Death's a' Knockin
A/N: Thank you so much to those who reviewed! It means so much to me as an aspiring writer! So, I've realized that I'm updating very quickly…I hope that's ok? I am currently out of school right now so I have a ton of free time on my hands. (:
Also, as you can see, Sam's injuries are far worse than what everyone thought. There might be a little supernatural mojo going on behind the scenes.
Disclaimer: See previous chapters
Dean sprinted into the hospital, pushing past every person in his way until he reached the nurses station. His heart hammered in his chest. "I'm looking for Sam, Sam Winchester." The nurse glanced up from her phone call and gave Dean a signal to sit down and wait. "No, you don't understand! My brother is here in this hospital! He needs my help!" He shouted, anger making his words sound menacing.
"Sir, if you don't sit down, I'm going to have to call security." The nurse whispered.
Dean leaned over the counter and pressed the end call button. "Lady, my brother could be in here DIEING right now. I need you to tell me where Sam Winchester is…NOW!" Dean yelled.
The nurse glanced down at her records, annoyance in every one of her movements. "Oh dear." She gasped when she pulled up Sam's medical record.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Dean asked, worry clawing through his gut.
"Sam Winchester…he's been moved into complete isolation." She said, as she looked through his little brothers medical records. "He had a…psychotic break about two hours ago." She glanced down.
"Wait, what?" Dean asked, fear etched into his voice. Somehow he was able to wonder where the hell his father was.
"Look, I don't have all the information, all I know is that your uncle is waiting outside his room. It's over there." Dean turned and jogged down the long hallway.
"Dean?" Bobby's voice called out to him.
"Bobby. What the hell happened?" Bobby looked down, he appeared as if he hadn't slept in a couple of days.
"Gotta call bout a week ago. Doc says Sam's in the hospital, critical. I should've known when he woke up and was acting fine something was off. You don't wake up from injuries like that…"
Bobby trailed off. He glanced down at his hand.
"Bobby, why was he even in here? He was at Stanford! He was supposed to be safe!" Dean hollered.
"Keep your voice down, boy." Bobby growled. Dean rolled his eyes. "I did some research. Looks like a ghost was out killing some students at Stanford…some of them, they were your brothers friends. If I didn't know better I'd say that the ghost was targeting them."
Dean's heart clenched at the realization of what happened. "He tried to hunt it?"
Bobby just nodded. "Apparently though, from what he said when he was coherent, it wasn't a ghost. Dean he wouldn't tell me what it was, and then he…he had a panic attack when he heard your daddy was on his way."
Dean looked away from Bobby. "Yeah, well, I don't really know where Dad is exactly. He went to a motel, said he'd be here when he could get here. He's so pissed at Sam for leaving—"
"Mr. Singer." Dean turned to see a man in a white lab coat and large framed glasses walking up to them.
"Doc," Bobby replied, "How's the kid?" The doctor glanced at Dean and Bobby let out a snort of anger. "That's his brother doc. He can hear everything you have to tell me."
"Well, Sam's mental state seems to be shaken. It appears as if he has…lost the will to live? I'm not entirely sure. When he woke up today, he shouldn't have been able to talk, much less laugh or anything else he did. In fact, he shouldn't have woken up today at all." The doctor glanced down, "Sam seems to be suffering from multiple psychiatric problems. There are symptoms of PTSD, depression, and multiple other anxiety disorders. It's baffling. His injuries are healing quickly, but his mental state…it worries me. There's not a lot we can do. Honestly, he shouldn't be alive. If that man hadn't of brought Sam here when he did, then he would never have survived."
Bobby and Dean's hunter instincts perked at the mention of Sam's savior. It was a lead! "What did the man look like?" Bobby asked, his voice coming out as nonchalant, but Dean could hear the eagerness in his tone.
"Umm…he was short, freckles, about five seven? Maybe five eight? He had these pretty cool contacts though."
Dean's heart froze at that. "What color were they? Black? Red maybe?" the two demonic eye colors.
"No, this man had yellow colored contacts. Told me he found Sam in an alley and that I had to save his life."
A/N: I had to through a little of Azazel. He's too awesome of a baddy not to be (: So next chapter we have the reunion and find out exactly what happened on the hunt. A small hint was given in this chapter as to whyy Sam went on the hunt. Something Bobby said...
I am sorry about all the cliff hangers. They're kinda fun to write though!(:
Review Answers:
Moon: Thanks for staying with me(: You're awesome! I hope this chapter answered parts of your multitude of questions(;
sammynanci: Thanks for the two reviews! they meant a lot! I also need Dean and Sammy to reunite! It kills me not to write the two together! I can't wait to finish the next chapter and post it for everyone!
Next chapter might take a little longer to update than the past three. Sorry! I want to make sure it is perfect!
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-Soccergirly37
