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This one's for you sis, and no, the title's just a title! :D Chick xxx
LOVE HURTS
Always happy to help Bobby out with a case, this one hits too close to home, leading
to a deadly game of Hide and Go Seek that leaves Dean in a race for life; his own...
Prologue
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"Son? C'mon son, open your eyes...Hey lad...You can't die on me yet, you hear? Open those eyes for me...I wanna see your eyes lad...Here, look at me!...There you go! That's better. Here, let me give you a hand to sit up ... I'm sorry kid, I know it hurts...You know, there was no need for all this catch as catch can son, but I get why you took off like you did, I do. It's my own dumb fault.. I shouldn't have gone about things the way I did, an' I'm sorry for that son, truly I am. Listen kid. I want us to start over, ok? Then you'll understand why I've gotta do this, an' you'll know you can still rely on yer ole' pal Bobby. I'm still watchin' out for you, like always. It's just that you're lookin' at things from the wrong shoreline right now...Haven't I only ever wanted what's best for you kid? Always will. An' this? I know it's gotta be hard to believe right now but, trust me son, I never wanted you sufferin' like this, it was supposed to be over for you way quicker...Tell you what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna get you lyin' nice an' comfy indoors, ok? I promise I'll do right by you. Just one more shot's all it'll take for me to put an' end to this hurtin'. I'll aim for your heart, how about that? I swear I won't miss. It'll be nice an' easy on you, an' then son? You'll be safe. Always. Ain't nothin' an' no one gonna be able to hurt you ever again kid...Sound good?"
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C1
Roughly 48 hours earlier.
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Sam kept his eyes stubbornly closed, it wasn't yet daylight and anyway the phone that was ringing wasn't his. A growl from the next bed indicated that the sound had finally cut through his older brother's beauty sleep and woken him, at least partially. He heard the sound of Dean's hand thumping around on the top of the bedside table a couple of times before landing on his cell, followed by the low mumble of him answering the call while trying to keep hold of his sleeping mode. Knowing that if it was anything important Dean would wake him, Sam contentedly let himself drift back to sleep. His happy state lasted less than five minutes.
-o-
Dean had to make his way through one solidly none aerodynamic pillow which landed like saggy dough over his younger brother's face garnering a quiet Mmnff, followed by a snore. Next was the motel bible which spun through the air, pages flapping like wings in flight, before thudding into the area of Winchester junior's ribs, failing to induce wakefulness due to the protection offered by the sleeping Winchester's tangled bedclothes. And finally...One of Dean's own boots, which turned out to have a much better aptitude for flight than either of the previous two missiles. The boot crash landed in the target area with perfect precision. Sam's head jolted upwards, the dough-like pillow collapsing off his face. Both eyes snapped open, and he gasped in a huge lungful of air, holding it for a couple of seconds before hissing it out again through his gritted teeth. Sam let his head fall back onto his own pillow at the same moment as he backhanded Dean's attention grabber off his vulnerables and onto the floor while pulling himself together enough to be able to utter a breathy Wha'!?"
"F'rst show'r y'rs."
"S'not. S'y'rs."
Satisfied that he had clarified the situation for his brother Sam rolled over, his back to Dean, and settled again.
"Don' wan'... S'mmy? Said don' wan'. You f'rst!"
"Y'r phone, y'r show'r. Pissov m'asleep"
Sam didn't catch enough to be able to decipher Dean's next mumble but, on hearing Dean's bedclothes being thrown back and the bed creaking as Dean reluctantly sat up, Sam guessed the English translation of Winchester senior's comment would turn out to be less than polite. He could live with that; he was the proud winner of extra sleep time to enjoy. Sam wasted no time in making use of his prize.
-o-
In Sam's dream, the ground beneath him bounced twice before subsiding, sending Sam rolling down into a deep sinkhole. The effect was to wake him with a sudden jolt that went through his whole body. He soon discovered that he had rolled, into a dip in the mattress created by someone plonking themselves down on one edge as heavily as they could.
"Sammy? Wake up time princess. I fetched coffee. Mmmmm. Coffee good...Come on, get it while it's hot bro'...We got a job to do."
At last Sam moved, turning his head just enough to allow him to peer up at Dean using one eye.
"Where'sit at?"
"Sioux Falls. The call was Bobby to say he could do with a hand on a case if we were available. I said we'd be there by early evenin' latest, so rise and shine sunshine. Sleepy time's over...Go get ready an' let's hit the road."
Sam was halfway to the bathroom when he stopped, glancing back over his shoulder he saw Dean was already haphazardly packing clothes into his duffle.
"You never said what sorta case. What's Bobby involved in?"
Dean's head stayed bowed and he focused intently on balling two unmatched socks together.
"Didn't I? Sorry...Seems Bobby's got himself landed with a spate of possessions."
Sam stared at the top of his brother's head in silence for a moment, until it became quite clear, Dean wasn't about to add anything further
"And?...You're ok with this?"
Dean answered seriously.
"Don't really matter does it? Bobby's asked for our help, an' I'm not about to turn him down."
Sounding more upbeat, Dean threw Sam a too bright grin.
"Anyway, it's been a few years since that place, an' I'm cool with it. I gotta say though Sammy, these passin' years're showin' on you."
Sam played along, accepting Dean's diversion for now.
"Thanks! Didn't realise you'd notice, but you're absolutely right! Ido keep on gettin' better lookin' year on year, don't I?"
-o-
Standing in the shower. Sam turned in a slow 360, letting the hot water soak him all over. Dean had evaded directly answering Sam's question, leaving him to assume that, no, Dean really wasn't completely ok about the job however, he wasn't about to walk away from Bobby asking for help. Sam had no doubt at all that when he was on the phone to Bobby, Dean's thoughts had instantly gone back to when their dad was alive and the asylum case; just as his own had on hearing what sounded like serial possession, or whatever the proper term was. Sam's well honed guilt synapses fired as one and he physically flinched at the memory of pointing a gun at his brother and, without qualms, repeatedly pulling the trigger. The gun, thanks purely to Dean and his foresightedness, was empty of bullets. Sam's physical form would happily have killed Dean while being under the will of the one who possessed him. Dean, to Sam's knowledge, had never been possessed. His brother had no idea of how powerless it made a person feel, or of how completely the thing doing the possessing could take over and control or influence the person. Since the asylum case, Sam had retained the suspicion that a tiny part of his brother would always wonder whether Sam could've resisted if he'd seriously wanted to? Sam had done all he could back then to try banishing that particle of doubt from Dean's mind, he really didn't want to pick at that spot again. Suddenly annoyed at himself for having allowed his thoughts to drift back and to dwell on such a painful memory, Sam gave his hair a half hearted wash before hurriedly finishing off the rest of his shower, uncertain whether the newly acquired sense of foreboding wrapping itself around him was real, or born of his own learned expectation that whatever kind of worst the worst was, it would nearly always happen.
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Chick xxx
Thanks for hopping on board and taking another trip.