Anger's Betrayal Ch. 3
Disclaimer: I don't own the Winchesters or anything related to them. I am not making a profit from this story!
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Dean was only an hour into the drive headed towards Kansas when he heard his cell phone ringing for the tenth time. He didn't need to look at the caller ID to know that it was his dad. John had been calling every few minutes and leaving messages for Dean to "pick up the damn phone." Tired of hearing the incessant ringing, Dean turned his phone off before tossing it into the passenger seat. He looked into the back seat to see that Sammy had already fallen asleep again as he was snuggled up under Dean's jacket. Sammy's cheeks were flushed alerting Dean to the fact that he still had a fever. Dean knew he would have to stop soon to give Sammy some Tylenol to help control the fever, he just wanted to get a good head start away from their dad first.
After driving for a few hours, Dean found a quaint, little roadside diner that he thought would be the perfect place to eat and give Sammy the Tylenol. The diner was small and out of the way which meant their dad most likely wouldn't stop there. Dean had no doubts that his dad had already started the hunt for them. Checking his wallet to see how much cash he had, he found more than enough money to buy their meals meaning he wouldn't have to use a credit card which would leave a trail for his dad to follow.
Dean opened the backdoor and reached in to feel his little brother's forehead before waking him up. "Damn, you're feeling a little bit hot there Sammy" he said as he gently shook Sammy's shoulder. Dean watched as Sammy slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He could tell from the glassy look in his eyes that Sammy was still feeling the effects of the pain medication he had been given at the hospital. When Sammy's eyes finally focused on him, Dean smiled and said "Hey dude, how ya feeling?"
"M'okay, where are we?" Sammy asked as he struggled to become more alert.
"We're at a little roadside diner in Idaho" Dean said as he reached in to help Sammy sit up, careful not to touch his back. "We need to get some food and Tylenol in you. It's been a while since you've had anything to eat."
Sammy started to protest that he wasn't hungry when his stomach sounded off. Dean helped him out of the car and then wrapped his arm around Sammy's waist as he slowly led them into the diner. Dean helped Sammy sit on a stool at the counter knowing that the kid wouldn't be comfortable sitting in a booth with the shape that his back was in.
A plump waitress wearing way too much blush and eye shadow walked up to the boys and said "What'll be gentleman?" as she pulled her pen from behind her ear and a pad from her black apron pocket.
"I'll have a cheeseburger all the way with extra onions, some home fries and a black coffee" Dean said as he turned to face Sammy. "I'll just have some chicken noodle soup and a Sprite" Sammy said as he smiled at the waitress. When Dean gave him a questioning look, Sammy explained "My stomach's kind of upset right now and I'm afraid to eat anything greasy.
"I can get that order to go if you're not feeling well dude" Dean offered wanting to make things easier on Sammy.
"S'okay, we can eat here" Sammy said as the waitress returned with their drinks. Sammy sipped on his soda hoping it would settle his stomach as they waited for the food to arrive.
The waitress returned with their order five minutes later and said "Just yell if you need anything boys" before walking to a table across the diner to take another order from a family of four.
Dean bit into his cheeseburger and grunted out "Damn, this is about the best tasting burger I've ever had as he took another huge bite. He looked over to see Sammy gingerly eating his soup. "You okay there Sammy?" Dean asked as he saw his brother starting to look a little off.
"M'gonna be s-sick" Sammy said as he eased off the stool. Dean wrapped his arm around his little brother's waist once again as he led him quickly as possible to the bathroom. He helped Sammy to kneel down just as the contents of his stomach spewed forcefully from his mouth. Dean rubbed Sammy's back until he finally stopped heaving. He helped Sammy to stand up and then walked him through the diner as he asked the waitress to put their orders in a take out container. He walked Sammy out to the Impala and eased him into a laying down position once again before re-entering the diner to get their food and pay the bill.
After checking on Sammy, Dean started the car and headed down the road as he searched for an out of the way motel for him and Sammy to spend the night, knowing that Sammy needed to get a good night's sleep. He drove for ten minutes when he found a small motel that had only six rooms. He went into the office and paid for a room using cash. He quickly returned to the car and helped Sammy into their room. He quickly pulled down the blankets on the bed that was furthest from the door and helped his brother to sit down.
"Stay there Sammy while I get you some Tylenol" Dean said as he raced back out to the Impala to get their things. Upon returning to the room, he dug the Tylenol out of the first aid kit and then went to the bathroom to get his brother a glass of water. He shook out two capsules and then handed them to Sammy who promptly put them in his mouth and swallowed them down with the glass of water.
Dean helped Sammy to lay down and then pulled off his jeans before covering him up so that the kid could rest better. "Go to sleep kiddo" he said as he ruffled Sammy's hair. He shut off the light and closed the curtains before turning on the television and hitting the mute button. The last thing he did before climbing into bed himself was to salt the door and the windows for protection.
