Disclaimer: I do not own Dean or Sam; if I did they'd be locked in my basement. This is for the pure enjoyment of others, I'm not making money from it etc. I had not seen any episodes past Something Wicked when this was started, so anything that seems copied is purely coincidental. Thankyou.
A/N: This is the sequel to 'Reality Bites', so I recommend that you read that one first.
Welcome to my new story guys! sorry, it's been a long time coming...but it's finally here! The first couple of chaps are setting the scene, but more action will come. I'm starting it with a T rating, but that may, and most likely, be bumped up to M. we'll just have to wait and see.
I hope you like it, and please, REVIEW! it's not that hard, seriously.
Nikki
Demons Return
Chapter 1 - Recovery
'Just coz she couldn't finish it doesn't mean I can't,' Bruce said menacingly. He looked at Dean with satisfaction. 'He is so close to dying that it's funny.'
'You don't have to do this,' said Sam. 'you can just walk away from it, and we won't send anyone after you. You can get away from this.'
'But what if I don't want you? I've wanted to kill you and your smart-ass brother as much as Allanah did.'
'C'mon Bruce…look at him. He won't be trying much after this. He's broken…you succeeded. And seeing him like this breaks me…don't u realize? You've made our lives hell!'
Bruce paused. 'You know what,' he said with a grin. 'It's more fun when you have a fighting chance. I'd prefer it if you were better.'
Suddenly Bruce dropped to his knees, a pained expression on his face, and a bright light exploded from him. A dark mist poured from his mouth, swirled around him, before going straight through him. Bruce fell to the ground, dead.
A voice echoed through the room.
'This isn't over yet…don't feel too good about yourselves because I will return…and rid of you once again…'
Sam Winchester shot up in bed, the sweat pouring down his face. He glanced over at Dean who was dead asleep in the hospital bed next to him and began to calm down. It had been weeks since they had escaped from The Demon, and there had been no sight of the damn thing.
'Stop overreacting,' he muttered to himself. Sitting up in his bed, still a slight bit tender, he watched his sleeping brother with interest. Dean hardly moved. Why was he so lucky to actually get sleep?
He looked up with a slight smile as their nurse, Katie; waltzed in, lunch in hand.
'Lunch time!' said Dean, waking up immediately.
'Unfortunately for you Dean, you don't get lunch until I get a full check up,' said Katie, setting the tray in front of Sam with a smile. Dean just muttered something incoherently under his breath.
'How's your hand?' she asked. 'Is it any better?'
'Well, it's moving, so what more could I ask for.'
'Not painful?'
'Nope.'
They smiled warmly at each other. Dean and Katie had become very close over the last couple of weeks, always finding time to have a chat with each other. And Katie hated to admit it, but she was falling in love with this bright, handsome, yet emotionally scarred man. The surprising part was that Dean didn't see it as one of his normal flings; he had real feelings in him somewhere.
Katie scooted quickly around, checking his temperature, his heart rate and all of his injuries.
'Well,' she said brightly. 'I'd say that you're on the road to recovery. Only a couple more days and you'll be out of here. And only a week or two until that cast is removed from your leg…but your wrist will need to stay bandaged for a while. So really, it's all positive!'
'Fantastic,' said Dean, before digging into his food.
'How are you feeling Sam?' asked Katie.
'I'm feeling great,' he replied. 'Thanks.'
Katie quickly checked Sam's temperature, and inspected his wounds. They were all fine, except his gunshot wounds, which she promptly redressed.
'Anything else I can get for you?' she asked when she was done.
'Yeah, how about some real food!' piped up Dean, his face screwed up in disgust. 'I'd kill for a burger.'
Katie gave a small laugh before she clutched quietly at her stomach and shook her head slightly. She was taking air in short, sharp breaths, and she had turned a ghostly white.
'Hey, Katie…you ok? Katie?' Sam furrowed his brow in concern.
'I…I'm fine,' she gasped, her head down, eyes diverted. 'I'll be back later.'
'Katie!' cried out Dean in concern.
Katie rushed out of the room, and closed the door, leaning weakly against it. She looked up, her eyes slit and a deep black. An evil smile crept onto her lips. She had those Winchesters right where she wanted them…her fun would begin soon.
