Death's a' Knockin
A/N: Ok, I am sooooooo sorry for not updating sooner! I went out of town and the place I stayed at had NO Internet! It sucked! So here's the next chapter! Hope the wait was worth it! It's a semi-reunion! :D This chapter switches between 2 major point of views. One is Sam's POV, but he is reliving the attack; his current thoughts through the memory—the thoughts that he is thinking since he can't move his body —will be the italics. (: The other is Dean's POV. Enjoy!
Sam couldn't move any part of his being. However, it was moving for him. He was in an alley, his body was walking, his hand around a bag of rock salt. The hunt. His mind recoiled as he realized he was back in that alley…the alley where some of his friends had died, the alley where he had almost died.
The fear pumped through his veins. I don't want to go back there. No, no, no, no, no. Not again! Please Lord not again! Sam tried to turn and flee, but he had no control over his body. Had he been in control, his body would be shaking with the terror that resided in his mind.
His being moved forward, silently, the way he had been trained to do since he was little. Part of him wanted Dean to be there. Dean isn't there idiot. He and dad don't care anymore. Hell, when they get here they'll treat me like a witness, nothing more. They don't care about me anymore! He couldn't believe he was yelling at his own mental state.
His body reached an old spot in the alley; a dumpster and a mattress rested next to each other; trash littered the floor. A callous laugh sounded from behind him. Don't turn around! Do not turn around! Unfortunately, his body turned and that's when his mind exploded with pain. That's when both his mind and his body started screaming.
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Dean paced outside of Sam's hospital room with his hand on his face, the other dangerously close to punching the wall. "Boy, if you don't stop moving you're gonna drop dead of exhaustion." Dean glared at Bobby.
"Bobby, I've called him three times! Where the hell is he?" Bobby glanced down at his watch, and that's when Dean couldn't contain his anger any more. "The doctor calls and we book it down here, and suddenly he won't even call me back! What the hell Bobby! He's being such a jackass! Sam is in there suffering from God knows what, and Dad won't even show!" He threw his hands up in the air.
"Dean, you're dad…He's just confused. He's worried. That's all." They both knew it was a lie though. John was probably more interested in the hunt that was here than his own sons well being.
"I shouldn't have let him leave Bobby. This is my fault." Dean glanced down.
"Dean, don't say that. You know that Sam wasn't focused enough on the hunt. He would've gotten himself killed before now—"
"That's exactly why I never asked him to stay Bobby! I wanted to, so badly Bobby…I knew if I did he might have stayed out of some…twisted loyalty to me. That's why I was silent. That's why I let him think I hated him for leaving just as much as he thinks Dad does." Bobby let out a sign.
"You're whole family's a group of idjits. I cannot believe how both you and your brother blame yourselves for everything that goes wrong in your each other's lives! What happened to Sam, it aint your fault boy. Sam chose to go on this hunt. This…what ever it is…killed some of Sam's friends, so he tried to take it out. Not your fault—"
That's when they heard it. The scream pierced their ears and panic ensued from there. All Dean could think about was getting into that room and to Sam. He threw the door open and ran to Sam's side.
His heart froze as he saw Sam, thrashing in pain, his scream echoing through the room. The doctors came running into the room, pushing Dean away from Sam. "We have to stop the thrashing! He could re-open the sutures." Dean watched as the doctor and nurses gripped his brother, his baby brother, to stop Sam's jerking frame.
Dean knew what to do. He pushed past the nurses and the orderlies trying to keep Sam from hurting himself and knelt by his little brother's side. "Sam." The thrashing didn't stop. "Sam! It's Dean. I'm here. Please, I know you must be in pain, but please stop thrashing. You're only hurting yourself more." Sam appeared to calm down a bit, but his body continued to jolt. "SAM!" Dean shook his unconscious brother. "Come on Sammy, I know you can hear me!" Sam seemed to still, his body still quivering.
"De…n?" Sam mumbled. The doctors were staring at Dean as if he were a miracle worker. Bobby stood in the doorway, a half smile on his face.
"Mr. Winchester, I think it might be best for the patient if you were to stay in here with him." The doctor whispered.
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The pain in Sam's head faded, but the pain radiating in his body remained. "What the hell?" He voiced, still trapped within his own body.
"Well, if widdle Sammy Winchester decided to come out in play. I was wondering when you would show up." Not. Again!
"You…you're not a ghost?" Sam was forced to ask. All he wanted to do was control his body, not relive this horrid experience.
"Aw, honey, you seriously bought that?" Her eyes flashed black. Demon! Exorcise her!
"You're a demon? But…all the signs pointed to a—a—a"
"A ghost? Yeah, kinda the whole point. Make you come unprepared." The meat suit the demon was wearing—a young petite blonde—gave him an alluring smile, and Sam just rolled his eyes. I give up. With that, Sam new he couldn't fight any more, it was too exhausting. His mind couldn't take it anymore. It was time to deal. Sam felt as if he could hear Dean's voice around him, telling him to stop fighting. It was time for him to trust his brother, just as he had his whole childhood. "You see Sam, we couldn't let you get out that easily. Hunters don't leave because they want to, they leave because they die. It's the natural order. My job, is to reset the natural order. I'm happy to oblige." She gave Sam a grin, one that he remembered, one that he feared, it was the look he had seen before he had died.
"Go back to hell, bitch." Sam groaned, blood spurting from his mouth. He tried to stand, but his leg gave out underneath his body. Not again...
"Oh, Sammy," she narrowed her eyes, "I've already been there." The pain that assaulted his stomach made him gag. Blood and saliva dripped from his mouth.
"You hurt me, Dean will hunt you down and kill you." He growled, his current mind frame recalling the exorcism perfectly, but at the time, he hadn't been able to recall it to save his life. Coincidentally, it did cost him his life.
"Oh, baby. Dean could give a rats ass about you." At those words, Sam's heart froze. This was why he couldn't relive this memory. This was why he couldn't do it again! No, nonononononononononono!
A/N: Ok, sooo this chapter...not really good. Sorry. Please review though! I love constructive criticism! Any idea's or thoughts you have for the story, feel free to share! I love feedback, and you all have been such a great audience! I can't wait for the next chapter! The OFFICIAL reunion should happen within the next chapter or 2. Don't worry, some...feathery friends will be making a...small scaled appearance in the next chapter. Thanks for staying with this not so good story! 3 yall! Also, please read and review my one-shot called "Hidden Behind the Veil." It focuses on Gabriel. I think yall might like it!(:
Review Responses:
sammynanci: Thanks so much for your review! It meant a lot! I figured that since Sam was the YED favorite, if Sam were in immediate danger...Azazel might just have to swoop in and save the day. (:
Jessica: Thanks for the review! it meant a lot! :D So yeah, John hasn't been making a major appearence in the last couple of chapters. He knows something is going on...(: This is also what makes John start the hunt for YED again. This is where his first trail is found. (:
Doctor13: Thanks for sticking with me for so long! You're awesome! Also, thanks for the compliment! It really made my day!(: