Authors Note: I'm so sorry this was so late I hit a major road block. Not with my creative thinking but with mom and pops. So I had to halt writing for a while till I got it all cleared. Luckily I'm cleared and I hope I can get these faster. Again sorry but you know those blockages. Thanx Charity
He couldn't breathe.
His lungs ached with the force it took to drag in a single breath. Each breath grating and wheezing past his lips. He hungered for more. Every time he managed one his side throbbed in retribution. Sweat falling down his face with the effort to just friggin breathe! He could tell he was still sitting up or slumped over is more like it. He really wishes that his Dad was completely wrong about this hunt and he has to make an unexpected trip home because if he's been honest with himself he doesn't think he'll last a week. He could tell infection has already set in and without antibiotics he's dead meat. Not to mention the breathing problem. Isn't that what his family wanted though? To just leave him behind and finally kiss his ass goodbye.
Sam finally peeled open his eyes to see blurry objects about the room. He figured it was from lack of oxygen that was cutting of his 20/20 vision. He was a bit dismayed to find that his eyes were crusted over. That can't be good. Blinking a few times to try and clear his vision he focused in on a figure hunched over in the corner. He knew who it was right away but he tried to see what the hell he was doing. Blinking more rapidly so he can see what Devin was focusing so hard on he gasped as his eyes caught the sight. Devin was sharpening a blade a very long and sharp blade I might add. Sam swallowed convulsingly willing his stomach to stop turning. Calm down he's not going to kill you at least not that way. Oh god Dean please get back here soon.
"You awake Sammy?" Devin asked with what almost sounded like concern. Sam laughed at the show. Devin was a good liar when he wanted to be.
"Co-could you aa-t lea-least ge-t me som-e ox-gen?" Sam panted out of breath from the simple sentence. He felt like he was a 12 year old who had asthma.
Devin's eyebrows crinkled in confusion at Sam's struggling form. Trying to take in every bit of information he could he narrowed in on his figure. Sam was hunched over in the bed a slight wheeze emitting itself. He could clearly see the sweat starting to fall and he knew that Sam had an infection now. He smiled with pleasure. "Sammy looks like you caught yourself an infection." He said loudly as he set his blade down and strolled to the bed.
"Ya th-think." Sam said incredulously. He tried to straighten up better as he heard him approach but that only resulted in a deep wet cough beginning to sprout out from his throat. His eyes shot open in fear as he couldn't breathe. He couldn't get any oxygen in. Both hands immediately flung to his side to protect it from any damage but it wasn't helping. His body shook with force as a wet gurgling sound made a presence. Oh god don't tell me I caught pneumonia. That's all I need. He felt strong's arms engulf his back as they started beating it. He yelped at the sudden thump but it was helping get whatever was lodged in his throat out.
"Cough it out damnit!" Devin yelled repeatedly thumping Sam's back as he coughed his head off. He wanted to make his recovery a clean one. One without the help of any medical tools but if Sam had pneumonia he might have to take him to the hospital but that's only if.
He stopped his thumping when the coughs turned into groans. "That's it, spit that shit out kid." He said with a smirk going over to the other side to see Sam's face.
Sam stuttered out breaths as he tried to settle his beating heart. Mucus mixed with he didn't even want to know hung from his lips as he tried to pull in enough oxygen before he passed out again. He really wanted to lie down and sleep for a week hell a year but he was getting worse.
"Eww," Devin complained as he saw the mucus drip from Sam's face. "That shit's gross." He thought about getting a towel or something but found it easier to wipe it on the bedspread. Hey he ain't cleaning up. "Wipe that gunk off on the bedspread." He demanded but was dismayed that he was ignored. Sam just seemed content to sit-er- hunch and breathe. He started to bite his fingernail absently. No, it was ok Sam was fine just the flu or something. "Here," Devin offered as he began to wipe Sam's mouth. He was horrified to find blood mixed in with the mucus. "Shit." He whispered to himself wiping away the sticky substance.
