Texas Style Haunting

Disclaimer: Nothing much changes, I still don't own the boys or the show, I just get to play with them and send them home.


CHAPTER 9

Dean paced the cell like a caged wild animal snarling at anyone who came close to the bars. Sam lay on the wire cot, still unconscious, he hadn't moved since they brought them into the jail.

'Not so cocky now are you,' the sheriff stood just inside the door not game to move any closer to the angry young man.

'Look I don't know what's going on but my brother is seriously hurt and needs to go to a hospital.'

'Seems alright to me, just asleep,' the sheriff laughed, stepping closer Dean noticed that the man's eyes were dull black discs.

'Fuck another possession.' He whispered, 'look can you at least tell me why we are under arrest?'

'Easy murder, two kids were found in Fuller Park, their throats slashed amongst other things.'

'And how did you come to the startling conclusion that we had anything to do with that?'

'An eyewitness.'

'Ah okay and who is this eagle eyed person?'

'Me.' The sheriff laughed, 'you should have allowed the Pastor to stay with you, and you would have lived for ever.'

'He wanted me to sacrifice my brother, thanks, but no thanks.'

'Why he's dead anyway.'

'Come in here and say that.' Dean rushed at the bars, 'come on you gutless wonder come in here and say that!'

'Dean?' Sam whispered lifting his head trying to follow Dean's voice, 'Dean where are you?'

'Right here Sammy, I'm right here,' Dean ignored the sheriff and ran to his brother's side, 'we're gonna be fine, Sammy I promise we're gonna be fine.'

'Thirsty Dean, so thirsty.' Sam blinked a few times and waited until he could focus on Dean's face, 'where are ... what happened?'

'The Pastor has some nasty friends in uniform,' Dean deliberately kept his explanation simple, not wanting to upset Sam further. 'We're ahh kinda in jail.'

'Just kinda huh?' Sam grinned, 'help me sit up Dean.'

'You sure dude?'

'Yeah please I want to sit up,' Sam gritted his teeth as a wave of nausea passed through him.

'Aw aint it sweet, such brotherly love,' the sheriff spat out, 'maybe I should put the two of you in separate cells.'

'Try it and see what happens,' Dean threatened, his voice low and even, 'come in the cell with us sheriff if you dare.'

'I'm getting sick of your smart mouth kid, I dunno why the Pastor wants you and your body, but for some strange reason he does.'

'It's coz I'm so good looking, got a great body and lots of charm,' Dean smirked and then with exaggerated movements he turned his back on the officer and gave Sam his attention, 'okay dude I have to check out that knee, you be alright?'

'Just do it Dean.'

'Okkayy,' Dean carefully undid the straps of the brace and slid it off Sam's leg, then he rolled the cut jeans leg out of the way to get a better view, a small gasp escaped before he could stop it. The pain must be incredible, with a shaking hand, he put a fingertip on the swollen joint, and the heat coming from it was immense. 'You okay Sammy?'

'Yeah ... just hurry...'

'Sam?' Dean looked up at his brother's face, concerned with he heard Sam's voice fading so quickly. 'Sammy you okay? Talk to me dude.'

'It hurts okay.' Sam ground out, a sheen of sweat shone on his face highlighting his fever even more.

'Damn Sammy we have to get this drained, it's gonna turn septic, if it hasn't already.'

'Uh kinda hard to do that here Dean.' Sam whispered indicating the sheriff who still watched the boys carefully.

'Hey dude take a picture it'll last longer!' Dean called out unable to stop himself.

'Dean please ... don't.' Sam warned Dean placing a hand on his brother's arm, 'we don't need anymore trouble.'

'Listen to your brother Winchester he's making a lot of sense.' The sheriff called back to Dean as he tapped his hand with his baton.

'Whatever dude,' Dean sighed as he checked the rest of Sam's wounds, 'man I am so sorry about all this.'

'Why what you are talking about? You're not to blame Dean; you didn't cause anything to happen.'

'I did this to you Dude, it's my fault.' Dean whispered his voice cracking slightly.

Sam stared at Dean in disbelief, his normally stoic brother never accepted blame or acknowledged his guilt as quickly as he just did, and he hated caring and sharing moments.

'Dean I don't blame you.'

'No? Well I blame me Sammy ... if it wasn't for me you would never have...'

'Dean what's going on? This isn't you talking.'

'Ya think? Maybe I have seen the light.' Dean pushed himself away from Sam and started pacing the small cell, muttering under his breath. Sam stared at him, confused and scared he had never seen Dean so out of control emotionally.

'Dean talk to me.'

Dean either ignored Sam's plea or didn't hear him because he just kept pacing the cell and muttering inaudibly, wringing his hands and every so often running his fingers through his short hair.

The sheriff watched the older one pacing curiosity getting the better of him, sidling over to the cell he unlocked the barred door and stepped inside, his baton ready for attack. 'what the fuck is wrong with you now?'

'You dare speak to your Pastor like that?' Dean's head snapped up, his voice strained and sounding older, different, 'you should kneel before your Pastor and beg forgiveness.'

'I – I am sorry Pastor, I didn't realise that...'

