-1WOW! The response you all have given me is absolutely amazing, so I thank you! And I only hope that I will continue to please your egger minds. I can see many ideas and speculations on what you guys think is going on, but you are just going to have to wait and see now aren't you? ;). Thanks again.
Rosebud
Chapter 3
Rescue
Me
Sam awoke slowly finding himself still propped up in the back seat of the Camry, he glanced over at his brother and frowned a little. Finding that Dean was in nearly the same position he had been in when Sam had finally managed to drift off into sleep. Eyes still straight ahead blinking still slow and repetitive…. The only difference now was his head was resting against the side window of the car.
"Did he sleep at all yet?" Sam knew the question was in vein but his hopeful side made him ask it anyway as he watched Bobby's head make it's way back and forth against the soft cloth of the seat.
"Not a wink as far as I could tell…"
Sam exhaled loudly as he felt the car swerve left, looking out the window he saw the old family friend's house as he undid he seat belt and adjusted his jacket around his body…
If anyone was going to have any sort of answers for him, it was going to be her, it would be wonderful if she could give him every answer he was seeking, but Sam as naive as he might have been, was in no way stupid, and he knew now from the years he spent in this life…. The life that he lived. That no one… No one ever had all the answers.
Feeling the engine shut off he climbed from the car and walked around to the other side opening Dean's door. "Come on…" He whispered watching as his brother's eyes shifted dully from side to side scanning their surroundings in a dazed and distant manner.
Sliding his arm around the older man's waist Sam lead them up to the front door Bobby on their heels with the two duffel bags that Sam had managed to pack for them, with whatever he could find for himself and the few articles of clothing he owned that he thought might fit his brother, who was more than a head shorter then him.
Reaching out the youngest, yet oddly tallest of the three men knocked lightly on the white wooden door in front of them drawing his lip into his mouth, he knew she had been waiting for them to arrive ever since he had called her from back in Bangor, but that didn't mean that Sam wasn't nervous, it had been so long since he had seen any of these people, experienced any part of this life… That the whole scenario was making him nervous.
And then there she was, smile kind as ever her round face glowing from it against her dark complexion as she opened the door. "well, well, well look who we have here…." Her tone was cheerful and eyes light, giving even Sam, a small grin on his lips, something he really needed right now.
"Told you we wouldn't be strangers…." Sam cleared his throat watching as Dean's head cocked up a little toward the sound of the familiar and welcoming voice only for a moment before falling again.
"That you did… Although I did not think it would be four years until I would see you again…." She pushed the door open a little wider and stepped back from it, "Well, what are you waitin' for sugar get on in here."
As they stepped into the small and home like house the smell of sage filled Sam's nostrils and it was a sent welcoming to his entire body as he almost immediately felt himself relax just the slightest bit….
Missouri Mosley…. A woman who Sam was sure was the kindest left on the planet lead their way from the small hallway into the living room turning to face them, her eyes saddening… "Oh Dean…." She whispered softly, just by looking at him… even a person without mental psychic powers could see and even feel the pain seeping from his body as he stood there with his head cocked down at his brothers side Sam's arm staying around him. "Don't you worry sweetheart, you're here now…" She then let her gaze fall back to Sam.
"You guys have a seat, and I'm going to get us some tea." Sam nodded taking note of how she had not yet touched either one of the boys and he wondered to himself if maybe she did sense something in Dean's presence,… Maybe she was afraid of whatever was surrounding him….. Maybe….
"I'm actually going to get going," Bobby's words tore through Sam's maybe what if game going on in his head and his eyes traveled up to meet Bobby's as he and Dean slid down toward the cushions of the couch. "Mike called me about half an hour ago, said he and the Impala were back up at the tow yard…. So I'm gonna head on up the road, get changed and have him fallow me back here to drop it off…"
"Alright…" Sam watched as he turned to leave, "Hey Bobby?"
"Hmm?" The older man turned his head over his shoulder glancing back a little.
"Thanks…. You know we uh…. We really appreciate everything that you did for us last night and today…."
"Anytime Sammy, you know that…"
Sam's head nodded up and down as he saw Missouri returning from around the corner where he knew the kitchen must have been located, and back toward the living room, a small tray with three glasses and a tea pot in her grasp….
She took a seat on the small recliner that was diagonal from where Dean and Sam sat on the couch, but it was still close enough that she was less than an arms length away….
Sam watched as she never looked up from the tea pot she was pouring into the three cups, in one of them she then placed a few small green leaves of some kind and a cube of sugar…
"What is that?"
"It's for your brother… It's called the essence of Lilac, it's going to help calm his mind…."
