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Bleeding Storm
Dean knew he had had a hold of his brother when they crashed, so when he woke up, his body killing him, everything alive with pain, his thoughts went immediately into a panic when he realised that he didn't have his brother wrapped in his arms anymore.
"Sammy!" he yelled urgently, and a pretty ambulance crewer smiled down at him soothingly.
"Good, you're awake. You've been in a car accident, we're taking you to the hospital, we're just getting you all onto the stretchers and into the ambulances now, and someone is collecting your things." She said kindly, and he made a negative noise in his throat.
"No, wait, Sam, my little brother, where is he?" and she looked at him curiously, before realising who he was talking about.
"Oh, the one with the long hair, he's your brother?" she asked, and he made a noise of assent, fearing for his little brother, remembering the awful seizure he had had even before they had crashed the car.
"Yeah, where is he, is he alright?" he pleaded desperately and she frowned worriedly.
"I don't know, he wasn't in that good a shape when we found him, he had a lot of blood coming from his head. As soon as we get him to the hospital, he's going straight for a scan, but, well he didn't look good." She said as she began to wheel the stretcher towards the ambulance.
"Please, I need to stay with Sam, please let me go with my brother." Dean pleaded, trying to move his head, but he then realised he was strapped to a headboard and couldn't do so.
"You'll be in the same ambulance as him, don't worry. We found an old hip flask, is it yours?" she asked, and he nodded as much as he could, he couldn't lose Bobby out here in the wilderness, he'd never live it down.
"Yeah, it belongs to me. What about the others, are they alright?" he asked worriedly, and she nodded.
"They will be, they're beat up, but they will be fine, it's you and your brother we're worried about, you took quite a beating. You've damaged your ankle, you have several nasty cuts and bruises, whiplash and a nasty laceration. And your brother has a fever on top of his injuries, and he doesn't look very good." She said, and he felt panic rise in him as she discussed Sam's condition with him.
"He...he had a seizure, right before the crash, he was shaking and everything." Dean admitted worriedly, and she frowned.
"All the more vital we get him to the hospital soon then. Is there anyone you would like us to call for you?" she asked, and he was about to say no, when it suddenly dawned on him just how bad a situation they were all in.
They were all badly beat up, and were being taken to a hospital. His brother was still in the worst shape out of the lot of them, and needed a scan, and she had said that he was bleeding a lot from his head, and the news about the seizure had made her more worried. And, there was the fact that he, who was wanted by virtually the entire country, was now going to be in a very public place, and they were obviously about to be found out. And what was more, with Valente on their tail, it wouldn't be long before the Leviathans found them again. And they were being taken to a hospital, which were known to be favourite hang outs of Leviathans.
They were in severe trouble, and they needed help, and they would need to escape before too long if they intended to get out of this mess. And even though most of their friends were dead, there was still one person he felt they could call on.
"Yeah, if you find my phone in the reddish coloured duffel, and if it's in one piece, phone the guy called Garth and tell him what happened..." Dean ordered, as he was heaved into the ambulance, and was relieved at the sight of his baby brother's overlarge feet.
His relief quickly faded to terror as he saw the mess Sam was in. His face was deathly pale, blood still pouring from the wound on his temple, despite the bandage that had been put in place on it. Blood and sweat had matted his hair, and his face was peppered with tiny abrasions, and he was ever so still, as if he were dead.
"Sammy..." Dean said, stretching his hand out and taking Sam's cold hand in his own stiff one.
"I'm telling you, that's the guy from the TV, the guy who killed all those people!" a voice said from outside the ambulance, and Dean gulped.
They were already guessing who he was. Which meant that very soon, the Leviathans and the police would be swarming all over them. They were wounded, trapped, with nowhere to go and no one to turn to. This time they were well and truly screwed. Even if Garth did show up, there would be no stopping Valente, he would just pull himself back together and come after them.
They were trapped, with no way out. The Leviathans had turned the entire damn world against them, and now they were going to a place that could conceivably be Leviathan central, where as wounded as they were, there was very little chance of escape from such a state.
"Sammy...we're in trouble." Dean whispered, squeezing his brother's hand, and wishing for nothing more than a return squeeze of reassurance as the door to the ambulance closed.
XX
"We need to get him into an MRI scan, stat!" the doctor in charge of Sam's case snapped as the wounded young man was wheeled in, bound for immediate help, while Dean, Jody and Marion were taken away to different rooms to be tended to.
And from the shadows, Dr Villar smiled as he saw who had just been wheeled into his hospital. The Winchester brothers were here, at his mercy. That fool Valente must have lost them.
Licking his lips at the thought of the meal to come later, he called Nurse Featherstone to let her know they would be staying in for dinner tonight.
XX
"Reports are beginning to come in, indicating that wanted fugitive Dean Winchester has been apprehended outside Seattle. Details are still unclear but it seems like he was trying to escape authorities when he was involved in a car accident, and has now been taken to Seattle Grace hospital." The news anchor reported, and Meg cursed as she entered the room of the patient next to Castiel, someone who believed he saw demons in people and had killed several people in order to try and destroy these demons. The ironic thing was, she was a demon and he thought she was lovely.
She nodded to Randolph, a security guard who was highly suspicious of her. He hadn't liked her near instant hiring, and disliked the fact that she spent nearly all her time watching over Castiel. And ever since the news had broken about Dean, he had been acting even more suspicious of her.
