Thanks to everyone who reviewed, put me on story/author alert or favorite story. I really appreciate every single one of you. So here is part two.
It seemed only minutes since Bobby left to drive back to the hotel and Dean made himself as comfortable as possible in the hospital edition of a recliner. Determined to keep an eye on his little brother, he was fast asleep before could prevent it.
"Louisa!"
Sam's call had the older Winchester standing at his brother's bedside in a matter of seconds. Seeing the younger man trying to sit up, he pushed him back into the pillow.
"Easy Sammy, don't want your head start hurting again." He soothed him, watching the glassy orbs move all over the room until they finally cleared and fixed onto him.
"Dean?" Sam's voice exhibited surprise, "Where did she go? She was right here and now she's gone."
"Who?" Dean's voice showed clearly how disturbed he was by the strange reaction.
"Louisa, she came for me. She still thinks I'm Antonio. I tried to tell her, but she disappeared."
"Sammy, it was just a dream, Louisa is gone, remember." The older man hurried to assure him upon seeing the distress written onto his brother's features. At the same time he let out a relieved breath, thankful for the easy explanation for his brother's behavior. Nightmares had never been anything strange for Sam.
"But she was so real!" Sam protested.
"I understand kiddo but believe me, I lit her bones up and I saw them burn. There is nothing left of her."
A small sigh escaped Sam's lips as he relaxed further into the pillow, "Guess it was only a dream then." He said, his lid's suddenly feeling very heavy again, now that the tension left him.
"It was kiddo. Just go back to sleep. I'm right here watching your back."
"Kay!"
A smile slipped across Dean's face as he looked at the trust his once again sleeping baby brother radiated. He would make sure Sam's trust wouldn't be disappointed.
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Although his head felt like a dwarf was ice skating in it, practicing jumps and pirouettes, the youngest Winchester was still liberated when he was able to return 'home' the next day. Hospital had never been his thing and lately he spent way too much time in them. Sam swore to himself, he would do whatever it took to stay away from this kind of institution from now on. At the same time he still felt pretty freaked out by his dream about Louisa and even though he knew his brother was right and there was no way that it had been anything else than a dream, he couldn't help but have a strange feeling, which just wouldn't go away.
So after Dean helped him out of the car and into the motel, he was surprised, when his brother willingly let him lead him to the bed and didn't even complain about being helped out of his clothes and into more comfortable sweats and t-shirt.
"You sure you're okay?" Dean's voice was laced with worry, "Maybe you should have stayed another day?"
"M fine, just need to use the bathroom. Would you help me?"
For a moment Dean stood with his mouth open. Knowing how fiercely independent his brother was, the request totally flabbergasted him. Finally regaining his voice, he said, "Alright, let's do it then."
Gently he helped the younger man up and guided him into the bathroom.
"I'll be right outside in case…."
"Please stay!" Sam whispered, the paleness of his cheeks suddenly changing to bright red.
Again the older hunter was stunned and now really started to be concerned, but decided to stay quiet for now. Standing close behind him, so Sam would know he was there but also discern that all his brother would see was his back, Dean waited until the younger man reached forward to flush the toilet.
Seeing the slight unsteadiness, he grabbed him by the waist to steady him, "Easy there kiddo." was all he said, before helping him turn to wash his hands and then gently guiding him back to his bed.
After he helped the younger man settle into the bed, he reached into his pocket and pulled the bottle of prescription pain pills out. Opening it, he dropped two into the palm of his hand and held them out to Sam together with the bottle of water Bobby had set on the nightstand while they were in the bathroom.
Sam took the medication and swallowed it without complaining, snuggling more into the thick pillow after he handed the bottle back. Turning to his side, he closed his eyes, feeling like he just ran a marathon.
"You sleep, if you need anything, I'm right outside the door."
Immediately the hazel orbs opened again. "Don't go too far, please!" He pleaded.
"I'm not going anywhere kiddo, just outside the door. Wanna check the engine. I though I heard a rattle on the way home. But if you want me to, I'll stay right here." Dean offered.
"Nah, it's alright, just go." The younger Winchester hurried to assure him, seeing the worry in the older man's face. There was no way he could let his brother know about the weird feeling he had, after all, he couldn't explain it himself.
"Alright then, the door will be open." The other hunter said, before walking outside.
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Bobby Singer was standing with his wall against the wall outside the motel room. He put his phone back into the back pocket of his jeans after having checked in with a friend, who watched over his salvage yard while he was gone. Satisfied that things appeared to be alright, he looked at Dean, who was just now joining him.
"Okay kid; spill it, what's going on? And don't try to tell me everything is fine, I can tell by the look on your face that it's not."
There was only a second of silence before Dean opened up, "its Sam, something is just not right with him."
"I know there is something wrong with him. Kid got his head split open twice now, that's what's wrong with him." Bobby stated matter of factually.
"That's not it though." The oldest Winchester protested, "He is really clingy. Wanted me to stay with him while he peed, didn't want me to leave the room after he was back in bed but in the end pretended it was alright anyway. He thinks I don't know that he only let me go because he thought I would worry if he didn't."
The old hunter listened, then shook his head, "That is kinda strange for Sam, but I think the boy is just freaked out by what happened. Give him some time and he will be fine."
"Yeah, you probably right. Guess I stick close to him, so he won't feel like he needs to ask me to." Dean said, already walking back toward the room.
