knew what Sam was trying to do.
"Not on my watch," He sighed, "Me and Bobby think you've been caught up in something big…you were supposed to die that night but you didn't"
"Something big? Like what?" Sam asked impatiently and Dean shrugged,
"We don't know Sam…" he replied not really know what else to say. He was sure that they'd save Sam and he too was impatient and wanted to find out what was going on but he had to put on a brave face for his little brother. The brother who'd saved his life.
"Thank you," he said abruptly and Sam shook his head as if he'd been in a daze.
"Erm…for what?" he asked.
"For saving my life" Dean said simply and Sam just nodded, "At least you didn't get a chance to douche up my car". Sam laughed and shook his head suddenly feeling seriously tired and dizzy. As he swayed to the side he heard Dean calling his name but he couldn't reply and he felt himself plunging back into the darkness.
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He was tied to a chair in the centre of a dark, cold room. Sam could hear voices in the background echoing inside his head and he wondered where he was. The room had a sort of mystical presence about it, almost as if it wasn't real. A loud voice rang loud and clear in his ears. All it said was - At last, we have the missing piece.
To be continued...