Wounds - chpt 9. s.n. fic.
by: sifi
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"…yeah well until we can figure out what the hell's going on… why this son of a bitch is doing this to her she might be safer at Bobby's… the wards and magiks are still in tact as far as we know right? ..." Dean asked softly and cast a glance at Laura who sat curled in the reclining chair with her head resting in the crook of her good arm.
"Are you sure you want to take her there? I mean those are Cer..."he stopped as Dean smacked his arm, they'd noticed that mention of her patron Deity's name seemed to cause her pain where it never had before. "…magiks he gave her access to y'know?"
"You got a better idea I'm listening?..." Dean asked only half cocky, that alone told Sam quite a bit. His big brother was worried.
Sam shook his head, "Not really… it's just… it feels 'wrong' Dean…"
The older Winchester nodded, "Tell me about it, none of this is right…" he leaned back and scrubbed his face before looking deep into Sam's eyes, "…Sam… I don't know how to protect her…" he admitted without shame. "If it really is … HIM that's doing this, sending her to places where she can't do what she's supposed to… how is she supposed to function? How is she supposed to hold up her end…" he stopped and squinted his eyes at his younger brother, "A deity can have enemies right? I mean the universe is supposed to be antithetical right? Good and Bad, Light and Dark, Yin to Yang…all some kind of cosmic dance that keeps the universe expanding and the planets twirling yeah?" he asked pacing the length of the room, deep in thought and theory.
Sam felt his mouth drop open and simply stared at his big brother, once more brought to his intellectual knees out of sheer surprise.
He stopped short at the look on Sam's face, "Dude shut that thing, you're drawing flies…"
Sam's mouth snapped shut and he shook his head, "Antithetical? An ti the ti cal?" he questioned feeling sparklers in his body that reminded him of finding that Jean Auel book in Dean's bag.
"How many times I gotta tell you? You don't have to go to college to be a genius," he asked.
Sam scratched his head and furrowed his brow, It could be an alternate reality…I mean he's not dumb, never has been but…I think HIS universe is the one expanding exponentially…he cast a glance at Laura and shook his head, ...she's good for him that's for sure… okay… back to business… what's he saying?
"What?" Sam asked.
"Pay attention Sam… unless you got something else we head to Bobby's in the morning, whatever's doing this… the more I think about it, the more I think it's not him…" he chewed his lower lip as Sam nodded. In the chair a squeak popped out of Laura's throat and her head whipped hard to the side, her brow furrowed and a deeply anxious sigh pressed forward before she seemed to settle again, though her expression refused to ease.
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They're coming closer! They're going to take you away…shackle you like you did your brother… it's only fair…there's no such thing as evil… only evil deeds…there are no evil beings… you sad pathetic girl… '…must've been losing her brother that put her over the edge…' it focused its attention and gave voices to the words she would hear, "She was the one who killed him…she said he was a demon or something..."
They'll have you in chains for the rest of your life… they still do shock therapy y'know… you're a prime candidate…if only you'd kept your mouth shut in the hospital… then they wouldn't know you're insane, then you could keep wandering around the country killing innocent people…what is it you always say? Three hots and a cot and all the Thorazine you can handle? Yeah… it's coming Laura…you've been left to your own devices for too long now and innocent people have paid the price… you killed that woman.. you killed those men… all those lives… that poor child that'll never be born because of you…
"It's a shame really… she had such potential…"
"You didn't know her before she snapped…I loved her… she was sweet but always so needy… kind of empty inside y'know?"
"Yeah, don't forget that whole… delusions of grandeur thing dude…"
"Yeah, that too, good point Sammy…"
"So what's the plan of treatment?"
"We'll see if the meds and the shock work… then if not, we may have to take more drastic steps…"
"Hey, can I…? You know… since she's restrained and everything… can I… you know… just once more…"
"Be my guest…"
"Cool!"
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Laura knew she was dreaming, she could feel her body sleeping around her but the images in her mind we so real, so vivid she couldn't help but wonder for a time which was which. The hospital corridors echoed with the passage of staff and patients in the hallway and the door to her room stood open with the Doctor, Dean and Sam standing there talking about her as if she wasn't there, as if she didn't understand or couldn't fathom what they might be saying. She tried to move and knew she was restrained and with her fuzzy head, as if she'd already been heavily sedated she didn't care so much, it's just that her arms were going numb in the restraints and she didn't think Morgan's brace should be here. She hadn't left it here.
They said I killed him… oh yeah.. duh, I did. But how can they say there's no evil out there? They've seen it? They've fought the things that go bump in the night… Come on guys back me up here… course you'll probably wind up here too, but… did they say ECT? Cause that's not good… I better figure out how they want me to play this so I can get out… she saw Dean bounce on the balls of his feet clapping and rubbing his hands together then turn toward her, his beautiful green eyes glowing luminously in his face.
"Give us a few minutes huh?" he said over his shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows as Sam and the Doctor stepped out into the corridor and closed the door. Dean turned his attention back to Laura and ran his finger down her cheek.
"Hey sweetie you wanna let me out of these?" she felt herself ask groggily.