"What do you mean?"
She placed the cup in Dean's hand and her fingers rested on top of his, the moment they did she felt it…. Everything like a title wave smashing into her…. Pin pointing her heart and stabbing it with no less than fifty arrows.
Sam watched as the soft sweet features of her normal expression melted away into sadness…. Her free hand coming up to rest on Dean's forehead…. "You poor things…." She bit back tears….
"What?" Sam asked eagerly, "What's going on in there?"
"He's afraid…. Afraid of what happened to your father…." She swallowed softly…. "so much pain…"
"Our father, what about our father?" Sam tried as hard as he could to keep himself composed but he was failing miserably as his worried eyes went from his brother's face to Missouri's then back again and again and again…
"I don't know…." She admitted sadly, "But whatever it was…. It was bad….."
"I need to know what happened." Sam pleaded more than informed.
"I wish I could answer that for you, but it stems to deep inside there, you see Sam the mind is a whole new dimension, there are layers inside there, ones we can see and can control…. And ones we can't…. Whatever this is… It's deeper than I can go…"
"Was…Was it a demon?" Sam asked, "I mean what can you tell me? Please? You're the only person who can help me…. Help him."
"There are no traces that a Demon was ever in there…" She frowned deeper watching as Dean's hands began to tremble slipping the tea cup from them, the rest of his body quickly fallowing suit as she gripped his hand in hers not even flinching when his nails dug into her.
It was as though she could feel every out pouring emotion, every word he was not saying, and as though she could understand them even if she could not separate any one from the other, or express them into words…. "Easy sugar…." She brought her other hand back to his forehead once more and rested it there, "Easy now, you just relax….."
Moments later Dean's body slumped back further into the couch his eyes blinking even slower than before if that was possible as he stared blankly at the woman hovering closely to him, her eyes so soft, so warm.. So kind, as his face twitched a little from time to time his head jerking as though it were resting on some sort of nerve even as she held it…
Sam was watching in silence as a few stray tears found their way down his cheeks, "What do you mean there is no demon?" He asked his voice almost angry, "How do you know?"
"I don't for sure…. But this Sam, this isn't that kind of pain… That kind of suffering, your brother saw something…. Something that caused his mind to snap like a branch beneath your foot…."
"What did he see?"
"I don't know…. Only he does…. But my guess is, like I said before, it has something to do with your father…"
"Why don't we let him rest a while?"
"He doesn't sleep…."
"The lilac will help with that, right now his body is weary and so is his mind."
"If there is no demon in there, and if there hasn't been, then how do you explain the seizures he had, or the tremors he still seems to be suffering from….."
"He's afraid… his brain is acting out against whatever visions are trapped in there…."
"I just wish that I could find out what the hell is going on, and I know that you said there is no Demon… But something keeps telling me you're wrong about that…."
"You're hoping for an easy answer baby, I understand that…."
"I just hate seeing him like this…."
"He hates it even more than you do, you can trust me on that one…"
"I guess I just, you know if this was caused by a demon I would have something to fight, something to kill… something to seek revenge on, but if it's not…. And its just him, just something that happened that I have no control over, and I can't fight it…. Then I'm helpless…."
"We are all helpless sometimes Sam, it's part of being human…. Now why don't you yourself try to get some rest…. We can work on this more later, you know your boys are always welcome to stay here as long as you need."
"Thanks…." Sam rolled his neck a little to the side and listened to the pop ring through his ears, admitting to himself but of course, not out loud, that he was more than a little exhausted, even the sleep he had managed to get in the car was restless….
- When Sam awoke he found himself surrounded by darkness and frowned looking at his watch, he had been asleep nearly 7 hours and it was now 2 a.m. … He should not have slept that long, he should be out there, sitting there watching over his brother, the same thing he knew Dean would be doing if the situation had been reversed….
Throwing off the old red and black quit that Missouri had obviously come in and covered him with he rose from the small bed of what he assumed to be the guest room and headed out into the living room, giving his eyes a few minutes to adjust to the darkness….
With a yawn he looked over to the couch and his heart seized to beat as he found it empty…. In a panic he began to search the small house without so much of a sign of his brother, he was gone… he couldn't be gone, not even in the state he was in could Sam believe that he would just get up and wonder off….
With every empty room, his heart grew more and more heavy…. "Where the hell did you go?" He whispered heading toward the front door, not thinking twice about how cold it was going to be out there or taking the time to find himself a jacket….
He only had one thought in his head, and it wasn't of himself.
