A/N: Here's chapter two, sorry it's a bit wishy washy and not much really happens, but then I guess even in supernatural life they're allowed a few hours where nothing much happens to recover. Thanks to those who have read and reviewed...and PLEASE people who read it only takes a few minutes for you to hit the review button and tell me what you like/didn't like in it and also tell me what you want to see happen in those three weeks! I have a few ideas but any suggestions would be great! :D
Disclaimer: Still don't own them...I wish!
Hope you guys enjoy!
Chapter two
Dean sat by Sam and for the first time the events of the previous night playing out in his head. Remembering how he and Sam had nearly died when Sam was so desperate to put the demons in his mind to silence, he shuddered unconsciously. And then later with the leviathan. How the hell were they meant to kill them?! They couldn't carry round cars to squish them with every time!
Sam groaned his eyes fluttering open scanning the room and then he froze staring at something that wasn't there. Watching him Dean began to lean forward to comfort his brother when he saw Sam lift his injured hand and press down on it hard. Cringing as he watched blood begin to gather up on the bandage and then a moment later Sam relax. At least there was something he can use to distance himself. He thought relieved.
"Sam?" Dean's voice filled with concern.
Sam pulled at the mask on his face taking it off before placing it on the floor and turning his head to his brother he frowned as if trying to make sense of the jumbled thoughts going through his heads.
"Take it easy Sammy you hit your head pretty bad." Dean wanted to lean forward and help but this damned leg wouldn't budge. So instead, he watched from the chair as Sam still blatantly out of it tried to push himself up into more of a sitting position.
"What happened?" Sam half grunted half mumbled as he took in his surroundings, "And where are we?"
"Rufus's old place, well one of them anyway. Not bad considering what he was like." Dean stated smiling at the memory of Bobby's friend, "After that dick knocked you out we ended up in Sioux Falls General where more of those black ooze freaks are. Bobby got us out."
"Bobby's alive?!" Sam sat up higher and frowned as dizziness took over.
"Yup." Dean didn't elaborate, he didn't know how he was alive and Bobby wasn't saying any time soon. Would just have to put it down as a miracle-if miracles existed for the Winchesters!
Sam nodded slowly, "You manage to kill the one at Bobby's?"
"Think so. Didn't see it reappear while the ambulance got there anyway." Dean shrugged, "Guess crushing them with a car works!" he half laughed as Bobby reappeared along with a few supplies from the local shop twenty minutes down the road.
"How ya feeling sport?" Bobby asked as he placed the bag on the counter.
"Yeah not bad thanks Bobby." Sam forced a smiled unconsciously squeezing the cut on his hand. Bobby noticed and nodding towards that, "I'll get the first aid kit." And with that he wandered out leaving the brothers alone again.
Dean glanced at Sam, him too noticing the hand squeezing but Sam seemed in control and not wanting to jeopardize that remained silent, instead biting his lip as he sulked, "Can't believe I'm in a cast for the foreseeable future!"
Sam turned to him and smiled, "Can't see you lasting long before you start throwing stuff."
"Dude, I'm not that bad!" but even his voice faltered him too realising the likelihood of the boredom that will soon come with this.
Bobby returned and Dean watched with his big brother face on as Bobby untied the bloody bandage making sure Dean's stitching was still in place before pouring the whiskey just purchased from the store onto his hand and then bandaging. Watching as Sam cringed with a quick intake of breath Dean couldn't help but feel sympathy and then anger at what Castiel had done to his brother. This was his fault!
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Sleep came easy that night, Sam being woken every few hours to make sure the head injury didn't didn't worsen.Dean slept on the sofa his broken leg not allowing for easy movement to the bedroom.
Rising before sunrise the next day Sam got up and looking in the mirror he cringed at the large bruise taking over most of his forehead. He jumped at the reflection then seeing for the first time that day Lucifer smiling lopsided at him.
"Good morning Sam." It stated its eyes dancing with glee.
Sam turned away hoping that it would vanish-it did not and so breathing out he turned to the door wanting to leave the room quickly. He only got a step before he felt an arm at his neck and felt himself being shoved to the wall Lucifer pissed off that he was being ignored.
"I said good morning Sammy." Lucifer growled, frowning like a child. He pushed harder at Sam's neck forcing his to choke on what little air was getting to his lungs.
"You are not real!" Sam gasped fighting for control of his mind whilst still feeling the ever increasing pressure at his neck. Pulling his hand up he managed to press the wound and jumped slightly as the hallucination let go of him allowing him to gasp the much needed air, still keeping firm pressure on the wound allow the pain to consume him.
"Oh come on Sam don't do that!" He sulked as he began to fade, "That's not fair" He heard him shout as he vanished and breathing a sigh of relief Sam was grateful that he was gone-for now.
"Ah there you," Bobby came in, not mentioning Sam's hallucination he had just witnessed "Come on I need a hand with something."
So what you all think? Like? I know not much happened but something will soon I promise Also, PLEASE review it really would make my day! And give me any suggestions on what you think our boys got up to in them three weeks! See you all soon!
