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Whispers in the dark

As midnight fast approached on a warm summer's night, John Winchester's black 1967 impala sped down a lonely moonlit country road leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. Inside fourteen year old Dean slept on the back seat, with his head resting on a pillow against the back side window, his ten year old brother Sam lay across the back seat with his head resting on Dean's lap. For the last seventy miles John had sat behind the wheel, his muscles tense and sore from the long drive. He took another sip of the now cold coffee; the only thing that was keeping him awake. Looking in the rear view mirror he saw his two sons peacefully sleeping and wished he could do the same but they had a long way to go before they reached Pastor Jim's home

He had barely taken his eyes of the road for a split second when out of the corner of his eye he saw something, a blurry black shadow like figure running out into the middle of the road, it happened so quickly John's instincts were to swerve the impala and avoid missing it. But the front wheel of the impala hit a pot hole in the road sending the trustworthy machine flying out of control; it skidded of the road rolling several times down a steep embankment before finally landing upside down in a ditch with its four wheels still spinning.

Inside John lay with his head pressed against the upturned driver's side window, a trickle of blood worked its way down the side of his face from a cut on his temple, unable to move he called out "Sam, Dean" there was no reply just an eerie silence as he slipped into unconsciousness

SPN

Awakening John tried to open his heavy lidded eyes but failed miserly, in between the pounding in his head he heard unfamiliar voices in the background but he couldn't quite caught on to what they were saying. Eventually he managed to open his eyes and focus on the white ceiling, his other senses started to return, he could smell that familiar odour which he knew could only mean one thing he was at the hospital. Through the fog that was clouding his mind he remembered the crash, the impala rowing down the embankment and then nothing; his boys, they were asleep in the back he had to find out if they were alright lifting his head he tried to see who was with him in the room but the pounding in his head turned to a sharp pain, he groaned in agony alerting the people in the room that he was awake. Laying his head back down a face came into his line of view; he was a youngish man with short brown hair. John read his name tag, it said Doctor Ray Phillips.

"My sons are they alright?" John demanded to know

Doctor Phillips ignored his patient's question, he had ones of his own "I want to ask you a few questions, if that's OK?" he didn't wait for an answer "can you tell me your name?"

Of course he knew "John Winchester" he barked out

"Can you remember what happened to you?" the doctor continued his questioning as he shone a light into John's eyes

John was growing tired of the questions, pushing the doctor's hand away as he spat out angrily, "I crashed my car for god sake; I want to see my sons" why won't he tell him about his sons

Dr Phillips quietly returned his light to his pocket, after five years he was used to dealing with difficult patients "I'm sorry I don't know anything about your sons, I wasn't on duty last night when you were admitted, they are probably on the children's ward" he replied calmly picking up his clipboard "You were very lucky Mr Winchester that someone found you" he read off the list of injuries "you have several cracked ribs, a broken arm and you've had a nasty bang to your head as a result of that you have a concussion".

John knew he had suffered far worst injuries in the past, what concerned him more was his sons "please doc, can you find out about my boys?" he asked more calmly

"Ok, you get some rest and I find out about your sons, what are their names and ages?" the doctor asked

"Dean's fourteen and Sam's ten" John informed him, he watched the doctor leave the room before gradually tiredness washed over him and he fell into a deep sleep.

SPN

Hours had passed since John had awoken from his sleep and his concussion hadn't improved his mood. And with every passing minute he was becoming increasingly agitated at the lack of news about his sons. He was on the verge of climbing out of bed and finding out for himself about Sam and Dean when Doctor Phillips re-entered the room, he was shortly followed by a female doctor "It's about time" John bellowed out as he looked from Dr Phillips to the woman stood next to him, immediately he didn't like the sympathetic look she was giving him

"Good you're awake" dismissing John's bad mood Dr Phillips turned towards his colleague "this is Doctor Lisa Owens, she's the hospital psychiatrist"

John looked puzzled his nerves beginning to fray "Why is she here?"

"Mr Winchester we've checked our records and the police have done a background check on you" Doctor Phillips nervously carried on "the results of the background check show that your wife died in a house fire in Lawrence Kansas and that you and your deceased wife never had any children"

"Is this some kind of sick joke because I'm not laughing?" John yelled out looking from the doctor to the psychiatrist

It was Dr Owens who answered him "No, I'm afraid not"

"Is there anyone we can contact for you, a family member or friend?" Dr Phillips asked thinking that maybe they could help fill in the blanks to John Winchester's background

They had been on their way to Pastor Jim's before the car crash he would tell these clowns that he had two sons. "Pastor Jim Murphy, I have his number"

On arrival at the hospital Pastor Jim had spoken to the doctor about John's condition. He had informed him that John had become increasingly agitated since awakening and had been given a mild sedative but John was still adamant that he had two sons and wouldn't accept the truth. Now walking down the long white corridor the doctor had told him that John was in room 209, he read the numbers on the doors has he went along 206, 207, he reached the door to room 209, that's odd he thought there's no room 208. He took a deep breath before he walked in John lay in bed looking relaxed and calm thanks to the sedative.

A smile spread across John's face when he saw his old friend enter the room "Jim thank god your here. These people are crazy they say I don't have children. They're saying Sam and Dean don't exist?"

Pastor Jim walked up to the bed before putting his hand on John's arm and sighing heavily. He tried to keep the pity out of his voice "John I'm afraid it's true, you and Mary were never blessed with children. You both longed for them, it was one of your regrets after Mary passed that you never had any"

Astounded John pulled his arm away "not you too, of all people I thought I could trust, why are you lying? You know my boys you've taken care of them lots times".

It was happening all over again. Pastor Jim pulled up the chair at the side of the bed "John I'm sorry I don't know what you're talking about. Do you remember that mental breakdown you had after the fire; you know what your old doctor said? Too much stress, your life style could trigger..."

