Sorry about the wait guys, I'm about to graduate so I've got a lot on my mind. Here's chapter 2, please enjoy and then review.
When Sam woke up, he didn't remember where he was. He remembered everything, even the car that hit him but something strange had happened. He could see his dad, his brother and even his own body. He turned and there was a light but just before it he saw Jessica. She looked beautiful, she was still wearing the white nightgown he had seen her in right before she died. He thought she would be angry with him but she was crying, with tears of joy, to see him. He began to cry too, especially when he saw his mom walk up behind Jess. They both smiled at him, and he felt warm all over. He felt really good and happy. Two things he hadn't felt in a long time, specifically in the past week. Then as quickly as it had happened he was pulled away from them. The feelings of comfort had passed and the agony of pain from his corporeal body hit him. He gasped after it hit.
That's when he noticed the girl helping him out of the car. He had longed to stay with Jess and his mom but he knew that he came back for a reason. At least he got to see them. After being put in the ambulance, Dean was next to him, and he tried to see if dad was ok but they closed the door. He remembered the nurse inserting an IV and everything went dark.
His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed the girl standing in front of Dean's bed. They were talking. He listened in and pretended to be asleep. He heard the end of the conversation. As she left, Sam wondered why Dean asked her to come back.
Shortly afterward, Dean explained everything that had happened and they tried to walk. Dean will have to help him though.
It had worked out just as Dean had hoped. He had asked Halee to stop by later, and as predicted, she showed before seven. She had come in with the doctor. Dean had tried to act normal, not showing a hint of his intentions. When the doctor left; Dean didn't waste a second; he and Sam jumped up and grabbed their stuff. Halee looked shocked, and it confused Dean until he realized he didn't tell her the plan.
"Ok. I forgot. We're leaving and your helping us do it." He said.
"What?"
"Come on, you already helped us so far, it's not hard. All you have to do is help is get out of here. The next part is going to be hard."
"What's the next part?" Already having an idea in mind for what it would include.
"Well…" Dean started before Sam cut him off.
"Look, we need a place to stay and you're the only person we trust. Please." He gave her the puppy dog look. She bought right into it.
"Ok, I would be glad to help. How are we going to do this? I haven't sprung anyone from a hospital before."
"Well, we are going to slip out unnoticed; all I need you to do is have your car parked out front when we come out. We get in and leave." Dean said.
"Oh, that's not that hard."
"Yeah, so what kind of car do you drive?"
"A Chevy Malibu, a gold one."
"Ok. You know what to do. We'll meet you out there." Dean had switched into hunter mode. Halee looked at Dean and then left.
"Dean, what about dad?" Sam asked with concern.
"We're going to have a visit with the old man before leaving."
After that they knew their plan of action. They left the room quickly and quietly one after another, just like their dad had taught them.
Dean leaned his head against the door listening for anyone that might be walking around the halls. When he heard the last of Halee's footfalls at the end of the hall; he stuck his head out and looked both ways before exiting the room, Sam on his heels. He wasn't sure which way to go but he knew there had to be a directory; there it was, stuck on the wall just ahead. They checked the hall before stepping forward and finding "ICU" in bold letters on a yellow arrow, which pointed to the left. They knew what to do; they would just follow the signs and be on the look out for everyone. Dean led the way, they walked down corridors. Around every corner they would stop, lean against the wall and make sure the coast was clear. "That old Marine crap" as Dean had so eloquently put it. As they rounded a corner, a group of female nurses came down that hall they were talking about a hot patient on the first floor and his sweet brother. 'Hello,' Dean thought; however at the mention of his brother a girl started saying how the brother was the better looking one, unfortunately they all agreed. Now feeling dispirited he quickly walked in the opposite direction toward the ICU.
Other than the nurses and a couple of patients; there were less people than they had anticipated. Dean began to worry because when things were going good it wasn't very long until things began to turn ugly. He started to sweat as he made his way down the hall but pushed his thoughts aside and stayed focused.
They were about to make the turn to the ICU when their doctor walked down that hallway and entered it. Dean swore. Now they had to wait for the Doctor to leave. He just wanted to see his dad and get Sammy out of here, but no. He patiently waited and finally the doctor walked out of the room. Dean quickly stepped forward and made his way to the door.
He tried to wait for Sam to follow but once he saw his dad, he broke down. He was beat to hell. His face wasn't bloody but he could still see where he had bled from the cuts and bruises on the old man's face. He had a breathing tube placed under his nose, an IV in his hand and all this equipment beeping around him. In that moment Dean lost it, his dad could die, he could never wake up. He would leave Dean forever and there was nothing Dean could do about it. It ate at him; his hero was broken and dying. The only things keeping him alive were plastic and machinery. Dean shut down, until he realized he was all alone. Then he heard something.
"DEAN!"
He turned around and hastily wiped away the tear that had almost escaped and made a dash for the hall. He knew the voice belonged to Sam but he didn't know where he was. 'Screw this' Dean thought as he ran down the hall bound and determined to find his brother. The voice sounded frightened, he just couldn't take this, and his family was falling apart. 'Stay calm, stay focused' he heard his father's command in his head. He couldn't help his dad, but he sure as hell wasn't going to let Sam fall either. He quickened his run and turned a corner to find Sam standing there with a nurse. Dean didn't have to see her face to know who, or rather, what she was. He didn't waste a second to run past her and grab Sam's arm. When did this situation get out of hand? He knew it, he knew it would have. Just when he thought things couldn't get worse, two big orderlies in white popped in front of them down the hall. Normally Dean would have taken them on without thinking about it first but he and Sam were hurt. Would the hospital really use force against its own patients to try to help them heal? Ironic, huh? He just kept running, he would take them down if he had to.