"Are you kidding?" he asked grinning hugely while clasping his hand around her throat and mashing his mouth to hers, violence the only promise in this kiss.
"Dean?... No… sweetie don't do this…. please… what's wrong with you?" she asked, then leaned in as far as she could while his hands hurt her everywhere he touched, "Christo…" she whispered.
He drew his head back and laughed, "You think I'm possessed? What do you think I am? Some sad player to feed your delusions, come on sweetheart… you know me better than that by now… all I want is action and I'll tell you, you were always eager but I gotta get me some of this kink right here… the best part is no one's ever gonna believe a word you say! So… guess what? I can do whatever I want!" he sneered, one of his hands still on her throat squeezing until her breath was wheezing even through the whimpers. "God is this gonna be fun…" he grinned and began to chuckle as her eyes grew wide with the sound of a zipper going down.
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"Hey Laura… come on wake up!" Dean urged with his hand against her cheek. He'd picked her up out of the chair to put her into the bed and whatever nightmare she was having seemed to have kicked up to a full fledged storm. Something both he and Sam could relate to, both having had more than their fair share through the last year.
She gasped as her eyes popped wide, looking directly into his. He saw fear grip her hard as she swatted his hand away, whispered, "Pease don't…" and scrambled backwards until she fell off the far side of the bed, sandwiched between the box spring and the wall breathing hard and choking on little mewls from the back of her throat.
"Hey whoa… easy there tiger…" he soothed casting a glance at Sam who lowered his eyes, looking away from his brother, as if he was hiding something.
What the hell? Dean thought and leaned over the edge of the bed to look at Laura who's breathing was still heavy though she was no longer mewling in panic. "Nightmare?" he asked.
She nodded and felt rather like a bug on her back until she could un-wedge herself and sit up.
"Wanna talk about it?" he asked.
She sighed dropping her eyes, "Yeah… I dreamed evil doesn't exist and you guys had me committed…" she chuckled realizing how silly it all sounded once it was out in the open, "…they had me restrained and you… were… getting your kink on…"
Dean pulled back, one eyebrow Spocked, the other furrowed as his mouth smirked, "Now honey you know me better than that... I'm not big on the whole caged bird thing… I like response…"
"Oh I know…" she nodded, "That's what made it really creepy,"
Behind Dean she could see red seeping from Sam's ears into his cheeks as he blushed, unable to not hear the conversation.
"Sorry Sam…" she apologized and blushed too as she climbed off the floor and back onto the bed, as he raised his hand in a 'no problem' gesture then shut down the laptop and headed to the bathroom.
"You want the bed to yourself?" Dean asked as she slid under the sheet.
She shook her head, "No… not at all…"
Dean nodded, "Good…" and stripped down to his boxer-briefs and t-shirt then slid under the sheets behind her, "We're going to Bobby's in the morning, until we can figure out what's going on…" he informed her and slid his arm under her head then stroked her hair and side as she pressed herself deep into him.
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Damn! I almost had her…I have to separate her from those boys…they're far too stabilizing an influence… I didn't realize the strength of the tether they provide for her. I knew she'd be difficult to break but with these human children at her side… I may not be able to make my point… He already senses something… I feel him stirring in the ether and now they want to take her into his wards? A place where he can send his Sidhe… no, I cannot have that… I will not allow it! I will drive her to her death first and leave myself to imagine the sweet agony I could have caused... I would rather have that than to lose this match… But the boy is so alert…my dark prophecies cannot penetrate his protection, whatever mark he bears is strong indeed…and I can't risk alerting Old Boy to my game… he will have no stake in the emissary…of that I must be certain… this is between Cernunnos and me...
And once more it sat, waiting for just the right moment. The creature was nothing if not patient.
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Laura slid out from between the sheets and leaned over brushing Dean's mouth before shambling to the bathroom. Her head was muddled by the events of the last twenty four hours alone, not to mention everything that had happened in the last few days. She still felt foggy and very much not herself as if her reality was somehow running sideways to that of everyone else. The dreams that had been plaguing her since her the third surgery had gone from awkward and uncomfortable to downright sinister. Everything she knew seemed to be undermined as if somehow any doubts or fears she might've had about her part in maintaining the balance were being amplified while her strengths and confidences were being slowly bent, or twisted.
She'd been puzzling about the two men, the ex-husband who'd assaulted her, and the thief who'd blown out the pregnant clerk's heart in the convenience store. Both of them had cocked their heads to the side as if listening to some other voice spurring them on, this after she'd tried to 'influence' both of them and found both of them resistant. In the last several lives she could remember, the number of people she'd come across that were immune to her influence was shockingly small, maybe half a dozen over a period of two hundred years, and now to find two in the span of two days… it just wasn't right.
But what set her mind for certain was having been lost in thought in the bathroom, so much so that she hadn't even noticed coming out, sifting through her bag, pulling out a throwing knife and sitting on the edge of the bed, pressing the blade against Dean's neck as he slept.
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tbc
I think we're getting there, just in time for me to go on vacation!
Don't miss me too much.
sifi