"Now I'm sure of it." He said, eyeing the patient, who was still lucid but held down, but was quickly dozing off.
"Sure of what?" she asked in a bored voice, checking the patient, nodding slightly, before turning to glare at him.
"That scumbag Winchester was here, his brother was locked up here. And you came here with him. You know who he is, you know what he's capable of. I knew there was something funny about you, it was too easy for you to slip into here. What's your angle? What did that bastard do to that poor faith healer?" he demanded angrily, and she narrowed her eyes at him, watching as the patient went to sleep.
"Listen Randolph, I don't know what you're talking about." She said, and walked around the bed, intent on leaving the room, when he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him, raising his stunner to her face.
"I think you do. I heard about that man that Winchester came in with. He was a good man, a faith healer, wouldn't hurt a fly. But, he sees that monster Winchester and suddenly he becomes a patient. You had to be involved, who is that guy? What the hell did Winchester do to him, and what does he know about Winchester that he doesn't want anyone else to find out? Answer me!" he demanded furiously.
Meg glowered at him.
"Believe me, Dean didn't do anything to Emmanuel. In fact, Emmanuel is not a good guy at all, he's a mass murderer and damn near killed the patient who was next door before him with what he did to him. Dean and his brother are the good ones, they've been framed. Emmanuel is dangerous, he hurt Sam badly, and Dean brought him here to try and fix what it was he had done." Meg explained coldly, and Randolph laughed.
"You expect me to believe that? Now tell the truth! That Winchester was here, you're working with him, and you're going to tell me what is going on or I'm going to call the police." He vowed darkly, and Meg grabbed him by the neck, and wrenched it, shattering it and letting his body drop to the floor beside the bed of the patient.
"Oh Lionel, you bad boy, did you not take your medicine? You've gone and killed another guard you naughty thing." She said, straightening her dress, and then began to scream, to bring others running.
Who would have thought she would ever see the day when she was covering for a Winchester? Growling, she realised she had to get out of here. With everyone looking for Dean and Sam, some people, like Randolph, would begin to look at her, treating her with suspicion, and with what she had planned for Castiel, she couldn't let that happen.
Grumbling to herself, she realised what this meant.
She was going to have to go and help Sam and Dean. Again.
Her life really did suck at times.
XX
"You lost them?" Roman demanded coldly, and Valente gulped.
"Um, yes sir, but they were involved in a car crash and are being taken to a hospital, where we have people waiting. I will be there soon, and then, I will deal with the Winchesters once and for all." He assured his master, and he heard Roman's impatient sigh.
"Be careful that you do. Otherwise, next time I see you, I may feel the need to bib you." He snapped, and the phone hung up, leaving Valente looking pale.
He didn't want to eat himself, he didn't want to die.
"You ok?" Charlie asked, as they stood at the side of the road, waiting for the police to come and pick them up.
"I will be. And you had better not fail again. My boss isn't very happy we let them get away. So if we lose them again, I will kill you before I kill myself. Clear?" he growled, and Charlie nodded, his arm pressed to his shoulder, still throbbing from the bullet Marion had put in him.
Marion had clearly gone dark. He had sided with a murderer, the man who had murdered his brother. How could Marion do this? He had always been a career officer, and now he was rubbing shoulders with a known criminal, helping him to escape from police custody not once but twice. Charlie shook his head. Dean must have something on Marion, something that had made the sheriff take his side, probably against his better judgement. Yet another crime that he would make Dean pay for, for corrupting a damn good officer.
Charlie frowned as he considered the continued existence of Sam. It was totally amazing, that was true. He had been dead, and now he was suddenly alive again. And he knew his brother had killed his. That made him just as guilty as his brother. And better than anyone, Charlie knew how it felt to lose a brother. He would be doing Sam a favour if he killed him after he killed Dean, he was sure of it.
But he was also sure that Valente would go through with his threat if they lost the Winchesters again. The Leviathan seemed scared of whoever had been on the phone, and Charlie had a feeling he intended to kill him anyway, and he couldn't allow that. He wanted Valente dead too, and now that he knew what had happened to his brother, he had no reason to stick around. He wanted revenge for his brother, and revenge for his colleagues.
And there were other FBI agents chasing the Winchesters. Perhaps they could protect him. He lapsed into silence as he began to consider his defection from team Valente.
XX
Gordon smiled as he heard the report on the radio, that the murdered Dean Winchester was currently headed for Seattle Grace hospital. The Winchesters were wounded, trapped, with nowhere left to run. He would finally be able to finish what he had started all that time ago, the extermination of Sam Winchester before he doomed the world with any more of his actions.
"You heard the radio guys, let's get to hospital. We have a patient to go and see." He said in delight, his eyes flashing back.
Sam would soon be in his grasp.
XX
"Order the local police to detain them, but do not engage the Winchesters. We are just arriving in Seattle, and we will take ownership of the suspects upon arrival." Reynolds barked down the telephone, receiving a confirmation in reply.
A stroke of luck, the accident that had delivered the Winchesters to them. They wouldn't escape this time.
"Sir, will we need the heavy weapons?" Hurst asked, and he shook his head.