Bobby grinned, knowing the older brother; he questioned whose need to stick close was greater, Sam or Dean's. There was no doubt in his mind that with Sam proving so injury prone, Dean would watch like a hawk over his sibling even if the kid wouldn't ask for it.
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The next few days mostly found Sam in bed. Still plagued by headaches he was unable to watch TV or use the computer. The only thing taking the edge off the pain were the pain relievers he had gotten from the hospital and it didn't take more than one of them to knock him out for hours. And with sleep also came dreams, dreams in which Louisa DeLucio continued to appear to him, begging him to come with her.
Awaking with uneasiness and a feeling he couldn't even start to describe, he was glad to find his brother close by every time. Dean had taken to watching rented movies or doing research on the computer or even reading one of the few books Sam kept in his duffel bag to kill the time. Only on a few occasions, usually right after the younger hunter had fallen asleep under the influence of another pain killer, did he leave the room for a short outing. During those times it was Bobby who watched over the injured young man.
Although Sam tried his best not to be too clingy, the dizziness he still experienced whenever he sat or stood up made it impossible not to. So he decided to not bother Dean with the nightmares he continued to have. There really wasn't anything to them anyway. Louisa was gone and he couldn't figure out why his mind couldn't let her go too. Trying to think about it made his head hurt even more, so he decided to just let it go. He really didn't want to take another pain pill, because sleeping would mean seeing Louisa again, so instead he closed his eyes and tried to relax, listening to the quiet conversation between Dean and Bobby.
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The feeling of being watched woke him, followed by the feeling of the gentle touch of a soft hand sliding down his face. Opening his eyes he looked directly into the concerned dark orbs of one Louisa Marcetti DeLucio.
"Sam." Her voice carried the same concern her eyes did, "Are you feeling alright my love? You are so pale."
Stroking the hair out of his face, she smiled, "See, I even remembered to call you Sam. I am getting better at this and I will take care of you, I promise.
Her smile was so honest and disarming it made it difficult for the young man to deny be was her husband. She looked so happy; it felt wrong to take this away from her. Yet he knew there was no way around it.
"Louisa, I'm sorry, I really don't want to hurt you, but…"
"Shshshsh…!" She put her finger on his lips, "Then don't! There is no reason to."
She replaced her finger with her lips and before he could refuse Sam found her kissing him deeply."
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Both Dean and Bobby startled up when Sam awoke with a gasp, his tall body shooting up off the bed. Opening his eyes, he grabbed his head and started to gag, heavily falling back onto the mattress. Grabbing the trash can on the way, Dean hurried over to the bed and held on to his brother, as the lunch Sam had eaten three hours ago decided to make a not so welcome reappearance. After a while the vomiting was replaced by dry heaves and finally died down, leaving the younger Winchester exhaustedly leaning against Dean's shoulder. Gently the other hunter helped him lie down again, before taking the bottle of water held in front of his face, out of Bobby's hand. Supporting Sam's head, he held the bottle to his lips and slowly let him drink several sips, before setting it down on the night stand.
"Better?" He asked; concern still visible on his face.
"Yeah, sorry 'bout that. Guess getting up this fast wasn't one of my better ideas."
"Did you have another dream?" Dean questioned, although he already knew the answer.
"I know it's freaky, but I just keep seeing her. I understand she's gone, it's really weird." Sam confessed.
"It's alright kiddo, I'm sure it has something to do with the concussion. Doc said you could have flashbacks and stuff like that." The older Winchester tried to reassure him, "Don't worry about it, it'll get better and until then I'll be right here with you, kiddo. Why don't you take one of those great pain relievers so you can get back to sleep and later I help you get cleaned up and maybe you can sit out front, get some sun before some hunter starts confusing your pasty butt with that of Dracula."
For a moment a smile appeared on Sam's face, disappearing again before it reached his eyes, "I really don't want to go back to sleep." He pleaded, give his brother one of his patented puppy eye looks.
"I understand dude but don't worry about it, I'll wake you, if you start dreaming."
"Promise?"
"Promise!" Dean reached for the medication and retrieved one of the white tablets from the container. Handing it to Sam, he was glad to see the kid popping it into his mouth and swallowing it without further resistance.
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After Sam had drifted off to sleep again, Dean moved back over to the table and sat down, keeping a close eye on his brother as not to miss any signs of him starting to dream.
"So, what'd you think about those dreams?" He gave Bobby an expectant look.
"I don't know, maybe it's really just the concussion." The older man took of his ball cap and scratched his head, a habit that let Dean know he wasn't really convinced by the explanation.
"Yeah, and maybe Sam is the new lead singer for Led Zeppelin." The young hunter couldn't help but smile at the thought of his kid brother blasting an off tune version of 'Stairways to Heaven' into a crowd.
Bobby grinned, "Yeah well, I think I rather not imagine that one. I have some ideas I want to check out. It might be nothing, but I need to make sure." He said, getting up and grabbing the keys to the Impala in the process, "I hope you don't mind?"
"No, go ahead, I would do some checking myself, but I promised geek boy over there to keep an eye on him, wouldn't want to disappoint him." Dean looked at his sleeping kid brother with a smile on his face.
The salvage yard owner smirked, knowing exactly that the seemingly uncaring words were just meant to hide the true emotions his friend was feeling toward his younger sibling.
TBC
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