'Oh it was easy once he dropped his guard, worry for a sick brother will do that,' Pastor Dean grinned wickedly, turning he went to where Sam lay and bent down closer to him, the smell of sulphur and decay so strong it made Sam choke.

'Dean please fight him,' Sam begged, 'you can do it, you're stronger than him.'

'Ha, haven't you ever considered that Dean loves the power and immortality I can give him?'

'No, coz I know my brother,' Sam declared, dropping his head back onto the mattress, he felt so weak, so tired, 'Dean I need you.'

'Oh isn't that precious,' the Pastor sneered, 'sheriff I think our young prisoner here needs to see a doctor, after all we need him fully fit for the sacrifice, the black moon is only two nights away.'

'Yes Sir.' The sheriff acquiesced placing his baton back into his belt, 'I'll ring Doc Green now.'

'Yes, yes good choice, the good doctor is a loyal follower.'

'Yes he was the one to introduce me to your cause, Pastor.'

'Good, very good now go I will wait for you here,' the Pastor waved his hand dismissing the officer before returning his attention to Sam.

'You are truly remarkable young man do you know that? I mean most people would have died from your injuries and infections but no, no you still survive, I give you that.'

'Give me my brother back,' Sam ground out.

'Sorry that's not going to happen; you see I am enjoying your brother's body. So strong, so muscular and he was right so good looking.' Preacher Dean paraded himself in front of Sam laughing, 'so tell me boy how's the stomach these days?'

'Why?'

'The little gift I gave you ... the monkey's mark. It is truly a special gift.'

'Gee thanks but you can have it back, I got my fill of monkey marks.'

'Your tongue is almost as sharp as your brother's but unfortunately once given the monkey mark cannot be taken back, it will be with you like a shining beacon no matter where you go, I will be able to find you and feed from you.'

'Feed from me?'

'Your life gives me life, yes I inhabit your brother's body but to sustain my life and the lives of my pets then I need more than just a body, I need a life force of equal or greater intensity. And you my boy you have that in abundance.'

'Gee you like to hear your own voice don't you?'

'Excuse me Preacher, the doctor is here.' The sheriff interrupted the discussion, 'he has brought his equipment with him.'

'Fine then bring him in, I will allow your brother to return during the doctor's visit, I do not want news of my ... resurrection out yet.' The Pastor gave Sam a strange smile and then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

'Dean?' Sam asked his voice catching in his throat.

'Sammy?' Dean opened his eyes and stared down at Sam's face, 'what happened?'

'The Preacher did again,' Sam said, 'the doctor's coming and he's hiding inside you.'

'So we don't have much time?'

'Nope, and I have to tell you something,' Sam said frantically clutching at Dean's hand, 'we have to cut the brand out.'

'What? No dude that'll kill you.'

'The brand ... he feeds through it for himself and the monkeys if it goes then so do they.'

'And so do you, no Sam we'll find another way.'

'Step away from your brother Winchester,' the sheriff ordered as he ushered the doctor in, 'there's your patient Doc, we need him ready for the Black Moon Rites,' the sheriff said nodding towards Sam, 'take ya time and yell when you're ready to leave.'

'Thanks sheriff,' the doctor grinned before turning his attention to the two young men, both wearing visible signs of injuries sustained in a violent attack.

'Sam first doc, he's more important than me.'

'No, don't listen to him ... argh.' Sam gritted down the pain as shifted trying to sit up.

'Just relax Sam and let me have a look,' the doctor's smile turned into a frown when he saw Sam's knee, 'first I am going to have to drain the fluid off your knee young man, I'll give you a local first and then remove the fluid.'

'Just do it doc please,' Sam begged, he couldn't hold his head up any longer, turning his pain-filled eyes to Dean he tried to smile but was only able to manage a grimace, 'so tired Dean, I'm just so tired of it all.'

'Hang in there dude the doc's gonna help you.'

'Yeah I ... I'm sorry Dean,' Sam whispered, 'I am so sorry for everything.'

'Sammy please stop talking like that, the doc is gonna get you better okay.'

'So cold Dean, I'm so cold.'

The doctor finished injecting the local anaesthetic and paused, he couldn't help but listen to the exchange between the two young men and it broke his heart, his own boys were around the same age. 'Sheriff I need blankets in here, and an ambulance this boy needs surgery.' He yelled over his shoulder.

'What the fuck are you on about?' The sheriff demanded hurrying into the cell room, 'what do you mean an ambulance.'

'Both of these young men need hospitalisation, Dean's shoulder has to be surgically repaired he has nerve damage and Sam here, Sam is going to lose his leg if we don't get him into surgery immediately, his knee has become septic and needs immediate surgical intervention. Not to mention the cuts and abrasions covering his body and that brand on his stomach.' The doctor shook his head and spat in disgust, 'I need an ambulance immediately, or there will be no sacrifices for the Black Moon Rite.'

Dean grinned down at Sam, looks like they were finally able to cut a break, 'Sammy? Oh God Sammy?' distraught Dean grabbed the doctor's arm, 'doc he's not breathing.'

TBC