"Wh't is I…..t?" Sam drawled off trying to focus on just breathing. His chest hurt and his side was on fire. He didn't know if it was sweat but there was sure a bunch of liquid running down his side.
"Nothing, just don't worry kid." Devin stammered he didn't know what to do. He caused this and if John or Dean found out. He didn't even want to know the consequences.
"D'n?" Sam whined out. His side was hurting, his head hurt, his chest ached and his shirt was wet. He needed a new shirt.
Devin looked up at Sam's cry for Dean. Double shit the kids even more out of it. "What?" He asked almost fearful of the response.
"W'y my si'e we't?" Sam slurred listing sideways till hands caught him.
"Your side is wet?" Devin said in a rush of words. Shitshitshit. "Let me see." He questioned moving over to Sam's left side. He threw the blankets away and gasped at the growing red spot. Sam busted his stitches. "Shit!" He yelled frantically as he ran around the room gathering together his things and a couple of Sam's.
"Wh't wr'g?" Sam asked dismayed by the blurry blob's frantic movements. They were making his head spin.
"Your Dad and brother are gonna have my ass for dinner. Come on little man we have to go to a hospital." He said as he gently began lifting Sam into his arms.
Sam's eyes shot open at the different position. Where was he again? Why was someone carrying him bridal style? When the figure started moving he didn't remember much else because the pain in his side became too much and he welcomed the coming darkness.
Dean sat in the motel unhappily as his Dad and Bobby scouted out the area and talked to witnesses. His Dad offered for him to go in fact wanted him to go. Any other time he would have been overjoyed but he was pissed and moody. A pissed and moody Dean doesn't want to go anywhere. He sat fingering the long forgotten beer in his hands and he just wanted the damn thing to give him a buzz. Something to knock his ass out for the night. If only Bobby didn't drink all the damn jack.
His mind kept wondering back to Sam no matter how hard he tried. Talking to him after Dad reamed his ass out his brother seemed despondent and almost tired. He wanted to tell him something. Told him that he would after this hunt. "Yeah," Dean snorted. "Look how well that went." He was left wondering just what Sam wanted to tell him. If Sam would ever get the chance too.
"Sammy you ok?" Dean asked hesitantly as he approached his brother's form.
"Yeah I'm just fine Dean." Sam said with a crack in his voice.
"Sure you are, you just need to save the daydreaming for the shower kiddo. You know that get's Dad all fussy." Dean tried to somewhat reprimand Sam as there Dad told him time and time again don't feed Sam's wild and crazy dreams. He needed to crack down and make Sam learn that those dreams can't come true. How could he? How could he break Sam's heart into a million pieces? How could he just crush someone's hopes and wants? He had his own albeit they were a bit different than Sam's but he still had hopes and dream's.
"I'm just…tired Dean. I'm tired." Sam stated flatly his shoulders slumping.
"Then why didn't you sleep longer. I told you to stay in bed-" Dean stopped as he realized Sam's meaning of the word 'tired'.
"I'm tired of it all Dean I just want out." Sam stated dejectedly.
"Sammy…" Dean didn't know what to say. His brother complained and whined but he never sounded so broken and so lost.
"I've been thinking real hard over this and I've made up my mind." Sam said with a slight smile.
"About what? What are you talking about?" Dean asked confused. Made up his mind? Was Sam leaving him? That thought struck his heart as it had him almost clinging to his brother so he wouldn't go.
"I'll tell you after the hunt. Somewhere private I promise." Sam said as his smile fell.
"Ok I'll be there to listen." Dean smiled as Sam perked up. He gave him a slight squeeze on the shoulder as he turned back around.
"There it is boys!" He heard his father's gruff voice yell. Dean quickly turned his smile into one of determination. Keeping Sam directly behind him he stated. "Go time."
