A/N: Sorry, for the wait. This is the last chapter. I really hope everyone likes it.
I'd like to thank my Beta Sheila for her help and thanks everyone who reviewed.
Bender's Revenge
Chapter 7
John was scared to death. He had killed Bender before he found out where Dean was and now he was afraid that he wouldn't find him. He yelled Dean's name out but there was no answer. Defeated, he sat down. He was overwhelmed with grief. He held his head in his hand and let the tears come.
"DEAN! You've got to answer me son. Please, just give me a sign. Anything." He listened but didn't hear anything and he was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to see his son again.
Dean was very weak, and he was shivering with cold or fever. He wasn't sure which. He heard his dad yell out his name. But he couldn't answer him because of the gag. He was desperate to contact him. He could hardly move, but he started kicking at the door. He was so tired that he could only kick it lightly and he hoped to God his dad heard him. After a few minutes, when it didn't seem to be working, he became frantic. If his dad didn't hear him, he'd never get out of that cellar. Gathering himself, with all the strength he had left, he kicked harder. It took a lot out of him and he was exhausted. He fell back down to the floor and hoped beyond hope that his dad heard him. If he hadn't, Dean's goose was cooked.
John looked up because he finally heard something, some type of noise. "What was it? Was it Dean?" He looked all around wondering where it had come from. He heard it again and then nothing. He gazed down at the rug. Frantically, he moved the rocking chair, then grabbed the rug, tossing it aside. There underneath was a door that led down to a cellar and suddenly, he knew where his son was. He opened up the trap door. Dean looked up when he saw his dad and relief flooded him.
"DEAN," yelled John. He saw the gag and took it off. When he saw the grimy rag, stuffed inside Dean's mouth, he was disgusted. He took it out and threw it on the floor. When the rag was removed, Dean started to cough violently. He was shaking so hard his teeth was chattering. He looked up into his dad's face and tears came to his eyes.
"Dad," he barely whispered. "You found me." He was so weak he could hardly get the words out. "You found me."
"Oh God," said John and gently rolled Dean over on his side. He untied his hands and rolled him back on his back. He picked Dean up in his arms and held him close. "Dean. Easy son. I've got you. I've got you. You're going to be ok." John felt Dean's forehead. "Son, you're burning up." His forehead felt like it was on fire. Dean was burning up with fever and he was drenched in sweat. Even though he was freezing, his fever was raging.
"Dad, Sam...Sammy, ok?"
"He's fine son. He's with Bobby." Dean tried to nod but it hurt. He tried to smile, but suddenly went limp and drifted off into unconsciousness in his father's arms.
"My God. Dean." John touched his forehead again. The fever was getting worse. He stood up slowly with Dean in his arms and held onto him as gently as he could. He couldn't get over how frail his son looked.
He looked over at Bender's body and rage flooded through him. He didn't have time for that now. Bender was dead and Dean needed help and quick. John walked right by Bender's body and didn't look back. He no longer wanted to see the psycho hillbilly. He walked through the doorway which he had kicked in before. Outside, Mr. Rafferty saw John coming, carrying Dean and ran over to help him. They made it to the helicopter and hopped inside.
Mr. Rafferty helped John get Dean situated. He strapped him in and gave John the thumbs up sign. He went to the controls and sent the helicopter rising into the air. John never looked back. Mr. Rafferty grabbed the radio and called the hospital, letting them know that they were on their way back with Dean and they should get things ready.
They made it back to the Asylum safely. He landed the helicopter and took the walkie talkie in his hand to inform the staff that they were there. The medical team was already on stand by. John, holding Dean, rushed inside. Bobby and Sam were waiting by the doors. "John," Bobby said nervously, as he looked at Dean. "How is he?"
John looked at his youngest son but all Sam's attention was on his big brother. He saw that Dean looked to be in very grave condition. At first he thought that Dean was dead and he felt like throwing up. "Bobby, Sam, he's still alive but he's just barely hanging on." The medical team took him from John's arms and put him on a gurney and rushed him to the Asylum's ER. John continued to watch Sam, and after Dean disappeared through the double doors, John put his arm around Sam.
"Listen to me son," said John. "It doesn't look good for Dean right now because he's very frail." He squeezed Sam's shoulders, causing Sam to look up at him. He still had tears in his eyes and John's heart broke for the second time. "Dean is frail, but he's also young and strong. He's a fighter and we're just going to believe that he's going to be ok."
Sam didn't say a word. He prayed silently that Dean would be ok.
Back in the ER, the doctors looked at the lacerations on Dean's back. They were bleeding, but not very much, considering all that he had to endure, and all the suffering that he'd been through, no question about it but the bleeding wasn't that bad, at least not on his back. What the doctors were worried about were the lacerations on his wrists. They were both bleeding from where the ropes had cut into them and they were infected. They were red and inflamed and the doctors knew that was where the infection was coming from and why he had such a high fever. They were afraid that he was going to get septic before they could fight the infection and if that happened, Dean would die. They started him on some fluids because he was dehydrated. They also started him on some oxygen, because his breathing was very ragged. Since his fever was so high, they had to get it down because that would cause all kind of problems all by its self, so they placed ice packs under his arms and placed a cooling blanket on him also. They did all they could do.All they could do now was wait.