"The boys and their accomplices have been in a car accident, and according to our information, Sam Winchester is on death's door. I think we ought to be fine with handhelds. We will meet with agent Valente upon arrival. Prepare yourselves boys, we're about to bring down the most wanted men in America." He said with a grim smile as they sped through the city.
XX
Gordon's employer smiled smugly. The Winchesters were trapped in a hospital, unable to escape. This was brilliant, they were trapped, with no way out whatsoever, and if the reports that continued to come over the radio were anything to go by, Sam was in critical condition.
Which suited her perfectly. She didn't want Sam awake when she found him. That wouldn't be nearly as fun.
"Head for the hospital." She said, and her driver nodded mutely, as she pulled a small vial of blood from the fridge within the limo.
She had to be at her best to see the Winchesters.
After all, she owed them.
A death.
XX
"The Winchesters are trapped in a hospital." One of the retainers, Mary, reported.
"We will lie in wait." He ordered, and Apronia, his other female retainer, looked at him sceptically.
"Forgive me, but wouldn't we be better attacking them now? They can't defend against us."
He shook his head, smiling darkly.
"Yes, but if we attack now, we won't be able to get rid of everyone else who is after them. I've waited too long for this, I will not mess it up." He said firmly, and both females bowed, as did Owen.
"Problem Aimo?" he asked, and the young man shook his head and bowed also.
"Good. Prepare yourselves. We will strike soon."
XX
Jody felt like hell as she awoke, and she critically ran an eye down her right hand side, seeing both her leg and her arm in plaster, feeling plasters on her face, and also felt all the bruises she had sustained, and immediately wanted to go back to sleep.
"Right, that's the last time I let Marion drive." She grumbled, sitting up in bed, and looking around the hospital room that she was in, alone.
She didn't know where the others were, if they were alright. Sam had been in a bad enough state even before the crash, she didn't want to think how bad a mess he could be in now. And she didn't even know if the others had survived, she could only remember the truck slamming into their car and sending them hurtling down the hill. Marion, Dean and Sam could all be dead, and she would be none the wiser.
And if they were alive, they were still in considerable danger. With everyone chasing after Dean, if they were now in the hospital, she could safely say the cat was out of the bag, and with such a big story, the capture of the most wanted man in America, she would be surprised if everyone wasn't converging on the hospital right now, including Leviathans. This was all her fault, if she had sliced Valente's head off properly, none of this would have happened.
And now she was stuck in hospital, wounded, possibly sharing the building with Leviathans, not knowing what had happened to the others, and with no way out.
And hence, she was incredibly relieved when Bobby flickered to life in front of her.
"Bobby, thank god." She croaked, and he smiled fondly at her.
"I'm glad you're alright. We have problems." He said, and she arced an eyebrow.
"You do surprise me. How are the others?" she asked, and he frowned.
"Marion is mostly fine, he's down in outpatients, he had a chunk out of his head and a sprained ankle, that was about it. You are in a state, and Dean's slightly better off than you, the bags, which are over there," he said, pointing to the duffels belonging to the boys, her and Marion, "because Dean insisted you keep them, protected him from most of the crash. But Sam isn't good. He's in for an MRI scan, they aren't telling Dean anything, he still has an awful fever, and worse, Dean is under house arrest." Bobby said grimly, and she looked at him blankly.
"I leave you boys alone for five minutes and look what happens, everything's gone to pot!" she scolded, and she looked warily out at the dimly lit corridors.
"Are there big mouths here?" she asked, and he shrugged.
"We don't know. I'm going to project to Marion, get him up here to you. Because if big mouths show up, we're going to need to get out of here, sharpish. Here." He said, and brought the duffels over to her, leaning them on the bed.
"Right, check all the weapons are here, phones, clothes, and flask, while you find Marion, then we find Dean, get Sam and get the hell out of here. One step ahead of you." She said briskly, and he nodded, once more lamenting his death.
She was a fine woman.
He flickered out, intent on finding Marion.
XX
"Well hello again." A strangely familiar voice said as Dean woke once more from his fitful sleep, and was met with the face of Dr Cox, the kindly, bespectacled doctor who had treated Sam in Dillimore.
"Dr Cox? What are you doing here?" he asked in surprise, and Cox smiled.
"Earning a living. Not long after you boys left Dillimore, I was approved for a transfer here. And then, all of a sudden, the news is full with stories about you being a mass murderer and being wanted for the murder of your brother." He said, his eyes searching Dean.
"It wasn't me!" Dean barked earnestly, and he nodded.
"I didn't think it was, especially when you were accused of murdering your brother, considering how close you seemed back in Dillimore. But, insane mass murderer or not, you're in pain and need a doctor, so here I am." He said, and Dean immediately sat up, regretting it as his neck panged.
"Ah!" Dean exclaimed weakly, clutching his neck, and Cox forced him back down onto the bed.
"Take it easy. I've patched up your lacerations, and set your ankle, you've fractured it, but the whiplash I'm afraid you will just have to put up with." He counselled, and Dean shook his head.
"Never mind me, what about Sam? Is he alright? Where is he?" Dean asked quickly, his voice high with panic.
Cox frowned grimly.
"I suppose you are his next of kin so I ought to tell you. Sam is very lucky to be alive. In fact, that car crash probably saved his life." He said, and Dean looked at him in confusion.
"How do you figure that? He had a bad fever, and he had a seizure, he stopped breathing, he was really tired..." Dean rambled, and Cox held up a hand to stem the flow of information.
