Chapter Three
Disclaimer: Sam, Dean, and the Impala are the property of Supernatural, Erik Kripke, and The CW
It took less than four hours for Dean and Sam to get to Detroit, a drive the usually took just over four hours. The first thing that they did was check into a grudging looking motel and then started a little research.
"Okay, so there have been 3 incidents in the past week. All three were admitted to the hospital and are all comatose as of right now." Sam summarized, looking at an article on his laptop.
Dean walked over glancing briefly at the screen before moving to the chair across from Sam. "So what, they got attacked by a Strigoi and now they're in Acoma?"
Sam nodded. "How much do you know about Strigoi, Dean?"
Dean shrugged. "I don't know, they're like Shtriga right?"
Sam smirked. "Yeah, more like it's really pissed off, badass cousin." Dean quirked his eyebrow in confusion. Sam just sighed and rolled his eyes. "The do the say thing, feed off of a humans life force. But a Shtriga goes after mostly children. Strigoi goes after people it deems to be impure."
Dean sat forward. "Impure? Impure how?"
"Well, it's from the Catholic religion so any one who is guiltily of acting on one of the 7 deadly sins; lust, wrath, greed, sloth, gluttony, pride, or envy. And it'll feed off children or adults, and in order to take the life force they stick two needle like nails in the center of their victims spine." Dean made a small face of disgust. "Yeah, we gotta finish this quite before it comes after us. So, let's start with that friend of Keith's. Judging from the call this morning I say this person is the most recent attack."
Dean nodded in agreement. "How do we get in?"
"CDC. The doctors are at a loss as to why the patients are comatose."
Dean stood. "Okay, lets get into those monkey suits."
Sam nodded, closing his computer and getting up. Ten minutes later they both walked out of their motel room, twenty minutes late the pulled up to Henry Ford Hospital. The walked in and went right up the nurses station.
There was a young blonde, curly haired nurse sitting at the computer. She glanced up at the two men walking over, and straightened up, fixing her hair causal as the approached. Sam held in his laugh while Dean had on his signature "sexy" smirk.
"Hello, what can I do for you gentlemen?" She looked from Sam to Dean, unsure who she thought was the better looking of the two.
Still smiling Dean spoke. "We're here to one of the three comatose patients that have been brought in this week. The one we're looking to see is on that was brought in sometime last night, well more like early this morning."
The girl looked down at her computer, shaking her head softly. "I'm sorry Mr.-"
"Jagger, and this is my partner Mr. Young."
She blushed as Dean's shy tone. "Right. I'm sorry Mr. Jagger but I can't let you see her. Only family is aloud to see her, and from what her file says her boyfriend a Mr. Jack Mercer is permitted to see her as well since he is her emergency contact." At the same time Dean and Sam whipped out their ID. "Oh, you're here with the CDC, I'm sorry I wasn't aware anyone was coming. Here." She quickly handed them a file, which Sam took. "The room you're looking for is down that hall," She pointed to her right. "And down the corridor on your left." Dean just nodded, flashing her a grin, making her blush deeper.
"Thank you." She smiled politely and walked off with Dean in the direction she had pointed out.
As they went Sam flipped through the file, skipping the first page with all the personal information. "It says she was brought in around 4 AM, her boyfriend said he had walked out of the room to use the bathroom and when he came back she was on her stomach out cold. There were two small punctures in her back, but the doctors didn't find any trace of a drug or any foreign element the would cause her to be unconscious."
They were only a few doors from the hospital room the were heading to. Dean looked over at Sam as they got closer. "Does this girl have a name?" He questioned, tired of hearing Sam say 'her' or 'she' every time, knowing that the file in his hand had her name in it.
"Oh, um yeah." Sam flipped to the first page and began to read it. "Her name is Sky-" He paused for a moment, silent as he stopped dead.
Dean realized that Sam was no longer by his side and saw him a few steps behind him. He sigh in frustration, they were just outside the door they needed to go through. "Dude, what?"
"Dean. It…It's Sky."
Dean tilted his head, confused and thinking he miss heard him. "What?"
" 'Patient name: Skyler Mary Winchester. Date of Birth: October 23, 1989.' " Sam quoted the chart that he held in his hand. He looked up at a shocked Dean. "It's her Dean. It's Sky, she was the one who was attack but that…fucking thing."
Dean's jaw clenched, now pissed and determined to burry the thing that did this. They walked up to the door, Sam put his hand on the door knob. "Sammy." Dean said quietly. "I can't."
He looked at his brother. "What do you mean? Dean that's Skyler in there, our little 19 year-old sister. And you're saying that you can't go in there?" Sam was confused and a little angry.
Dean shut his eyes, taking a deep breath. He didn't like hospitals, especially when someone he cared about was lying in one of the many beds there. One of the last times he had seen his sister was in one of those beds, now after 11 years he was going to finally see her again and she was going to be back in one of those beds.
