Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, Sam and Dean would never be allowed to wear shirts
Dean is 21, almost 22. Sam is 17. (NOT WINCEST!!!)
Okay, I'm reminding you guys and myself... SAM IS SEVENTEEN!! As I'm writing this, I'm noticing that I'm picturing him as like a 12-14 year old, which is wrong. He is SEVENTEEN! If you guys are also picturing Sam younger, Try to keep in mind he's almost an adult XD It makes the writing more powerful in my opinion ;)
This chapter... was so-so as far as writing quality. Unfortunately, the next part (few chapters) is gonna be a little awkward as I get into it again. I have it planned out but... it's just not coming out naturally :P
Now, enough of my ranting...
Enjoy chapter seven!
Sam lay curled on the bed, terror gripping his heart with an iron fist. There was people... everywhere! Sam could practically hear their accusations, their hate towards him.
He has no idea how long it's been since he last saw Dean. Last he saw him, he was tied to a chair, bloody. Sam's chest clenched hard, restricting his breathing and making it painful. He wanted his brother so badly! Sam was certain Dean wouldn't judge him for what he had done. Dean never did. Now more than ever, Sam yearned to hear his brother's comforting words.
Sam stiffened as the door to his room crept open. Sam hid his face, sure that it was another doctor, here to torment him.
"Your name Sam?"
Sam frowned. That did not sound like a doctor. Sam looked up hesitantly and saw a boy standing there. One of the sons of the man the demon was possessing.
His eyes were red and his face flushed. He was glaring at Sam with unadulterated hatred. Sam flinched at the look and turned his head from it so he could the gaze.
The boy walked up to Sam and roughly grabbed his shoulder. "Hey! Look at me!" The boy frowned when Sam whimpered at the touch and the command. Slowly, the tall, seventeen-year-old flipped himself back over to look at the boy, following the seven-year-old's orders.
The boy took a step back, unnerved by the fearful and childish almost-adult person. "You killed my dad..." the boy squeaked out, tears starting to run down his face. "You killed my dad!" he said louder. "And I hope you die too! That other guy you were with is already dead, and now you...!" The boy's small rant tettered off as Sam eyes widened and the color drained from his face. "And..." The boy started to back out of the room, the older teen becoming too creepy for him to handle. "And now... you should just die too... you freak..."
The boy turned around to run and ran straight into a young nurse. "What are you doing in here?!" she scolded. She quickly ushered the boy out of the room and escorted him back to his own.
Sam lay limply on the bed, a new... emptiness consuming him. Dean's dead...? Gone? Alone? I'm alone? He's gone? Forever? Gone...?
When the nurse came back, the bed was empty. She frowned. "Sweetie?" She looked around the room and gasped when she walked around to the other side of the bed.
Sam was sitting on the floor, blankly looking up at her. He was gasping a bloody syringe, his wrists cut up and bloody...
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It wasn't long before Dean was ready. All he really did was, in secret, practice walking.
Now, two nights after he first saw Sam strapped to the bed, Dean had signed himself out AMA. Before visiting hours were over, Dean visited Sam. He spent twenty minutes, just staring at his brother, and thinking through his plan. "I'll get you out, Sammy," Dean whispered, before a nurse came by and told him that visiting hours were over.
It was nearly midnight now when Dean came back and snuck into the hospital. It wasn't that hard, actually. There were a dozen people in the emergency room, mostly children with sicknesses. All Dean did was sneak by the busy nurses.
He quickly made his way to the psych ward, careful to avoid being seen by the security cameras. Of course, the real trouble was going to come when he got to Sam's room, where there's was a security camera inside.
When he got to Sam's room, he looked and saw that he was sleeping fitfully. "Let's get outta here," he mumbled. He carefully opened door, cringing at the loud noise it made. He ran to Sam's side and cradled his head in his hands. "Sam!"
Sam's eyes swiveled to Dean's face. Dean cringed at the blankness he saw there, but felt a flicker of hope when Sam's blank expression turned to a look of confusion. "It's okay, Sammy..." Dean carefully undid all the restraints keeping Sam mobolized. "We're getting outta here..."
As soon as Sam's arm was free, he reached up and lightly touched Dean's lips. "De...?"
Dean grabbed Sam's hand in his own and smiled. "Yeah. It's me, Sammy."
Harsh sobs started to break through. Right before Dean's eyes, Sam started to break down. "Y-your... h-h-he-ere...?"
Tears welled in Dean's eyes as he leaned foward and rest his forehead against Sam's. "That's right, Sammy..." he said wetly. "I'm here."
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Dean helped Sam out of the hospital and was strapping him into the passenger seat of the Impala. He threw the security tapes he 'borrowed' into the back and went to close the passenger door when Sam flung his arms around Dean's neck. "P'ease don' leave..." he whimpered, his shaking coming back.