"We know. Your brother had a blood clot on the left hand side of his head, at the front of his brain, caused by repeated blows there. I can't help but feel responsible, I was the one caring for Sam in Dillimore, I saw it and gave him drugs to dispel it, it was very small back then, but it looks as though the drugs didn't work, and he just got steadily worse. The blood clot was very severe, it made him incredibly ill, that was the reason for the fever and the seizure, he was about to die when you crashed. The impact fractured his skull, and allowed a lot of the blood clot to lessen in size and swelling, that was why it appeared he had lost so much blood, the clot had burst. He's in for an MRI scan now, but we're confident that he'll be alright now." Cox said kindly, and Dean shook in fear.
A silent killer. Something Dean wouldn't have been able to fight against. Both he and Sam had assumed that his headache was a response from the beating they had received in New Orleans, not that it was anything more serious and sinister. But despite that, the clot had very nearly killed Sam. He had nearly lost his brother again, and he wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. Dean suddenly felt tears in his eyes as he thought of waking up one morning, and finding his brother cold and dead on the bed beside him, not a mark on him, and he shivered in fear at the thought. Sam was lucky to have survived. Yet again he had damn nearly died, and he hadn't been any the wiser.
"Wait, you saw the blood clot in Dillimore?" he asked in a scared, shaking voice, and Cox nodded.
"It was small back then, and you mentioned that he had sustained a severe wound to the head a few months before then. But I'm led to believe that any blow to that area of the head, no matter how small, would have simply made the matter worse, and after you left Dillimore I had no way of contacting you. I truly am sorry, I assumed the drugs I gave him would disperse it." He said grimly, but Dean wasn't listening.
The blow had first been caused by Edgar, slamming a metal pipe into Sam's head. Then, a few weeks later, Dean had stupidly hit him in the same place when Sam had upped and left, and it wasn't until afterwards that he realised just how stupid he had been to hit his brother in the same place where he had recently sustained a serious head injury. He had hit him in the same place during his drunken attack in Dillimore. Walt and Roy had hit him in the same place too. And then of course, when he was a zombie, Dean had hit him once more in the same place, and he shuddered. It was him. Him again. Once again, he had nearly killed his little brother, and he hadn't even realised he was doing it. It was him. He had almost killed Sam again, he had almost killed Sammy, his Sammy, he had done it again, he had almost killed Sammy!
Cox must have seen that Dean was about to hurl and had quickly got the sick bucket under him as he retched, emptying his stomach of the little contents it held, and Dean laid back, weak and shaking, the thought of his cold, dead brother haunting him once more.
"Sammy...will he be alright?" Dean asked weakly, and Cox nodded kindly.
"Yes he will be I think, I'm monitoring his situation, but once he gets out of the MRI we'll know exactly how much damage has been done, what we need to do, but considering how much blood he lost, I shouldn't be surprised if your brother will be back with you in a few days. I suppose you'll want to be put in the same room?" Cox asked, and Dean shook his head.
"No doc, because we won't be here, we need to get out of here. The authorities think I did kill all those people, and they're not going to believe otherwise. We need to get out of here, believe me." Dean said anxiously, and Cox shook his head.
"Dean, you know full well you aren't in much of a state to go anywhere, you have whiplash and will barely be able to walk, neither will your lady friend if you're thinking of taking her with you, and your brother frankly cannot travel anywhere and is still unconscious. And I don't care if the President himself wants you, you aren't leaving this hospital until I am satisfied." He said sternly, and Dean shook his head, and then narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Cox, who looked at him warily.
"Have you got a pen?" Dean asked, and Cox offered him one.
Dean took off the lid, and then savagely jabbed the pen down into Cox's hand, making the doctor howl at the unexpected pain.
"Ow! What the bloody hell did you do that for?" Cox demanded angrily, as red blood leaked out of the wound, and Dean breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh thank god, you're human." He said, and Cox looked at Dean as if he were crazy.
"Huh? Of course I'm human. Maybe I should check your head again, I felt a few old bumps, maybe..." Cox said, fearing his patient was having a breakdown, but Dean forced him off.
"Listen doc, I'm willing to be that people in this hospital aren't human. Some of them will bleed black, and if an FBI agent by the name of Valente shows up, he'll also bleed black. Trust me. And if they're already here, these black blooded things, Leviathans, will be after me, Jody, Marion and Sam, and with Sam and Jody banged up as they are, and I'm not exactly a great fighter at the moment, we'll be sitting ducks. Check your records, find out if anyone vanished or died when they shouldn't have, you'll see what I mean." Dean said, and Cox nodded kindly, patting his shoulder.
"I'll do that. Now, you take this and have a nice rest." He said kindly, and ignoring Dean's protests, he injected Dean with a sedative and he drifted off at once.
"Poor kid's gone crazy." Cox said as he left the room.
But he couldn't help but feel that Dean had been telling the truth as far as knew it. Or that there had been strange deaths in the hospital recently. Ignoring it, he headed for his office.
XX
Jody had satisfied herself that everything was all present and correct, and was even happier to report that all the weapons were alright, as were the boys phones, when Marion hobbled in, stitches in his head, and looking immensely relieved to see her.
"Jody, thank god you're alright." He said, clasping her hand, as Bobby flickered to life beside them.