Then something happened, the orderlies backed off and let them through. Dean continued to run for the door. Sure enough there was the Malibu, 'I love chevies' Dean thought. Halee was sitting in the driver's seat. When she looked up she unlocked the doors and started the car. Dean climbed in the back and let Sam lay down. He put his head in Dean's lap and spread out along the back seat. Or rather he tried to, he was so tall. When they were safely driving away, Dean checked for any other signs of damage but his kid brother looked the same. She hadn't done anything to him. At least he hoped not…could she have possessed him? He hasn't said anything but then again a run like that would tire anyone out, especially if you were brought in less than twelve hours ago. Deep in his thoughts, he didn't realize Sam had fallen asleep.
Halee looked back at her new passengers wanting to know what had happened but feeling that she shouldn't ask. They were in there a long time. She had parked her car right out front so she didn't have far to drive to wait. Dean had been looking protectively over his brother. When he did look up, they shared a glance and she quickly looked away, he knew she had been looking at him. She liked Dean, a lot…but she didn't know anything about him. That tug at her, who were these two? She had more questions, of course, but now was probably not the best time, so she turned on the radio. Her CD was still in and she had finished Fiona Apple's song. She flipped through the songs until she reached Metallica's "Enter Sandman."
Dean looked up at the familiar sound and felt calm. He loved this song. He could tell from the look on Halee's face she had this look of, 'you've got some explaining to do' but he ignored it. She seemed like a nice girl and he had noticed her staring at him. Any other day, he would have put on the charm but his family needed him right now. Sam needed him.
It hadn't taken them long to get to Halee's apartment. Her best friend was going to move in with her once she graduated from College, so she had an extra room with a queen in it. Sam would have the bed and Dean would sleep on an old sleeping bag on the floor of the room. He knew it would be uncomfortable but as soon as he laid his head down he was asleep.
Halee shut the door to their room as soon as Dean had lain down. She offered Dean something better to sleep on than her old sleeping bag but he refused. She was sure she had a blow-up mattress in her closet but he looked tired so she dropped the subject. Now, she wasn't sure of what to do with herself; so she sat down and tried to watch TV. The guys needed rest and she wouldn't leave until she knew they were alright. That and she didn't want to leave Dean. He had these beautiful hazel eyes…no, I am not falling for a complete stranger! Maybe just a little bit…the look on his face as he watched his brother made her note that he cared deeply for his brother. That had made her like him even more. She didn't know how he felt but she didn't care. She felt something when they had shared that moment in the car. With that, she tried to enjoy her favorite show but her mind was elsewhere, only two feet beyond that door.
A thousand miles away, an old man was sitting down watching a marathon of 'I Love Lucy' re-runs when the lights flickered and eventually the power went out.
"Damn, power." He said as he searched for his emergency flashlight. It had been threatening to storm all afternoon late into the afternoon but a drop of rain had not fallen. The wind had picked up in the last hour or so but the power stayed on until now. He couldn't believe the luck he was having today. First, his son was in an accident and in the hospital; his sister called and told him that his niece was getting divorced; and to top it all off it was the anniversary of his wife's death. Lung Cancer had taken her over thirty years ago. It seemed that the date was cursed. Little did the old man know what events would enfold that night just outside his home.
A rather large group of demons had gathered outside a suburban neighborhood in an underground basement in the Old-Fashioned Diner. No one had known that the owner, Carl, was part demon himself. A group this large hadn't gathered like this since the old days before WWI. Every hundred years or so they would change meeting places; this time his Diner was chosen. He was beginning to wonder what they had all been called for. When one of his old friends stepped upon the platform and called for attention.
"I know you all must be wondering why I have called you here. But I have good reason. My family has been attacked." Everyone began to talk; they all seemed to be outraged by the thought.
"Silence. Listen, my daughter was exorcised and my son was shot by the colt. I have called you all here because I want revenge for them. The hunters, or rather, hunter that did this will pay for what he has done. I will make sure of it. However, I need your help. A war has begun and I thought you all should know of the casualties on our side. Not just my children but other friends of ours have been destroyed or worse by the hands of these so-called 'hunters.' I ask you all to help me. We all have lost because of the Winchesters and I say it's time we attack with full force. To show them and, others like them that we mean business."
Everyone was silent as it soaked in but the looks on their faces were answer enough. They were pissed and he knew that they were on his side.
"Wait; let me fill you in about what has already been set in motion. John Winchester is in a coma; I have had one of my daughter's friends take care of it herself. I just received news that the boys have escaped from the hospital and are hiding. They still have the colt but they can't take us all. Now we begin our assault. Tomorrow, we will meet again; as for tonight I have more work to do."
At that he stepped down from the stage and as he made his way through the crowd everyone rallied around him, giving sympathy for his loss and offering all the help they could. He accepted their condolences and their offers of help as he began to plot out his revenge on Dean Winchester.
TBC