Flick of the Switch Ch. 4

Disclaimer: I don't own the Winchesters and I am making no profit from this story.

Author's Note: For those of you who haven't read Visions of Terror, Visions of Pain, Donovan Michaels is a hunter's doctor that John met while serving in Vietnam.

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Previously: "We gotta get you some medical help kiddo before these things get much worse" John whispered as he ran his hands through his hair. Pulling out his phone, he made a call to the one person he knew would help without questioning Sammy's injuries.

John waited patiently for the phone to be answered as he kept a close eye on his youngest son who still lay unconscious on the bed. After he had laid Sammy down on the bed earlier, he had taken the time to dry him off before dressing him in the sweats that Dean had pulled out for him. He had had to slit the right leg of the sweat pants to get them up over the splint that now adorned Sammy's right leg. He cursed as he remembered the helpless feeling that had assaulted him at not being able to keep the latest injury from happening. He made a vow to himself as well as to Sammy as he waited for the line to be picked up on the other end. "Some son of a bitch is going to pay for this kiddo I swear it on your mother's grave."

"Pay for what John?" asked the man on the other end recognizing the voice of John Winchester Immediately.

"For hurting my youngest. Donny, I need your help." John replied thankful that the man had finally picked up the phone.

Donny immediately remembered John's youngest child Sammy. The kid had been brought to him a while back when he had suffered an intracerebral brain hemorrhage, one that was brought on by a particularly nasty demon. "You know I'm here to help in any way that I can, how bad is he hurt John?"

"Right now he's got a shoulder wound from being stabbed with a knife and his right leg has been broken, but there's no telling what else he'll be suffering from by the time we can get him to you.

"What they hell do you mean by that?" Donovan questioned astonished by the words that John had said.

"He's being attacked through his vision's Donovan. Whatever he witnesses in the visions is happening to him too. I'm hoping that one of your protective rooms can keep him safe and alive until we find that bastard that is doing this to him. I'll start packing now. We'll be there as soon as we can" John told the man before hanging up the phone. John grabbed Sammy's duffle and began to pack his clothing as he thought about the friend that would be helping them soon.

Donovan was a medic that he had met while serving in Vietnam while in the Marine Corp. The man had been one hell of a medic and saved many lives while serving his tour of duty. On return to the United States, he had opened up a clinic in the peaceful town of Minot, North Dakota. This clinic wasn't just a normal clinic however, it had a special wing that was kept just for treating hunters. Donovan Michaels had learned about hunting when John had been injured pretty bad on a hunt and required his special skills. When Donny had questioned him about how he had gotten hurt, John refused to lie to the man he considered a special friend. As he healed at the clinic, he informed the doctor about the hunting life and how he had been thrust into it by the death of his wife. Donovan had been so moved by the things John had told him that he had a new wing built onto the hospital, a wing for hunters that contained protective wards and sigils. A Devil's trap had been painted at the entrance to the wing to keep demons out and protective sigils had been carved into the walls and the trees of the property. That wasn't the only places that held the protective symbols however. The rooms in the hunters wing were designed especially for hunters with medical problems. The beds had dream catchers placed on the wall above the headboard and protective sigils had been carved into the headboard of the bed that was surrounded by an unbroken circle of salt held in place by a groove cut into the floor and lined with cement glue. Sammy would be as safe as possible there and would be able to get immediate medical help for any more injuries that arose.

John was packing the last of Sammy's jeans when he heard the rumble of the Impala outside the room. He was just tucking the last pair into the duffle bag when Dean opened up the door.

"Hey Dad, I got us some grilled chicken with…why are you…shit, what the hell happened?" Dean questioned as he saw his baby brother lying on the bed either asleep or unconscious with his right leg splinted and one hell of a nasty bruise covering a good portion of the lower leg.

"He had another damn vision while he was taking a bath. I had to kick the door in to get to him before he could drown in the tub. When I got to him, I don't know what happened in the vision since he hasn't woken up yet" John answered.

"Son of a bitch, why can't he have a moment's peace?" Dean growled as he sat beside Sammy and ran his hand through his long hair. He was upset with himself for not being there when it happened even though he knew he couldn't have stopped it anyway. "I'm so sorry kiddo" he whispered just as he felt Sammy shifting slightly on the bed.

"Dad, I think he's waking up" Dean informed his father just before Sammy moaned out in pain. "Sammy, can you hear me?"

"De-an?" Sam questioned as he opened his eyes which revealed the depths of pain he was in through the moisture in his expressive eyes.