"Good, you found her. Now, all we need to do is find the boys and get the hell out of here." Bobby said, and Jody nodded.
"Too true, I don't want to end up a Leviathans appetiser. Get me a wheelchair, I don't think I can walk." She said, and Marion hobbled out and came back with one a few minutes later, followed by a young nurse.
"Sir, Miss Mills is in no fit state to go anywhere, please, let me take the chair." She said patiently, and Jody shook her head.
"Kid, I'm sorry, but I've got to get out of here." Jody said, and the small nurse shook her head.
"I'm sorry miss, but the police have said that you aren't to leave the hospital until they've questioned you. You came in with that Dean Winchester, the most wanted man in America, and they want answers. I can't let you leave. Besides, you're in too much pain to go anywhere." She protested, and Marion shook his head.
"Girly, listen to me. Dean didn't do it, and the people chasing us, they don't really care that much about the law, they just want all of us dead. There are nasty, powerful people coming for us, and we need to get out of here before they catch up to us." He said, and she shook her head.
"No, please you don't understand, the police will know you were kidnapped, you aren't in any trouble..." she assured them, but Jody shook her head.
"Kid, the police aren't the ones bothering us. We weren't kidnapped, but if we don't get the hell out of here, we won't survive." She intoned, and the nurse once more stubbornly shook her head.
"But you will, you aren't going to die Miss Mills, I know you had a shock, but I must insist you stay in bed." She said, coming over and blocking Marion as he turned the wheelchair to exit the door.
"What's going on here?" a severe, tight voice asked, and a governess like woman strolled in, her eyes narrowed, and Jody immediately got the shivers as she looked at her.
"Nurse Featherstone, Miss Mills is insisting on leaving, she thinks there's something after her that wants to kill her, perhaps we should send her for an MRI scan?" the little nurse asked worriedly, eyeing Jody, who was staring, along with Marion and Bobby, at the nurse.
"Yes, we should. Why don't you go and organise it?" she asked curtly, and the small nurse left the room, and Featherstone smiled at them.
"We didn't think the Winchesters had any friends left. That was silly of us. But don't worry, you'll join all their other friends soon enough." She spat hatefully, rearing her head back and revealing her Leviathan form, giving a roar as she did so, and Jody screamed, as Marion went for his gun.
But Bobby got there first, grabbing a knife and slicing Featherstone's head off, sending black blood spurting over the covers while her body and head collapsed to the floor, oozing black goo.
"Well, time to go I think." Marion said, shouldering his and Jody's duffels, placing Sam and Dean's on the handles of the chair, and then helping Jody, wincing in pain as he did so, into the chair before giving her the weapons duffel to hold.
"You good?" Marion asked, and as she tucked Bobby's flash down the front of her gown, she nodded.
"Yeah. Get us out of here." She said, pointedly ignoring the delighted look on Bobby's face, and once the ghost had checked the coast was clear, Marion wheeled her out and they dashed up the corridor.
XX
Cox couldn't get the conversation with Dean out of his head. He couldn't help but believe the boy was innocent, but these Leviathans he mentioned seemed to have him scared witless, and it crossed him that Dean didn't scare easily, unless of course it concerned his little brother.
And try as he might, he couldn't help but remember strange deaths of apparently healthy people, and some missing bodies on a few of the wards. But what Dean was saying was impossible. No one had black blood, and if they did, there had to be a genuine medical reason.
But Dean had been relieved when he saw that Cox had red blood. Perhaps the boy was trapped in an illusion, was trying to fob off the FBI by pleading insanity. But it didn't matter, as it seemed to him that there was no way Dean would be a mass murderer. He might be a killer, especially if his little brother, who he seemed to depend on utterly, was in danger, but otherwise he seemed perfectly normal.
Aside from his fantasy about things with black blood called Leviathans that apparently ate people's organs.
Cox frowned as he went down the morgue corridor. Perhaps it was the strain of the crash and the state of his brother, perhaps Dean was retreating into a fantasy world that made it easier to deal with. But, considering he had every confidence Sam would be fine, it didn't make any sense, even if Dean was incredibly co-dependent on his little brother.
These thoughts chasing around his head, he couldn't quite muster enough strength to dispel the horrible feeling that Dean, however crazy it sounded, might be on to something. He hadn't slept enough, that was all. He had...
A noise roused him from his thoughts, a sort of braying noise, and curious, Cox poked his head around the side of the window that showed the morgue.
And he saw Dr Kelso and Dr Braff, two men he had come to view as friends, their heads tipped back, massive jaws encompassing their face and bifurcated tongues lashing, plunge their heads down into a fresh corpse.
Cox gasped at the sight, and hid behind the wall, his heart hammering as he heard the braying stop, and his heart thudded quicker and quicker as he heard soft, purposeful footsteps approaching the morgue door.
Cox turned and ran, speeding up the dim corridor.
Dean Winchester perhaps wasn't as crazy as he had thought. Doctors were monsters, and were eating people. Cox was terrified, and he took a look back, and saw the form of Dr Braff framed in the dimness of the corridor, and he slammed the elevator door open, and Braff was stalking towards the door, his massive jaws and tongue showing as he approached.
"Come on, come on!" Cox pleaded as Braff began to pick up speed, getting ever closer.
And just when he was a third of the corridor away from the lift, the doors shut, and Cox breathed a sigh of relief as he headed upwards.