Dean gripped Sam's arms and tried to unwrap them but Sam had an iron grip. "Sammy, I'm not going anywhere... Just to the driver's seat."
Sam shook his head. "I-I won' do no more... Pr-romise... I-I'll be good..."
"Sam..." Dean carefully stroked his brother's hair, trying to calm him down. "We have to get out of here before the hospital personnel realize your gone."
"No! No... don' make me go back...!" Sam begged. "P'ease! I-I'll do whatever..." Sam let go of Dean and started to pull down his hospital pants.
Dean quickly grabbed Sam's hands and pulled them away from his pants. "No. Sam..."
Sam looked up at Dean confused. Then a slight flicker of realization shined threw. "N-not... a good way... to say... 'sorry'...?"
Dean smiled. "That's right."
Sam looked down at his hands, still confused. Dean took the moment to close the door and run to the other side. He hopped in and quickly drove out of the hospital parking lot and back to the motel.
Sam continued to look at his hands, as if someone replaced them with someone else's. "Dad..."
Dean glanced at Sam sadly. "We haven't found him yet, Sammy."
"He's..." Sam shook his head and grasped it tightly, lightly banging the sides of his head with his fists. "Pain... Why won' it go away...!"
"We're almost back at the motel," Dean said more to himself than Sam. "We're almost back..."
Ten minutes later, Dean pulled up in front of their room and quicky jumped out and ran to the other side. He unbuckled Sam and helped him out of the car.
"Leg hurts..." Sam whimpered.
"I know, Sam, I know..." Dean put Sam's arm over his shoulders and helped Sam into the motel room.
Sam was putting almost no weight on his twisted leg, his face twisting in pain everytime it hit something. "Demon... did... something..."
Dean helped Sam onto the bed. "Can I look at it, Sam?"
Sam nodded. "Punishment..."
"No, no, no, Sam..." Dean placed a hand on Sam's cheek. "I'm not gonna punish you."
Sam started to cry. All of this was becoming to much for him. He just didn't know what to think anymore.
Dean carefully wiped Sam's tears away with the pads of his thumbs. "You're alright now..."
Sam shook his head. "He's... here..."
Dean sighed. "Why don't you go to sleep now?"
Sam shook his head more adamantly. "P'ease..."
"Sam, sleep."
Sam flinched at the order but quickly closed his eyes and fell deep into his own mind.
Dean bent forward and kissed Sam on the top of his head, before carefully pulling Sam's pants down and checking on his leg.
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"You came here alone?" the cloaked figure said.
Sam looked up fearfully, cowering away from it. "Y-y-yes..." he stammered out.
The figure chuckled. "How noble! You didn't want your family to be hurt, so you came to sacrifice yourself! Oh, that's just too sweet!"
Sam swallowed hard before sitting up straight and trying to put on a brave face. "L-let them go..."
The figure smiled. "You mean them?"
He pointed to the opposite corner of the room, where John was unconscious and in chains and Dean was pulling furiously on his. "Don't you even think about it, Sammy!"
Sam nodded. "Please..."
The figure stepped closer to Sam. "And what will you give me in return?"
Sam started to shake. "A-anyth-thing..."
"Really...?" The figure stuck his foot in Sam's groin and started to wiggle it around, making Sam involuntarily moan.
"Stop it, you sonovabitch!" Dean growled.
The figure laughed as he pulled his foot away and Sam curled in on himself, shaking even harder than before. "You sure about this?" the figure asked with mock seriousness. "I mean, I could just kill them and you could go free..."
"No!" Sam slowly uncurled his shaking body. "I-I'll do... anyth-thing..."
The figure smiled, the twisted gesture one of victory. "Good."
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"Sammy, wake up!" Dean urged.
Sam was moaning and twisting in his bed, his eyes screwed shut and tear leaking out of them. Dean was holding Sam's head in his hands, trying to get his brother to wake up.
"C'mon, Sam, show me those pale green eyes of yours..."
Sam suddenly woke with a gasp. His glassy eyes immediately focused on Dean and Sam flung his arms up and wrapped them around his brother.
"Oof! Sam..." Dean wrapped his arms around Sam and rubbed his back comfortingly. "You okay, buddy?"
Sam nodded. "Jus a nightmare..."
Dean frowned. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
Sam shook his head. "Jus a nightmare."
Dean placed a hand on the back of Sam's head. "You're shaking, buddy. You sure you don't wanna talk about it?"
Sam started to cry. "J-jus a n-nightm-mare..."
Dean nodded in agreement. "But a scary one at that, I'm betting."
Reluctantly, Sam pulled away from Dean's embrace. "W-where's Dad...?" he cried. "Dad's not here... where is he!?"
Dean continued to rub Sam's back while keep his own tears at bay. "We'll find him, Sammy... we will."
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