Author's notes: What can I say? I'm not very good at keeping a schedule! But this chapter is much longer then usual so I hope it will help you guys forgive me.
Quick recap: Sam and Jesse arrived to an empty room and start to looks for clues to their sibling's whereabouts. In the meantime, Dean wakes up tied to a bed and a very groggy Amy by his side who quickly lose consciousness again.
Haunted
Chapter Four
"I have enough of this crap! What do you want from us? Why did you drug us?" Screamed a now desperate Dean. He didn't manage to free himself yet; Amy hasn't regain consciousness and about an hour as passed since he regain consciousness himself. About because he cannot look properly at his watch with these restrains things!
Suddenly he can see Amy starting to stir from the corner of his eye. Speaking of her.
Trying as best as being as reassuring as he can, Dean calmly talks to his waking friend.
"Are you fully back with me this time Amy?"
"I think so. What you mean this time?" Asked a still very confused young lady. Then after a good look around, she ask turning to Dean. "Where the hell are we?"
"That's a very good question. Looks like the basement but I'm not sure how we got here from the second floor trap door!"
"Oh yeah, the draft behind the huge bookcase, I remember now." Slowly spoke Amy while trying to sit on her bed.
Dean doesn't realize that Amy is not strapped on her bed. Reassured that Amy is okay, he's trying to look around the room another time now that he's less stressed about his new friend's health condition.
But the young lady start to see why their captor decide not to tie her down, that painful wound on her stomach will probably slow her if she try to escape. He stabbed her? Looks like it. Oh yeah feels like it! Ouch! What the hell? Though Amy while trying to get a better look at her new found wound.
"Amy, are you strapped to your bed like me?" Suddenly ask Dean, who decide to look her way the moment she fell back on her bed. My strength is draining very quickly. I should try to free Dean before I loose consciousness again. Decide a now motivated Amy.
"No, doesn't look like it. Give me a moment and I'm gonna free you." Tries to reassure Amy through a not too tremble voice, at least she hope.
"Okay, I'm not going anywhere." Answer back Dean, trying a little humor.
Realizing that the knife who stabbed her must have hit a rib or two, Amy caught her left side and tries to push herself from her bed without wincing. She doesn't want to catch Dean's attention. She wants to hide her injury as long as possible so that he can concentrate on their escape instead of her wellbeing. But it hurts like hell! I know but you can do it Amy! Come on girl. Tells herself the young lady on her way to a table near Dean's bed where she spotted a sharp object to cut through his restrains.
From his bed, Dean sees that Amy seems to be struggling for every simple task she has to do, so very worried suddenly he ask her: "Are you okay Amy?"
"Of course I am! Why you're asking?" Amy tries to answer as much nonchalantly as she possibly can.
"Oh I don't know. Maybe because you had all the difficulties in the world to come down your bed. Or maybe because you don't let go of your left side to pick up stuffs. That kind of thing." Simply answer Dean while trying to get a better look at her. But she seems to feel his new found interest in her because she passes at places he cannot see very well.
"I'm telling you, I'm fine. Leave it."
"That my line usually."
"What?"
"Yeah, I always answer my younger brother that "I'm fine", even when I'm about to collapse. Witch I'm afraid that's what you gonna do the moment you free me!" Reply Dean, now getting a better look at the young lady.
"Nonsense. Must be the drug still in my system that gives you that idea." Lies Amy, now just beside Dean left arm starting to cut through the restrain with the broken bottle she found earlier.
"I'm sure it's just that." Dean decides not to fight her, he let her win this one but wait when he's free, he will take a better look at her and she won't be able to stop him.
With almost no strength left, Amy manages to finally free Dean left arm. Not waiting for her to go on his right side, Dean gently takes the piece of glass from her hand and quickly cut through the tissue that was holding his right arm. Thanking God his feet wasn't tied also, Dean quickly jump off his bed, just in time to catch Amy who was starting to fall down not able to stay up anymore.