There was a couple of area's on his back that would not stop the bleeding so the nurse applied pressure. The IV antibiotics came up from pharmacy and they immediately started Dean on that. A short time later the places that were bleeding had stopped. Now they had to get the fever down and hope it wasn't to late. The doctor applied antiseptic ointment to all his abrasions and lacerations because he didn't want the swelling to get worse. The nurse covered the lacerations with sterile gauze and taped it down. She bandaged both his back and wrists according to what the doctor ordered and started him on the second round of antibiotics.
Dean's fever rose to 107 degrees and the doctors became even more concerned. It didn't look like the antibiotics were working. Through all this, Dean remained unconscious. After about and hour they checked him again. The fever wasn't getting any better, but took a turn for the worse instead, so they repacked him in ice once again and placed another cooling blanket on him to help.
Dean slowly regained consciousness and he was freezing to death. His whole body was shaking and his teeth chattering. He was very confused and somewhat disoriented. He thought the medical team was trying to hurt him. "Please! Please stop! Don't hurt me!" He thought he was still back in the shack with Bender. They couldn't calm him down, so the nurse walked out into the waiting room to let John know that Dean had regained consciousness. She motioned for him to come into the ER. When John entered, Dean was sitting up in the bed and he was short of breath, almost hyperventilating. The doctor couldn't calm him down. John ran up to him and began talking softly to his son to get him to calm down.
Dean was cold and clammy from the ice. He began to cough so much that he was gagging and wheezing, unable to catch his breath but finally he heard his dad's voice and began to calm down. After a few more minutes, Dean was breathing easier and the nurse checked his Oxygen saturation. It was not good, so the doctor ordered the O2 to be increased to 5lpm. 20 minutes later, she checked it again and there was marked improvement. Dean was breathing easier and the antibiotics and fluids finally began to work. Dean's temperature broke. They removed the ice packs and the cooling blanket covered him up so that he could get warm and took him to his old room.
John stayed with Dean the whole time. He was very thankful to the doctors and the nurses and he knew that his son was going to be ok. It had been close but Dean had pulled through. The nurse came in and gave Dean a shot of demerol and phenergan for the pain. He had fallen asleep but now he was beginning to come too once again. He looked at his dad and smiled because John was smiling at him.
"Hey there," said John, "How are you doing?"
"I'm better dad," Dean said weakly. "Where's Sam? Where is Sammy?" He was getting nervous.
"He's here Dean. He's right here. Right outside the door. Hold on and I'll go get him." Dean nodded and tried to relax. John opened the door and told Bobby and Sam that Dean was awake. They entered the room. Sam saw Dean and ran over to him. "Dean!" he yelled and gave him a fierce hug. Dean winced but hugged him back. Sam asked his dad if Dean was going to be ok.
"He's going to be fine son. He's going to be just fine." Sam smiled and hugged his brother again.
"You don't know how much I missed you Sammy," said Dean.
"Same here, big brother." Sam held Dean's hand. Bobby smiled as he witnessed the Winchester renunion. "The same goes for me kiddo." Bobby hugged him careful not to hurt him and then he wiped a tear from his eye. There was a knock at the door and Mr. Rafferty came inside and walked toward Dean's bed. Dean looked away from him. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to talk to him. John glanced at Mr. Rafferty and then at Dean.
"Dean, son. He saved your life. Give him a chance. He did help me find you." Dean still refused to look at Mr. Rafferty, who shook his head sorrowfully. "Look Dean, I just want you to know how sorry I am. I am truly sorry. I want to give you my sincerest apology." He cleared his throat and continued. "I'm terribly sorry for everything that happened, especially for not believing you."
Dean finally looked toward Mr. Rafferty. He was weary about accepting his apology but he shook his hand anyway. Raffety smiled and left the room. Dean was very quiet. He began to fidget with his pillow. Bobby noticed and knew that something was wrong with Dean.
"Dean?" Bobby frowned and got worried. "Do you want me to go get the nurse?"
Dean was thinking of Bender. "No," he said finally and frowned himself. "I'm ok." He looked toward his dad who thought he knew what was wrong. "As soon as your better we'll be leaving and getting the hell out of this place. You'll never have to worry about Bender hurting you, ever again. I took care of that." He took Dean's hand and held it in his own. He smiled. "He's dead. I killed that son of a bitch."
A load lifted off Dean and he smiled happily, knowing that Bender was dead. He grabbed his father in a tight embrace and hugged him. Sam and Bobby both watched and also smiled. They had been through hell and came through it. Everyone was going to be ok and it made all the difference in the world.
The End