"Dean," Sam started quietly, knew what the issue was. "Dude, we have to both go in there." Dean shook his head, pushing the door open, walking in.
There she was, their baby sister. Lying in a hospital bed, again. There because of the pieces of shit that roamed around creating chaos, again. There were tubes coming from her mouth, wires attached all over her body, connected to various machines and a steady beep echoed through out the room. Next to her bed was a young blond guy, sitting in a chair with his arm and head resting on the bed.
Hearing someone enter the room, he turned in his seat. "Who are you?" Dean noticed his tone was protective and wary of the two men who had entered. Right away Dean thought that he might like this kid.
"I'm Dean, this is my brother Sam." Sam smacked his arm. "Sammy, how the hell do you think we got that call, huh?" Sam glared at him, still unsure. "Fine. What do you know?"
He just stared at Dean, confused. "What do you mean?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "What do you know about her being here? And don't lie."
"What's your name?" Sam asked.
"Jack. I honestly don't know anything about why she's here, Ricky didn't say anything. Just told me to get her to the hospital so that she could get an IV in her." Jack glances back at Skyler then looked back to Dean. "I don't know what it was that put her here. I do know that there's nothing that the doctors can do. I can only assume that you're the guys Ricky called?"
Dean nodded, taking a step toward Skyler. "Something like that. This Ricky guy got a hold of a friend of ours, Keith. He's the one that called us." He stood on the other side of her bed and Sam stood at the foot of her bed. "So, Jack. How's she been?" Dean asked not taking his eyes off of Skyler.
"Nothing's changed. It's only been about 5 hours or something like that. She's just been lying there, no change."
Dean shook his head. "No, that's not what I meant. You're her boyfriend right?" Jack nodded. "Yeah, so how has Sky been?" Dean looked back down, pushing aside a strand of her brown hair.
Jack looked at him, unsure what to do. He wanted to jump across the bed for touching her. "How do you know her?" He said, his jaw clenching slightly.
Dean just barely glanced up at him. "She my…our sister."
Jack relaxed a bit knowing who they were. "Winchester then? That's your last name right?"
Dean nodded but before he spoke the door to the room opened again, and a man dressed in a pair of faded dark blue jeans, a sweat shirt and a dark brown leather jacket with slicked back hair entered, walking right up to Jack's side. "Hey, man. Ma just told me. She okay?" The man gave him a short 'man' hug and looked down at Skyler, not even noticing Dean and Sam in the room.
Jack nodded. "Well, I don't know. She breathing, so that's a good sign right?" He tried to laugh it off, but was clearly worried.
The new man just put his hand on Jack's shoulder giving it a squeeze. "Was it-" He stopped now noticing that he and Jack weren't the only ones in the room. "Who are you?" He ask, not quite as nicely as he could have.
Dean gave him a look the said 'Excuse me? Who the fuck are you?' Jack noticed and decided to jump in. "Bobby, that's Dean and Sam. Sky's brothers."
"Brothers? Where the hell have you been, huh? Some brothers you two are." Bobby spat out.
Dean practically flew across the room, he grabbed Bobby by the collar of his jacket slamming him hard against the wall making Bobby let out a grunt. "You don't know what the fuck you talking about! So I suggest you shut the hell up!" She said through clenched teeth.
Bobby glared at him, grabbing Dean sport jacket shoving him off of him. "I'd keep you distance, Dean. I am not someone you wanna fuck with."
Dean took a step closer, getting right in his face. "You think I'm gonna be afraid of someone like you, boy do you need a reality check!" Sam moved over to Dean telling him that they had to get going. "I've seen shit that you wouldn't even see in your worst nightmares, shit that would make you go running for your mother!" He said viciously.
Bobby just glared back at him, a smirk on his face as Sam pulled Dean out of the room. "So that was Dean Winchester, huh?"
Jack shook his head and sighed. "Bobby, that's her brother. What the fuck?"
"Well maybe if he did his job better he would have been here sooner instead of getting here a day to late." He moved over to a chair the seat by the window.
Jack sat back down in his chair. "Dude, Sky didn't even see this coming. I talked to Ricky a couple hours after bringing her in and he said that there were only like two other attacks before her. She said no one usually picks up on anything until there have been more than 3 attacks somewhere. There was no pattern yet. Don't blame him for not getting here on time."
Bobby was surprised at the way he spoke, he ended the conversation. There was nothing else to be said, he made sure that's what his tone was giving off. They sat there in silence, the beeping of the machines the only sound in the dim room.
TBC
A/N: Um, I hope you like it. I think this is going to end up being a short story. I'm thinking of maybe taking this into the movie, but I'm not sure. Should I? Have all that shit go down with Evelyn while Dean and Sam are in Detroit still? I'm not sure. Tell me if I should! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! D:
~Jenna