"Whoa! I got you! I got you!" Reassured Dean while catching Amy from behind and gently lower her down on the floor. He then whispered slowly and gently into his young friend ear.
"What happen? Are you hurt?"
"My…left…side…stabbed…." Answer just above a whisper Amy, on the verge of losing the little consciousness that she have left.
"Stabbed?" Dean cannot cut the fear from his voice. He then tries to calm himself. Amy need you right now, keep your cool. Find the wound, maybe it's not as bad as its sound.
Gently taking her right arm in his, he now has a first look at her wound. Well not really, there too much blood right now. Okay, I must move her from this dusty and uncomfortable floor.
"Okay Amy, here what we gonna do. I'm gonna take you in my arms and carry you back to your bed okay?" Dean tried to keep his voice as reassuring as he can under the circumstances.
Trying to look at him in the eyes, very hard to do with all this fog in her vision, Amy whispers her approbation with a hint of apprehension.
"I don't…. really have a…. choice…. do I?"
"I'm afraid not. I'm gonna be as gentle as I can okay?"
"Okay….Let's ….do…it." Answers Amy in a voice so low that Dean has to lean on her more closely to hear her last word. Her head fell back in the crook of his arm, now becoming too heavy.
Taking that as his cue, Dean slowly and carefully gathers his precious cargo in his arms and lift her from the floor in a swift movement. Then quickly but carefully not to bump into anything on his way, he walks to her bed and put her down gently.
"Okay, one step down, now here's the hard part: the inspection of the wound." Exclaims Dean, not ready for that step himself. He doesn't mind when he's the one hurt but when it's someone else, he doesn't really like it. He knows that part gonna be very painful for Amy.
Amy knows it too because her arm is back on her side, protecting it. It's a natural reaction in face of the pain, she cannot help herself. God! Is the knife that stabs her still in the wound? It hurt so much, she's barely hanging on. I hope I loose consciousness before Dean starts his inspection. Hello oblivion, here I come!
Like he senses her line of thinking, Dean suddenly exclaim: "You have to stay with me Amy. I have to know where it hurt the most. I'm just hoping you don't have broken ribs on top of the cut."
"I'm trying….. I really… am"
"I know you are, you're doing a great job." Reassured Dean while cleaning the wound with the miraculously clean cloth he found and a tab who deliver fresh water.
"The wound doesn't seem too deep. I guess that's a good thing. And it didn't touch an artery, a very good thing!" Dean let go of the breath he didn't realize he was holding. At least Amy won't bleed out on him.
"I'm gonna try to feel your ribs to see if they are broken or only bruised okay?" Ask Dean, knowing very well that it must be difficult for Amy to let a guy touch her like this.
"Okay…I don't think… there broken though." Answers Amy while trying not to jump at the cold hand moving on her side.
Very slowly, trying not to startle her, Dean gently passes his hand on her left side, over her ribs. He tried not to curse out loud when he felt a crack on two of them. Dammit! This guy didn't go slowly on her! And while she was unconscious! I hope he didn't do nothing else because I'm gonna send his miserable spirit back to hell twice!
"So…what's the … verdict … Doc?" Tried to ask lightly Amy.
"I'm afraid two of them are crack if not broken, I cannot be sure." Reply Dean, not trying to hide his desperation.
"But I'm gonna stitch the cut and then wrap your ribs so that they won't be able to move too much." Decided Dean while searching around for tools to stitch Amy's wound. If this bastard is using this room for his experiences maybe he left his stitching kit hanging around. We never know!
"O…kay…" Left out Amy before finally letting go to the last of her strength. I just hope Jesse is okay out there without me. That was the last though that went through Amy's mind.
To be continued
Author's notes (again): Sorry for the fans of Sam out there (and maybe, just maybe Jesse's) that didn't get the chance to see their favorite character in action. But they gonna be back in the next chapter, I promise.