Not more lies he couldn't believe it, his anger was increasing "what, I never had a mental breakdown, I know I went off the rails a bit after the fire but I realized I had two boys to bring up, they needed me and I released I needed them" Suddenly he remember the photograph in his wallet. "Wait a minute where's my wallet I have a picture of them, we were sat on the impala's hood together Dean would be about 12 and Sam 8"

Pastor Jim looked around and found a bag with John's possessions in, finding the wallet inside he handed it to John who immediately snatched it from him. Opening it up he found the photo and his face paled "It can't be" the photo dropped from his fingers onto the bed showing John with Pastor Jim and Bobby sat together on the hood of the car

"Why can't you accept the truth, John?" Pastor Jim was getting frustrated that he wasn't getting through to his old friend.

"Get away from me I don't know who you are but you're not him; all of you are lying" John yelled out as he attempted to climb out of bed and reach his phone

At the sound of John's angry raised voice a male nurse and Doctor Phillips came rushing into the room, the nurse held John down as he struggled to get out of bed while the doctor injected him with a stronger sedative. "Get the hell off of me, why are you doing this?" As the drug invaded his system John slowly stopped his struggling and relaxed into a deep sleep.

Pastor Jim returned to the chair and once again sat by John's bedside, he was going to pray for him; even if his long time friend didn't hold much faith in the Lord. He couldn't turn his back on him not now he was on the verge of another breakdown. "I'll still be here for you John when you wake" he whispered to the sleeping form.

SPN

As Dean's senses slowly returned to him he felt a coldness running through his body opening his eyes he found himself lying on a cold tiled floor. It was slightly dark and from where he lay he couldn't see much but he could hear a sobbing noise, someone was sobbing, no not someone, it was his brother. He called out softly "Sammy" "Sammy"

The sound of shuffling came from behind him and Sam's arms soon wrapped themselves around his cold body in a tight hug "Dean, I'm frightened" Sam sobbed "I don't like this place, its dark and cold, I keep hearing strange whispering noises"

Dean climbed onto his knees and started to hug his brother back with one arm, he wiped away Sam's tears with his other hand "its ok Sammy, don't worry everything going to be fine" Dean tried comfort him. The truth was he was a little scared but he couldn't let Sam know that, as always he had to be the strong one. He could hear his fathers' words in his head "look after Sammy, keep him safe" and that what he intended to do. Ok he thought to himself, what was the last thing he remembered? Being in the car, it was night time and they were on their way to Pastor Jim's. He must have fallen asleep. What the hell happened and how did they end up here; where was Dad? "Have you seen Dad?"

"No" Sam whispered as he looked around "Where are we Dean, how did we get here?"

"I don't know" Dean replied standing up, he helped his brother to his feet as well "come on let's start looking around, see if we can find dad" He had to admit the place was giving him the creeps. Just as they started to leave the room there was a terrifying ear piercing scream, it echoed around in the darkness making Sam grabbed hold of Dean's jacket burying his face into his brother's body. It sent a shiver down Dean's spine as he hugged Sam closer to him, there was a tremble in his voice as he spoke "stay close don't wonder off and don't touch anything" hopefully they wouldn't run into what made that scream

Dean noticed that the only light they had to see with coming from the moonlight shining in through the big arched shaped windows which was on the far side of the room. Leaving they entered a long darkish corridor, where there were lots of rooms leading off on each side of the corridor. The place was cold and creepy and all Dean could hear were the scratching sounds of the rats running along the tiled floor. They moved slowly to the first door which was slightly open, Dean called out softly "dad". But no reply came, even the sound of the rats running had stopped. Carrying on further Dean noticed that some of the rooms had old fashioned bed frames in, he was thinking that maybe it could have been a hospital at one time. They were more than half way down the corridor now when they reached a closed door.

"Keep an eye out Sammy I don't want to meet the person who caused that terrifying scream" Dean reach out to turn the handle belonging to the closed door but his hand ghosted straight through it. He stepped back in shock, gingerly he stepped forward to touch the door but the same terrifying thing happened his hand disappeared into the door. "Holy Crap!" his hand felt cold and dump he withdrew it quickly before his brother saw it

Hearing his brother shock voice Sam turned to look at him "Dean what's wrong?"

He couldn't tell Sam what he was thinking, that maybe they were ghosts and if that was true then they were dead, surely this can't be heaven? His throat dried at the thought he found it hard to swallow. His words came out a little hoarse. "It's nothing Sammy the door locked, let's move on"

"Dad might be in there?"

"No, the lock hasn't been used in years" another lie passed Dean's lips

Looking back up the corridor Sam could just make out the form of a man coming down the corridor towards them "Dean someone's coming"

"Quick in the next room now" Dean pulled Sam firmly along by grabbing his upper arm

"He could help us find dad?" Sam questioned his brother's decision

"We don't know that" Dean pushed Sam into the room then turned to see that the man was wearing a hospital gown and was still heading their way; as the man came closer he could make out that he was holding out his arms in front of him like a mummy from those black and white monster movie, the skin on right side his face and both his arms had been burnt in a fire and was peeling away, He followed them into the room holding his arms out even wider as he started to move towards them, the boys started backing up as he approached. Knowing that they were trapped Dean pushed Sam protectively behind him shielding him from harm "Stay behind me Sammy"; the man was going to have to go through him to get to Sam.

What would dad do? Dean thought he was sure now that the man was like them a ghost and they had no weapons to defend themselves with, there were pieces of iron laying around which would disperse ghosts but the problem was he didn't think he would be able to pick one up to use it and if he could it would probably disperse him too.

"We're in big trouble" Dean whispered

TBC