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John was getting frustrated. It had been seven hours since Dean had taken off with Sammy and he was no closer to finding them than when he had started. He pulled out his phone to call Dean for what seemed like the hundredth time only for it to ring over to voice mail once again. He threw the phone forcefully against the dash of the truck as he swore. "Damn it, when I find you boys, I'm going to kick your ass Dean."
As he calmed down, he tried to figure out just where the boys would go. Deciding that Bobby's was a logical choice, he picked his phone up and hit speed dial number five and waited for the hunter to pick up. The phone rang six times before he heard "Singer here, what can I do for ya?"
"Hey Bobby, this is John. I was just wondering if you've heard from Sammy and Dean within the past few hours"
"No, I haven't talked to anybody since this morning. Why, aren't they with you?" Bobby inquired over the line.
"To make a long story short, we were out on a hunt and Sammy got hurt" John said in answer to Bobby's question.
"You stupid idjiit, what the hell did you do?. There's got to be more if Dean has taken Sammy and left" Bobby said knowing there had to be more to the story.
"Damn it Bobby, It's not my fault" John said as he tried to defend himself. "Dean blames me for what happened since I kind of yelled at Sammy just before he was attacked by an Abiku demon."
"What else did you do John, I know there's got to be more" Bobby prodded over the phone needing to know the whole story.
"Well, Dean got upset when I went after the demon to kill it instead of staying there with him to take care of Sammy" John finally admitted as he heard Bobby curse him over the phone.
"You stupid son of a bitch, how could you put the hunt before your children again. You deserve what your getting" Bobby said as he hung up the phone.
John sat stunned in disbelief at the words Bobby had just said to him, and more so that he had just hung up on him. "To hell with you Bobby" he thought as he dialed a new number and waited for the other person to pick up.
"This is Pastor Jim, how can I help you?" John heard as his friend answered the phone.
"Hi Jim, it's John. I was just wondering if you've heard from my boys" John said in answer to Jim's question.
"No I haven't. Is something wrong?" Jim asked sensing the anxiousness in John's voice.
"Dean got upset with me and he took Sammy and left. Sammy was injured Jim, I need to find them as soon as possible" John replied.
"I'll make some calls and see what I can find out John. Keep in touch. I'll phone you if I hear anything" Jim said as started thinking about ways to find the boys.
"Thanks Jim" John said as he hung up the phone. He felt a little better knowing that Jim was going to help him in his search for the boys. He scrubbed his hand along his beard as he continued his drive down the highway in search of his boys.
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Dean was peacefully sleeping when he was instantly awoken by the sound of Sammy moaning. He jumped up quickly and rushed over to Sammy's bed where his little brother was curled up into a fetal position with his long hair plastered to his face. Dean put his hand on Sammy's forehead and felt the intense heat radiating off of his little brother.
"Son of a bitch" he said as he quickly pulled on his jeans. He wrapped Sammy in a blanket and picked him up carrying him out to the Impala placing him on the backseat once again, He had seen a sign for the hospital about two miles back and quickly put the car in gear speeding off towards the hospital. Sammy was burning up and he had to get medical help quickly.
Dean pulled up to the Emergency Entrance and quickly got Sammy out of the car and carried him into the hospital. He was immediately ushered into a treatment room by the doctor who saw him carrying the limp teenager in his arms.
As Dean followed the doctor, he heard him say "Tell me exactly what's happened. Dean then went on to explain how Sammy had been hurt and how he had been treated for the wounds, but now had developed a bad fever. As Dean put Sammy onto the bed, the doctor immediately started assessing Sammy. After checking his vitals and the wounds on his back and finding no signs of infection, he ordered a CBC and blood test to determine exactly what was causing the fever.
Dean watched intently as the lab technician drew blood from Sammy's arm and was surprised when he didn't even wince at the feel of the needle being pushed into his arm, which attested to how weak his little brother was feeling. Dean pulled a chair up beside Sammy's bed and grasped his little brother's hand as the doctor looked at him and said, "I'm going to give him an injection of Naproxen to help reduce his fever.
The doctor pulled down Sammy's boxers just a little and swabbed an area on his hip and the gave him the shot. Dean felt Sammy squeeze his hand a little as the doctor pressed the syringe down, injecting the medicine into Sammy's bottom. Shortly thereafter, Sammy feel asleep as Dean sat by his bed waiting for the results of the blood test.
Approximately an hour later the doctor walked in and Dean immediately tensed as he saw the worried look on the doctor's face. The doctor walked over and checked on Sammy before looking at Dean and saying, "We've got the results back from the blood test and I'm afraid we need to admit your brother right away."
TBC So what is wrong with Sammy that has the doctor so worried?