Evil Comes Disguised
Theme: Drama, Angst, SupernaturalRating: M+
Disclaimers: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. Maggie is my own original character. Lola is a character created by Bubblegum Thai.
Chapter One:
"Thank you." Lola smiled as a well-dressed waiter pulled out a dark mahogany chair out from the table for her. She smoothed down the flowing skirt of her red dress as she sat down on the ivory velvet seat. The young man, dressed in a black shirt and tie handed her a long laminated menu before handing another two Dean, who took the menu from him as he removed the white napkin from the shining china plate before placing it on his lap.
"Just raise a hand when you're ready to order." The young waiter said with a smile before leaving the table for the bar at the far end of the restaurant.
"Quick question." Lola began, leaning in closer to Dean, her arms folded on the edge of the small round table for two, "Why did you bring me to a posh restaurant and tell me to get dressed up if you're going to wear jeans?"
"They're my best jeans and top?"
"You wore that top on a hunt last week." She replied with one eyebrow raised,
"Hey…its clean." Dean answered in defense,
"Okay." Lola chuckled. Dropping her gaze to the shiny red menu, "Why did you choose this place anyway…I thought you didn't like fancy food?"
"I don't…but I do happen to know that they serve a delicious steak burger."
Lola raised her eyes to the ceiling before holding up a hand for the waiter to return for their order,
"What can I get for you madam?" The floppy haired waiter asked, holding a small notebook and pencil in his hand,
"I'll have the pasta and a large white wine please." Lola replied, handing her menu over,
"And you sir?" The tall young man enquired, relieving the auburn haired woman of her menu, tucking it under his arm,
"I'll have the burger and a beer please." He answered simply, holding out his menu,
"Would you like fries with that?"
Lola tried desperately to stifle a laugh at the waiter's smart-alec remark,
"Just the burger thanks sparky." Dean replied, his tone dead pan, giving an un-amused smirk, the young waiter took the menu, which was now thrust into his hand before walking away with a satisfied smirk.
"So…are you going to tell me why I'm here…or are we going to talk about your wardrobe all night?" Lola asked, resting her chin on her hands, her fingers intertwined and elbows leaning on the table,
"I just wanted to say sorry." Dean replied, his eyes fixed on the polished silver cutlery that sat lined up in a row before him,
"Sorry?" Lola echoed, taken slightly aback by Dean's honesty,
"Yeah, I was kind of a jerk the last time I saw you." He admitted,
"No I wouldn't say that…although you did basically dump me and abandon me at my brothers." Lola replied, one eyebrow raised,
"Yeah." Dean muttered sheepishly, unable to look the red headed beauty in the eye,
"But I know why you did it." She added, lowering her head to catch Dean's gaze, "Just try to remember that I am a hunter, if I can make it on my own for so many years, I'm sure I can survive hanging around with the Winchesters." She smiled reassuringly at Dean, who finally met her gaze, smiling weakly back,
"Deal."
Just then, the cocky adolescent waiter returned with two large dishes balanced on each hand, one he placed in front of Lola, smiling sweetly, the other he set before Dean, "Do you want any sauces sir?"
"Do you wanna take a hike sparky?"
An with that the cocky waiter left the table,
"Well that guy just cut his tip in half." Dean grumbled, taking a sip of his beer, Lola simply shook her head and rolled her eyes despairingly.
"No he's out with Lola." Sam poured himself a glass of orange juice, holding the carton of Tropicana in one hand, and the other holding his sliver cell phone to his ear,
"Yeah he called her yesterday and made a reservation at this fancy restaurant…trying to clear the air I think."
"It's about time." Maggie spoke over the line, "I swear it will be snow in August before Dean admits how he feels about her."
Sam laughed at his sisters frank observation as he looked around the lonely hotel room for a waste bin, but with no success tossed the empty carton back into the tiny fridge, pushing it shut with his foot. He moved over to the twin bed he had assigned as his and pushed the glass tumbler onto the bedside cabinet as he sat down on the edge of the mattress, "So…how are you and Matt getting on?"
"We're okay, he just went out to get a takeaway."
"Oh nice."
"Yeah…but I that was fifteen minutes ago and I said I'd have the table set by the time he got back so."
"Ah…I'll let you go then." Sam replied smiling mischievously,
"Yeah…I'll call you tomorrow, say hi to Lola and Dean for me."