The memory was too vivid. His brother's pain was clearly washing through and Dean just brushed it off thinking Sam was in an emo mood do to his Dad's yelling fit. He was wrong. There was something more and he should have picked it up sooner or made him tell right then and there. Maybe he would have been persuaded to stay with Sam then go on this fucked up hunt.
The door opening shook him out of his grief as he looked up to find his Dad and Bobby trudge in. "Well anything?" He asked fingering the glass bottle.
John's eyebrow shot up at the sight his son made but brushed it off. "Yeah, I'm certain now we got a vour on our hands."
"You got more of those beers Dean I'm gonna need one." Bobby said playfully as he settled himself across from Dean. The pain in his eyes almost broke his resolve.
"You wish." Dean said playfully. His pocket vibrating stopped the banter for a moment. He snaked his hand in his pocket to grab his cell phone.
"Hello?" He asked in a somewhat defensive manor. The number he didn't recognize and he wasn't about to tell whoever this was who he was.
"Is this Dean?"
Dean's face crinkled into a hard mask. "Who's asking?" He said coldly. His Dad and Bobby both stopped talking and conversating focusing on his conversation.
"This is Dr. Wallace at St. Luke's Boise regional medial center. A patient of mine was dropped off and has no family or friend contacts with him and we need someone here right now. He is a minor and your number was on his contact list."
Dean's eyes widened as realization dawned. Oh god Sammy. "Yes this is him. Is he ok? Is Sam ok?" Dean asked fearfully as he sat up abruptly knocking down the chair in succession. He began to walk around the room and gather together all his things. Fear and worry over road rage and fury. That's tucked away for later.
"I can't really discuss patient confidentiality over the phone you need to get here."
"Please he's my little brother." Dean begged as he dropped his duffle by the door noticing Bobby's and his Dad's concerned look. He shot his Dad and angry growl as he continued listening.
"Listen he's stable and that's about as much we can do for now. I'll tell you everything as soon as you get here and you can answer my questions. Ok?"
"Ok," Dean whispered. "I'll be there in an hour." Dean promised even though the drive was about two hours and 30 minutes. He'd make it in an hour. He closed the phone and shoved it back into his pocket. He immediately spun around on his father as his face lit up with fury.
"YOU!" Dean yelled pointing a finger in his fathers face.
"Dean what happened, what's wrong with Sam?" John asked fearfully as he took a step back. From what he could gather Sam was in the hospital. Oh god what have I done.
"This is all your fault! You and your stupid hunt and your stupid plans. Well congratulations John Sam's in the fucking hospital now and I don't even know if he's going to be alive when I get there." Dean yelled as he felt Bobby's hands rest on his shoulders.
"Dean I'm-" John started but was surprised when a punch landed squarely with his jaw. He grunted as he fell back a step. "I guess I deserve that."
"You deserve much more but I don't have time for you. You stay with your stupid precious hunt and finish what you started. I don't want to see you near Sam again you hear me!" Dean yelled his vein pulsing in his neck.
"Dean you can't say that." John tried as he wanted to reason with his son. He wanted to see his youngest healthy and happy.
"No, I mean it you stay away I'm taking the Impala and going to that hospital and if I see you there I swear to god I'll take care of you myself." Dean threatened.
"Now wait a minute he's my son and you have no right to-" Another hit came into contact with his face as he grunted from the unexpected pain. He began to fume with anger. His son was taking control. He was in control.
"You listen your wasting my time to get to Sam so do us all a favor and stay gone." Dean said coldly as he marched past his father and slammed the door.
"Dean wait!" John yelled but it was too late he heard the familiar rumble of the Chevy starting up and squealing out of the parking lot.
He looked over to Bobby as he let tears escape. "What have I done?"
On no is John doomed forever? What is that little secret that Sam is trying to tell? Where the hell did Devin go? And why is Bobby drinking all the jack? The world may never know. Feedback is appreciated. Thanx Charity
P.S revision chapter fixed my boo boo's :)
