Hey everybody!
Hey guess what I'm not a doctor so this is mostly what I know from all of my psychology courses to hang tight.
Far from over people!
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Dean saw a wheelchair in the corner of the room and ran over to get it and then helped Bobby put Sam into it and they bolted with Sam in the wheelchair. Neither Bobby nor Dean even looked back on their way out; they just kept running and running to get Sammy out safe and sound. Dean loaded Sam into the back and let him lay curled up with his head on his lap. Bobby put the pedal to the metal and got them to his house in record time. When they got back to Bobby's they were able to uncurl Sam enough to get him sort-of walking and into the house on the living room couch, once they set him down he curled up into a ball and started rocking.
"What the hell do we do now Bobby?" Dean asked, fresh out of answers
"Well for starters we need to get him cleaned up, maybe then he will lie flat and start talking to us." Bobby suggested
On that note Dean went and got a bowl full of warm water and a wash cloth.
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Dean returned holding a bowl of warm water and a washcloth. Bobby had managed to get Sam to lie flat but he refused to open his eyes, Sam was still muttering no as a whisper and his hands were balled into fists.
"Has he said anything to you other than no?" Dean asked
"Not a word but we also don't know how long he was pinned up against the wall and what Dr. Bonnie told him." Bobby said
"True." Dean said wringing out the wash cloth and handing it to Bobby
Bobby started with Sam's ears; he gently put the wash cloth against Sam's ears and traced the line of now dry blood down Sam's neck. He passed the now bloody wash cloth to Dean and he cleaned it off before returning it to Bobby. Bobby then went to work on the dried blood coming from Sam's nose, he was able to get most of it off but most of it was caked to his hospital issue shirt. He then gave the wash cloth back to Dean and he started the process over again but on Sam's eyes this time. Once they had gotten all the blood off that they could they worked on getting Sam into some more comfortable clothing, it took them a while but they managed to get Sam dressed in sweatpants and a v neck. They covered him with a blanket and went into the kitchen.
"I know neither of us has gone for classes on dealing with this sort of thing; but what the hell are we supposed to do for him. It's not like we can just leave him like this and hope for the best." Dean said
"Well that would be why they created the internet. I know it's not the most reliable source but try WebMD." Bobby suggested
Dean brought his laptop into the living room so he could watch Sam and Bobby was now working on getting whatever he could off of his desktop. Bobby started printing things off and then with a highlighter he went through and highlighted all of the important stuff and took it over to Dean.
"Okay Dean from what I've been reading we need to ground him. What I mean by that is we need to get him out of his head and into the real world. We can do this by providing him with different sensory sensations. While we're doing that we also need to constantly be talking to him." Bobby said
"What exactly do we need?" Dean asked
"Lucky for you I have got all that at the house. We are going to need a warm bucket of water to put his feet in, something sharp but not sharp enough to cut him, so the pasta cutter will do, for smell I was going to burn some incense, for sound we are going to use our voices and for taste ill give him a mint. As for sight that will be the big test if we can get him to open his eyes." Bobby said
Bobby and Dean went off and gathered all of the things they were going to need and then met back up in front of Sam.
"So what do we start with?" Dean asked
"The warm water, then the incense, then the pasta cutter on his hands, then the mint and then we start talking to him." Bobby said
So Dean and Bobby started the process and got everything going and were hoping for some results to get Sam back.
About an hour later they were finally getting somewhere when Sam blinked a few times and then started to move his hands.
"Sammy?" Dean asked
Tears started rolling down Sam's face and then Dean went forward and enveloped Sam in a hug to try and calm him down. Dean pulled away and looked at Sam with a warm smile on his face.
"Thank god Sammy." Dean said
But Sam didn't hear anything of what Dean had said... in fact he wasn't able to hear since the demon had pinned him against the wall and he started bleeding. Sam started to motion to his ears and that got Bobby's attention.
"I can't hear anything." Sam said more tears running down his face
Bobby came back with a whiteboard and some markers. Bobby handed it to Dean and Dean started scribbling something down on the whiteboard.
"Thank god you're okay Sammy." The whiteboard read
"Are you and Bobby okay?" Sam asked
"Were okay. Just glad that we got to you in time, that demon could have killed you." Dean wrote
"I'm sorry for everything Dean. Had I not gone to that hospital none of this would have happened." Sam said
"Sammy that place was the best place for you at the time. You went and got help and for that I am forever grateful. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn't." Dean wrote