"Will do." He agreed before hanging up the phone, before reaching for his glass, taking a sip of the cool beverage then returning it to the cabinet top. With a sigh of boredom, fed up with being in the quiet hotel on his own, Sam rose to his feet to turn on the TV, But as he did so, his vision suddenly became blurred, and become increasingly unsteady he fell back onto the bed,
He shook his head, trying to shake off the hazy feeling, rubbing at his eyes trying to focus. With a grunt, he stood up, staying still for a few seconds to steady himself before walking over to the bathroom,
He tuned on the cold tap with shaking hands, cupping them together then splashing the cool water on his face, He lifted his head up to the mirror and was disturbed by the pale white man looking back at him a cold sweat soaking the back of his neck,
Suddenly Sam felt a sharp excruciating pain piercing his head, As he held a hand up to his forehead the pain subsided, but it came back just as quick and even more intense. He let out a cry in pain as he clutched onto the ceramic basin for balance as he turned, making a b-line for the bed in the other room. But before he could move even an inch, everything grew dark and Sam came crashing to the floor, the side of his head meeting the corner of the bath with a sickening thud. He slumped to the floor in an unconscious heap, his legs outstretched, one arm pinned under his chest and the other lay limply by his side. A flash of lighting lit the room, highlighting a trickle of bright red blood, creeping down from his nose, the reflection of heavy raindrops falling down the window, danced across his still body.
"The waiter was not hitting on me." Lola exclaimed with a laugh as she stumbled through the hotel door,
"Oh please that guy was all over you."
"He was a kid Dean!"
"Well that kid was lucky I didn't report him to the mnger…" Dean slurred, throwing his keys across the room, aiming for the table but upon missing his target, he swatted a hand in defeat.
"Well you have nothing to worry about." Lola moved slowly towards Dean, pulling off his black jacket seductively, "I've only got eyes for you."
"Lola."
"Yes Dean." She replied, pulling him in closer,
"I think I'm going to hurl."
"Go…bathroom…now!" Lola pushed the pasty-faced hunter back, pointing to the room behind him.
An ellibriated Dean turned on his heals, making for the bathroom. After mistaking the wall for the door, he pushed it open and what he saw sobered him up almost immediately, "SAM!" He exclaimed, falling to his knees beside his brother, shaking him and lifting up his head in an attempt to rouse him. "Lola call an ambulance!" Dean shouted, seeing the bloodstain under Sam's nose,
Lola darted to the bathroom to see what was the emergency, "Oh my god." She exclaimed before running to her black leather handbag, tipping its contents onto the bed in a desperate search for her phone. Dean propped his brother's head on his jean-clad knees, looking his body up and down to check for more signs of bleeding, "Hang on Sammy." He soothed, "Hang on."
Where the hell is the doctor?" Dean growled as he paced up and down Sam's hospital room,
"He said it could be at least a couple of hours before they get the test results back." Lola tried to reassure, gently grabbing hold of Dean's arm as he walked past her, "Sit down." She said sternly, more of an order than a request. Reluctantly Dean sat down in a harsh plastic chair next to Lola beside Sam's bed, looking at his brother who lay before him. Dressed in a crisp white cotton t-shirt covered by a light green sheet and cream coloured blanket, both pulled halfway up the young man's torso. He would have seemed almost peaceful, if it weren't for the large purple bruise on the side of his now protruding forehead, his swollen eyebrow covered with a square bandage, held on with surgical tape, a small red stain of blood seeping through the white material.
"I just wish someone would tell us what the hell is going on." Dean sighed, rubbing at his tired eyes,
"I'm going to get some coffee." Lola said quietly, placing a hand softly on his shoulder as she stood up before walking round behind her chair, making for the door. Just at that moment, Dean noticed Sam's fingers twitch, making him sit up right with hope, in the next moment Sam slowly lifted his hand but with a grunt of discomfort let it fall before finally raising it to his face as he opened his eyes.
"Sammy." Dean smiled with relief, Lola spun round, darting back to the room upon hearing her friend's quiet voice,
"Dean?" Sam croaked, liking his dry cracked lips, looking at his brother with hazy eyes, "What happened?"
"We were kind of hoping you could tell us." The elder brother replied,
Sam closed his eyes tightly for a few seconds, frowning in discomfort as he tried to focus, "I was…" He began, clearing his throat, "…I was in the bathroom and…felt this…intense headache."
"I'll go and get the doctor." Lola informed the boys before leaving the room,
"Can I have some water." Sam rasped, his mouth dry and sore as he swallowed,
"You must have blacked out." Dean said, pouring a small cup of water from a clear plastic jug before handing it to his brother, "We found you on the floor when we got back from the restaurant."
Sam nodded in reply as he took a sip of the ice-cold water, "…how did that go anyway?"
"It was great, Lola got hit on by a waiter that I don't think had even hit puberty yet." Dean answered sarcastically as he returned to his seat, Sam chuckled at his brother's comment but ended up sounding a wheezing cough but still he smiled through the pain, amused by Dean's lack of tact.
"Samuel Winchester." A deep but kind voice spoke from the doorway,
"That's me." Sam replied smiling weakly, Dean tuned round in his seat to see a large built man, dressed in a long white coat over a light blue shirt and smart black trousers, enter the room, a thin yellow folder tucked under his arm. Lola followed in after the doctor, sitting back in her chair next to Dean.
"How are you feeling?" The bearded doctor asked, pressing buttons and fiddling with wires attached to the beeping heart monitor,
"Okay I guess, aside from the headache." Sam replied, "So…what's wrong with me doc?"
This question made the gentle faced man stop in his tracks, turning to the expectant faces that before him, "I've just got the test results of your CT scan back and have conferred with my colleagues in the neurological department…we're all in agreement with the diagnosis."
"Which is?" Dean prompted,
"I'm afraid there is a malignant tumor situated on the left part of your brain."
The room fell silent, Sam and Lola kept their eyes on the doctor, listening tentatively to every word, Dean however looked away in disbelief as the doctor continued his diagnosis,
"Now the tumor is surrounded by nerve tissue making it too dangerous to remove."
"So you cant do surgery?" Lola asked,
"No, the risk is too high to go into surgery, so much so that there would be a very small percentage of success."
"How small?" Dean added, almost begging the doctor to reconsider.
"About three percent." The doctor stated, sadly but firmly,
"How long have I got?" Sam asked with a sigh, swallowing hard,
"Five months, six at most." The middle aged man said shifting his weight from one foot to the other, "Now you'll need to stay in for a couple of days while we run more tests, and I will be prescribing you some medication to make you comfortable."
"Okay then." Sam smiled in acceptance, nodding slowly, taking in all the information that seemed to be flying at him. This was too much for Dean, unable to understand how his brother could be so accepting of his fate, so readily. Slamming a fist down on the bed, he jumped up from his chair, with such haste that it fell back, before kicking it out of the way as he stormed out of the room, leaving the others stunned by his outburst.
"I'll go after him." Lola offered with a sigh, "You be alright Sam?" She asked, pausing by the door before turning on her heels to chase after Dean.
"I'm very sorry Mister Winchester, I wish there was more I could do." The smartly dressed doctor made his way to the door with a heavy sigh,
"Thanks doc" Sam smiled weakly, now left alone in the lonely hospital room, left to fathom through the doctor's diagnosis, left to try and comprehend what was going to happen to him.
Lola stepped out unto the corridor, looking down the long narrow space to see Dean storming down the hallway, then stopping in his tracks, spinning round to walk the other way, the stopping one more time leaning against the wall before hitting it with his fist. With a sigh, Lola quickened her pace to catch up with him, With a frown, breathing heavily, Dean turned on his heals again only this time when he spun round he was faced with Lola who stood in front of him, a look of concern on her face. Expecting her to begin a speech to reassure him that everything was okay and in turn failing, Dean stopped her before she had a chance to speak, "I should call Maggie." He announced, pulling his cell from the back pocket of his jeans,
"Alright…just breathe okay." Lola said with a sympathetic smile, Dean looked back with a withering smile as he put the phone to his ear,
"Maggie…yeah hi its Dean…" He began, but was interrupted by his sister's excited rambling, "Ma…Maggie just shut up for a second would you…" Dean raised his voice, the conversation being hard enough that he wanted to get it over with, Lola threw him a look, telling him to calm down as he continued his call, rubbing at his forehead soothingly, "I need you to get down to St Luis, Sam's sick and has been taken into hospital."
"Why what's wrong with him?" Maggie asked with worry in her voice over the line,
"He…he has a brain tumor."