Dean seemed to know that something was eating people. And now, his patient could be his only hope.
XX
Dean awoke to find a handsome young man with dark blond slicked back hair smiling predatorily down at him.
"Where's Dr Cox?" Dean demanded worriedly, fearing he knew full well what this guy was.
"Detained. I'm responsible for your care now. Don't worry...it won't hurt." He purred, and latched his hand around Dean's neck, and began to squeeze.
Dean gagged in surprise, raising his hands to try and pull it off, but the grip on his neck was too powerful, and his body was far too tired to offer much of a fight. Dean began to kick his legs desperately, throwing his covers off his gowned body, gagging as he did so, his eyes fluttering and beginning to roll as he lost air.
He had to get free, had to make sure Sammy was alright...
The doctor reared his head back, showing his maw of teeth and dangerous tongue, when the head came flying off, black blood showering the wall, and the body releasing the hold on Dean's neck as it fell to the floor.
Dean took a relieved gasp of air, and looked up in relief as the small, brown haired hunter Garth smiled down at him.
"Hi Dean. Looks like you're in a bit of trouble. Care for a hand?" he asked, and Dean nodded.
"You have no idea how good it is to see you Garth. We need to get out of here, the police,"
"Are already on their way. But I'd rather take chances with them than the doctors here you know, considering so many seem to be Leviathans. Leave this to me!" Garth said brightly, and before Dean could say anything else, he had gone, leaving Dean slightly put out, just as Dr Cox entered the room and saw the headless corpse on the floor.
"Oh my god! Dr Villar too!" he exclaimed in horror, and Dean looked at him in concern.
"Too? Someone else is dead?" Dean asked, and Cox shook his head.
"No, I saw monsters, with big teeth and tongues, and they roared, and were eating people, and he has black blood like you said, and what the hell is going on?" Cox demanded as Garth entered the room with a wheelchair.
"Hi. Garth. Don't mind the body on the floor, it's just a Leviathan, and its not really dead, it'll put its head back on eventually. And I need to get Dean out of here, so could you please get out the way, I don't really want to run the chair through the black blood." He said kindly, clapping the doctor's shoulder, and he sat at the end of the bed, looking faint.
"Hate to say I told you so doc, but..." Dean said, grunting in pain as Garth helped him into the chair.
"What the hell is going on? These monsters..."
"Are the ones who really killed all the people I'm accused of killing, and are going to kill me, Sam, Jody and Marion unless we get the hell out of here. They know you know about them now, so you probably better come with us. You ok with that?" Dean asked, and Cox nodded.
"Yes, I think so. These things, what do we do? You said they put their heads back on?" he demanded weakly, and Garth nodded.
"Nasty buggers. If you still have problems, Mr Fizzles will talk to you about them later. For now, we need to blaze. Come on!" Garth said, arming his gun and passing the knife to Dean, and they left the room, Cox hurrying along in their wake.
"We need to find Sam and Jody." Dean said, and turned and stabbed Garth lightly with the knife, and relaxed when he drew red blood.
"Ow! Dude! I'm saving your ass here!" Garth protested, and Dean shrugged.
"Sorry. Don't worry, already checked the doc here. Can you get us to Sam?" he asked, and Cox nodded, seeming to be calming down.
"Yes. Um, seeing as they know about me knowing about them, what do I do?" he asked weakly.
"You need to come with us doc, but we can't make any promises, you might still get killed, but at least you have a fighting chance." Dean said as they turned down into the main corridor.
Cox nodded, and yelled for them to stop a little bit further down the corridor.
"Can you give me five minutes?" he asked, and darted into a medicine store, earning him surprised looks from the two hunters.
"What are you doing?" Dean yelled.
"Well, if I'm about to have to run for my life with you guys, you might as well have a competent doctor who knows what he's doing along with you. I'm getting supplies of medicines for you." He called back, filling his bag with tablets, medicines, bandages, disinfectant, some Prozac for good measure and anything else he thought might be useful.
"Hmm, cool, never had a doctor in our pocket before." Dean commented, worry for Sam filling him, and then Garth raised his hand to signal silence, and advanced forwards, readying his gun, ready to jump round the corner and start shooting.
Someone was coming, it sounded like someone on wheels, and someone hobbling, and Cox came out of the store and stood behind Dean's chair, hanging a rucksack full of medicines onto the back of the chair as he looked ahead, his face pale, while Dean tensed, and Garth prepared himself.
And then, Garth sighed in relief and lowered his gun.
"It's Bobby." He said in relief, and Dean smiled as Bobby appeared around the corner, with Marion pushing a worse for wear Jody in a chair, and she smiled in relief as she saw him, their duffels hanging off the back of her chair.
"Boy am I glad to see you. Why the hell is this hospital so dark?" Marion asked, clapping Dean's hand as they came alongside him.
"Cost cutting. You in on this too?" Cox asked wearily, and they nodded.
"Sadly. We've got Leviathans, some scary looking nurse got a lot scarier when she started to roar." Jody said and Cox looked pale again.
"We sliced her. How's Sam?" Bobby asked, and Dean indicated Cox.
"He reckons he'll be fine. But he won't be if we don't get out of here, Cox saw two big mouths, Garth sliced another one, and with yours that's at least four, and if Valente shows up, we aren't getting away from here. Marion, you ok to push Jody?" Dean asked, wincing in pain as his whiplash flared up, and the other man nodded.