Stepping out on to the front porch he took a deep breath before jogging down the steps…. He had to find him, he had to…
Breathing out a sigh of relief almost immediately Sam let a half smile come to his face…. He should have figured as much….
At the end of the side walk, there it was shinning underneath the silver light of the moon, his bothers form placed fittingly in the front seat… Bobby must have dropped it off only an hour or so after Sam had fallen asleep….
He made his way slowly down the grass toward where the Impala sat going around to the drivers side and looking in at his brothers form through the foggy window, before opening the door and leaning down a little.
Dean sat face forward in the front seat hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles and the flesh of his fingers were white his body tense as his eyes were fixed on the windshield. "You scared me for a minute there." the silence of the night surrounding the two of them caused those few words to come out in a much louder whisper then they were meant to.
"You need to try to get some rest, your car is going to be here in the morning I promise…." He continued about two minutes later placing a hand on Dean's which was still clutching to the wheel… "Come on…."
This was the first sign of hope that Sam had to hold on to since he arrived to find his brother in his current condition days earlier, and it was not much, that was sure, but at least it was something…. Grasping Dean's shoulder he gently attempted to pull him from the car and was mildly surprised when he found his tug met with resistance….
"Come on…" He cleared his throat with another pull, watching as the grip on the wheel tightened even more so, if that was even possible, "Dean. Now I know you can understand me, get out of the car…"
Nothing.
"No one is going to take it away from you alright…" He had to lean in a little to pry the fingers from the leather wheel slipping his hand into them, a task that seemed a lot easier than it truly was…. "Come on Damn-it…" He grunted loudly and with a hard tug his brothers body was released from the car and in his grasp.
He closed the door quickly and then looked at his brother who was now watching him with fire in his eyes, masking the confusion…. And it made Sam's spine tingle cold. "You understand me don't you….." He whispered placing a hand on his shoulder as he now leaned against the car, head tilted down.
Nothing.
"What the hell is going on with you?" Sam watched as Dean's hand began twitching again and he brought his other hand to stop it. "I can't do this on my own Dean"
Nothing.
"Damn-it!" He growled, he was fighting so hard, so hard to understand what was going on, to understand the pain that Missouri had spoken of, the fear she had warned about, but he was receiving nothing in return…. Nothing at all… This man, this face, this body looked like his brother, but he was empty. Empty of everything, and so confused. And the more Sam fought to understand, the less he did.
"look at me!" He growled through gritted teeth moving his hand from Dean's shoulder to his chin forcing his face up, "I said look at me…." He could feel his own flesh shaking and he knew he was losing his cool, but he couldn't help it…. He couldn't stop it, he had no control over it…. His nostrils flared as he studied his brothers face his lip curling a little. "You're afraid…. Something happened…. I get that…. But I'm still here Dean I still need you. You are the only one who can bring him back… Whatever happened you are the only one who can right this situation….. You have the answers."
Nothing… Dean's eyes stayed forward looking at his brothers face skin cold to the touch, and Sam knew he must have been out here for quite a few hours, just sitting out here, in that seat, just sitting…..
"Where is dad Dean?"
Dean's eyes closed.
"Where is dad Dean?"
He could feel the silent man's flesh tremble now from his had to his toes…
"WHERE IS DAD DEAN?" He didn't know if he was going to break further or snap from whatever the hell catatonia he had forced himself into, but either way something had to happen… something had to be done, answers needed to come.
Sam felt his eyes beginning to build with water as he swallowed his brothers eyes opening to reveal glassy red orbs using his strength he shoved Sam backwards and slowly slid to his knees there in the parking lot feeling the metal of his car… their father's car behind his head he buckled banging his head back into it only once….. Hard as he dropped his face into his hands and started to claw at it just as he had in the hospital…. Only this time with more strength, more force his nails sharp and harsh against his own flesh. Trying to stop the tears or maybe trying to make them come faster as if crying, really crying was going to correct the situation.
Sam scrambled to his feet and came back to his brother sliding down next to him and prying his hands from his face forcefully, to angered to cry himself… to afraid of how shattered Dean really seemed to be as he felt him fighting to free himself…
"He's Dead…." Sam's voice shook, he knew that now, "He's dead, and you saw what killed him….." He forced his brothers body into his, into a hug, even though he knew that it was something Dean, had he been in his right frame of mind, would never approve of or even allow.
The two of them sat there, the rest of the world asleep, until the sun rose… and long after…
There is always one chapter in my stories that I am unsure of, and for this story this had to be it, I am not happy with the turn out of it, but then again its not really up to me now is it? I hope you guys at least enjoyed it a little, and remember I want to know what you really think…. The good, The bad, and the ugly.