"Yeah, it's me Sam, I'm right here." Dean stated as he kept running his fingers soothingly through Sam's hair.

"My l-leg h-hurts" Sam groaned as he reached down toward his leg to try and rub out the pain that was spiking in his leg.

Dean grabbed his hand before it could get close and cause even more pain. "You don't want to do that tiger, your leg's broken" Dean informed Sam as he saw John pull out his medical kit. He saw his dad withdraw a syringe and a vial and knew that John was about to give Sammy something that would knock out the pain. "Dad's gonna give you something to help with the pain, just relax."

John swabbed an area on Sam's arm and quickly injected a dose of morphine to take the edge off of the pain so Sam would be more comfortable to make the upcoming trip to Donovan's place. The medicine worked quickly and Sam relaxed into a medicated sleep free of the pain lines that had been on his face earlier. He was about to tell Dean his plans when he heard Dean's cell phone ringing.

"It's Bobby" Dean informed his father before taking the call. "Hey Bobby, any news?" Dean questioned of the older hunter as he answered the phone.

"You aint gonna like it boy. We got ourselves a major problem" Bobby said in answer to Dean's question.

Dean glanced up at his dad once more with fear in his eyes after having heard Bobby's words. "What do you mean Bobby, what have you found out?"

"It's a demon attacking Sammy through his visions and a mighty bad one at that. The bastard's name is Ahriman and he is considered to be the first personification of the devil himself" Bobby answered.

"That's just f*cking great" Dean yelled out in anger as he threw his phone down on the bed and put his hands to his head. They really didn't need this shit.

John could hear Bobby calling out and asking Dean if he was still there so he picked up Dean's phone so that his oldest could have some time to compose himself. "Hey Bobby, it's John"

"Is Ace okay?" Bobby questioned using a favored nickname for Dean.

"He'll be okay, he just needs a little time to process the information you just told him. So what have you found out?" John asked needing to know himself.

"It ain't good John. Have you ever heard of a demon named Ahriman?"

Isn't he supposed to be some kind of major league destructive spirit? John asked trying to remember the name.

"Yeah he is, the bastard is actually believed to have introduced death into the world. As I was telling Dean, Ahriman is considered to be the first personification of the devil himself" Bobby informed John to fill him on the information he had gathered.

"Damn, and I didn't think things could get much worse than what they were now" John said as he scrubbed his hand along his beard. "Why the hell do things always have to come after Sammy?"

"I wish I could answer that for ya John, but for right know, all I know is you guys are gonna need some help. I'm headed your way now and I'm going to pick up Joshua and Caleb along the way. Things could get pretty ugly." Bobby said.

"Uh Bobby, we might have a problem with that. Joshua and Caleb don't really know about Sammy's visions, we've always attributed things that happened to Sammy's nightmares. What if…?" John trailed off not wanting to think about what could possibly happen if the other hunters found out his boy was one of the psychic children.

"John, there ain't no damned way those two are going to turn on your boys. Hell, Sammy has had them wrapped around his little finger since he was a toddler ya damned idjit. Believe me when I say they aren't those hunters who see things only in black and white. Finding out about Sammy's visions will only make them that much more protective of the kid."

"I sure hope you're right Bobby" John said knowing that he would do whatever it took to protect his youngest, even if it meant having to kill his friends. Sammy would always come first.

"I'll break the news to them along the way John, and if I'm wrong and things go south when they find out about Sammy, the nI'll do my best to keep them away from the kid."

"Thanks Bobby, for everything you're doing. Oh and by the way, were headed to Minot, North Dakota to Donovan's place, you can meet us there." John stated before hanging up Dean's phone. He looked over to see that Dean was now packing his own duffle bag. "You okay son?" John questioned since Dean's back was to him and he couldn't see his face.

"No, and I won't be until I know Sammy's safe" Dean replied honestly as he turned back around to face his father. "At least at Donovan's place he can get immediate medical attention when those damned visions hit."

"That's one of the main reason's I am taking him there" John replied. "Dean, things could get really ugly from here on out son. You need to prepare yourself for the fight ahead. With this demon we are going up against, things could get a whole hell of a lot worse for Sammy before they get better.

"That's what I'm afraid of" Dean replied as he glanced over at his younger brother. He thought about how unfair it was that trouble always seemed to gravitate towards Sammy. The kid would never be able to have a normal life with all the evil out there that attracted to him like a magnet. Knowing this made Dean's resolve that much stronger. "I'll be ready for the fight ahead, you can count on it."

TBC