"Yeah I am. Doc, you ok to push Dean? Only I reckon this dude with the gun might be better in a pinch." Marion said, and Cox nodded.
"Course. Pass me a bag or two, lighten your load, all I have is medicines." He said, and Marion gave him Sam and Dean's duffels.
"Alright, we're not getting any younger, and the bad guys we sliced are probably even now putting themselves back together. And there might be some after Sam, and Dean will mope if anything happens to him. Let's go." Garth said, taking charge and led their strange convoy, on Cox's orders, towards the lift, ignoring the irritated look Dean sent him as he did so.
XX
The nurse smiled kindly as she put the results of Sam's MRI scan into his folder at the bottom of the bed. The crash had done more good than harm as far as the clot was concerned, and if he kept taking the drugs, he would be fine. His wrist was sprained, and he had abrasions on his face, but his fever was reducing and aside from that and the blood clot, he was fine.
"I'll take him from here nurse." An orderly said, smiling down at her.
She nodded and smiled, and left him with Sam.
The orderly smiled down at Sam.
"So attractive, so tasty..." he said, rearing his head back, and then gagged as his head came flying off.
"Good shot Garth." Dean complimented, relieved they had reached his brother just in time as they all entered the room.
Dean ran a critical eye over his brother. He was still very pale, but his temperature felt a lot more normal as Dean touched his hand to his forehead. Sam was lying unconscious on his gurney, his head facing the right, and Dean gently stroked his fingers through his brother's hair. Sam was alive, he was going to be alright.
Well, if they got out of here that was.
"Alright, how do we get out of here doc?" Bobby asked, and Cox looked at him queasily, apparently doctors didn't take the news that ghosts existed well.
"There's a lift at the end of the corridor, it will take us down to the ambulance ready bay and the car park. Let's go." He said, and Bobby began pushing Sam, making Cox looking even more faint as Garth once more led the way.
They made good progress down the corridor, Dean's eyes never leaving his baby brother, revelling in the rise and fall of his chest. He was alright, Sam was alright. The police hadn't moved in yet, and they were about to make their escape, and they hadn't met anyone inclined to stop them. Dean looked at how pale Sam's unconscious form seemed and wanted nothing more than to reach out to his brother and assure himself he was fine, but he couldn't, it would slow them down.
However, as soon as they were in the lift and headed down, he stroked Sam's hair soothingly, though Sam gave no indication he felt it as he remained stubbornly unconscious.
"Come on Sammy, I could do with you awake." Dean whispered.
"Best to let him sleep, he'll recover better." Cox advised, as the lift arrived at the floor, a circular room branching off in different directions.
"Right, we need a way out of here that will take us all because I don't think I'm up to driving." Marion said, and Jody smiled a little despite the pain she was in.
"Good, I'm not getting in any car you're driving again." She said, and he glowered down at her as they left the lift.
Cox looked down the corridor, down to the basement and the morgue, and froze.
Three figures were standing there, two dressed in the white coats of doctors, and the other in a business suit.
"Dean..." he said in a scared voice, and Dean stopped stroking his brother's hair and indicated Bobby to move Sam out of harm's way as the three figures started approaching at a slow pace, as if they had all the time in the world.
"Who are the other two?" Dean asked, and Cox gulped.
"Kelso and Braff. The Leviathans." He said worriedly, and Dean felt panic grow inside him as he saw the third figure, advancing on them in a smug, assured, predatory fashion.
It was Valente.
"I hope you weren't planning on leaving without saying goodbye." Valente said, grinning sadistically as the three Leviathans walked up the corridor.
"We need to run for it." Garth said, aiming his gun at the three, just as the door to the stairs banged open and Charlie, backed up by several men in FBI marked vests, entered, their guns raised.
"Stay where you are! Dean Winchester, you are under arrest for mass murder." Reynolds said grimly, pointing his gun straight at Dean.
"And the murder of my brother." Charlie spat, having slipped away from Valente and found proper members of the FBI entering the car park, and upon hearing of the escape, had led them down here.
"Valente." Reynolds greeted with a nod, and Valente grimaced a little. He hadn't wanted witnesses.
"Reynolds." He said grimly as they continued to advance towards the group.
The doors to the car park rattled, and then seven people walked into the dimly lit, slightly green corridor, black eyes wide and teeth bared.
"Dean...what the hell are they?" Jody asked in a scared voice, but Dean didn't answer as a man in a red shirt prowled into the corridor, his dark skin glinting, his black eyes hungry, his teeth bared.
"Oh my god..." Dean whispered in shock as he saw the man who had tried to murder his brother.
"Hello Dean. Miss your old buddy Gordon?" the vampire asked, and Jody opened the bag, and Garth immediately grabbed a long knife.
"Impossible..." Dean said in shock, not wanting to believe that Cas had set that blood thirsty maniac free as well.
"They're vampires." Bobby said grimly, in response to Marion's worried look, and the group huddled together.
"Vampires? There's no such thing. Sir, I must insist you stay back." Reynolds said, pointing his gun at Gordon, who laughed darkly.
"Oh no...I've waited too long for this. Sam Winchester is mine." He said, licking his lips while his back up prepared to pounce.
There was then a horrible growling from the maintenance area, and Dean's blood went cold, and despite himself, he reached for Sam's unknowing hand. That noise still froze his blood, struck fear into him. It was the last thing he had heard, other than his brother's screams and tears, and the laughter of Ruby's body before he had been ripped to shreds.
By hellhounds.
"What is that?" Gordon demanded, and he, Charlie, Reynolds and the Leviathans all looked to the maintenance area door as they banged open, and the growling and snapping got louder, and two men, both dressed in suits and caps, walked in, their eyes black.
"Hellhounds..." Dean said, his voice trembling, and then a voice cut across the room from the bay.
"Yes Dean. Hellhounds. They're so eager to taste you again." A woman's voice said, and a beautiful blond woman entered the room, dressed in a fur white jacket, her long hair travelling to her shoulders, and Dean's stomach went cold as he beheld her.
"Who are you? Madam, this is an arrest of a dangerous criminal." Reynolds said, and she snorted derisively.
"Good work Gordon. You found them for me. You will be amply rewarded." She said, and Gordon realised she was his employer.
"All I want it to kill Sam." He snarled, and she glared at him.
"That is my job vampire. He belongs to me." She said darkly, looking at Sam.
"Leave him alone." Dean ground out, and she smiled.
"You don't recognise me do you Dean? I don't blame you, you were more occupied with Ruby and the imminent freeing of Lucifer to worry much about me. Perhaps this will refresh your memory." She said, and her eyes went pure white, and Dean shuddered in fear.
There was only one person this could be. Only one.
Lilith.
"Dean, who is that?" Garth demanded, his gun now pointing at her as the Leviathans came to a stop near them, and the vampires, demons and cops all edged forwards.
"Lilith." Dean said, and she smiled in response.
"Impossible..." Bobby breathed, pulling Sam further back, knowing if they all attacked, it wouldn't do a thing to stop Lilith or her hellhounds, which to him were now the worst problem.
"Think Alpha for demons." Lilith advised excitedly to Garth, who went pale.
There was then a rustling, and four people stood in front of the ambulance bay itself, glaring at Lilith, who immediately looked at them in excitement, and the Leviathans wrinkled their nose in disgust, and the FBI forces looked at each other, terrified, and began pointing weapons at all the other parties.
"We cannot allow you to hurt the Winchesters." A woman with an elegant black bun said sharply, and Lilith sneered.
"You do not order me angel." She spat.
"We can't. But another can." One of the male angels said, and the entire floor began to shake, and Dean looked at Bobby in alarm.
It couldn't be. They were dead, or imprisoned. The entire room was shaking, the shaking increasing by the second, and the Leviathans were looking up hungrily, Lilith was looking up excitedly, the cops were looking on in fear and the vampires were looking at each other nervously.
"No, it can't be..." Dean said stubbornly as light filled the corridor, hurting his eyes and making the vampires and black eyed demons back off a bit.
There was then a high pitched noise that made them all grab their heads in pain, and the Leviathans roared, and Lilith hissed in pain and annoyance as the pitch got louder and louder.
"Ow! What the hell is that?" Jody cried over the din, as electricity began bouncing through the corridor, coalescing in the centre of the formation of the four angels, blue lightning shooting into the position, the pitch high and screeching, the light near blinding, the shuddering creating cracks in the walls.
And then abruptly it was over, as a dark skinned man with bright white eyes, dressed in a black suit appeared in the centre of the angel formation.
"Oh no..." Bobby said weakly, realising just how screwed they truly were.
"Raphael!" Dean exclaimed in horror as the archangel smiled.
"Hello Dean." He said in his deep voice, and the entire group looked at each other in fear, and they backed closer to the lift doors as the others present advanced.
Angels, led by an archangel who was meant to be dead. Demons, led by one of the most vicious, bloodthirsty and powerful demons they had ever met. Vampires, led by a man who detested Sam and thought he was a monster and had lost his life trying to kill him. Humans, who believed Dean was a vicious mass murderer and Sam was his accomplice. And Leviathans, creatures from before time began, which scared every other being in the room.
And Dean, Sam, Bobby, Garth, Marion, Jody and Cox were smack bang in the middle of a roomful of people who wanted to kill them.
They were done for.
Well, I told you things were bad for the boys and they had every villain in the place after them! Angels, Demons, Leviathans, Vampires and humans, and there's still another group to come!
Cas has a lot to answer for doesnt he? The siren was bad enough, Zachariah was even worse, but he's set loose Gordon and Lilith! And just how did Raphael escape, considering it was with the souls of Purgatory he was destroyed? That will be revealed next chapter before our big smack down!
So our friends for the moment are assembled, we meet a couple more next chapter, if the boys manage to survive this one.
Speaking of the boys, Sam came very close to dying. I'm sorry if it isnt entirely accurate as to what happens with a blood clot with the fever and seizure, but I did intend for the blood clot to develop for all the reasons Dean mentioned (I was annoyed at him for hitting Sam when he went off to hunt Amy), so i hope i got it right!
Bonus points if you get the references in this chapter, three of the new Leviathans are references, as is the hospital, and the doctor is also a reference too.
Anyway, that's us for tonight, hopefully we will see more tomorrow.
So, as always, please read and leave lots of reviews, I thoroughly enjoy reading them! And if you havent already, please vote in the poll!