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Chapter 10
Summary: Sam's visions have been manifesting physically and thanks to the Demon he is definitely in worse shape. With Bobby's help, Dean gets Sam to a hospital in time but after a slow recovery Sam takes a turn for the worse and Dean doesn't handle it well. Now, the Demon seems out to get both Winchester boys and will stop at nothing until at least one of them is dead. But will Sam's visions help or hinder the Demons pursuit?
A/N: This story is inspired by the story "When Did I Become So Weak?" by iS2 (dot) coheed (dot) and (dot) cambria
It's not necessary to read that story first, but it definitely lays the background work for this one. If you want to read it, go to my favorite stories and click on the link there or go to iS2's profile page.
Also, thanks so much for all the reviews. If I didn't respond back to you, I'm sorry. Just know that I do appreciate the reviews that you give and love to hear what you think about the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Supernatural. They belong to Kripke. This is done strictly for fun, not profit. Also, if anything looks familiar, it's not mine.
A/N2: This chapter is a long one, and if there are any mistakes in the medical stuff I'm sorry. I tried to do some research, but there's only so much this layman can do with medical jargon. Hope you enjoy it.
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Sam drove out of town not sure where to go. But as long as he didn't go anywhere near the hospital, Dean would be safe. At least there was no possibility of his vision coming true that way. He sighed in relief and scrubbed his face with his hand. He knew that the demon wanted him and that he'd probably come after him, but at least Dean wouldn't get hurt in the process.
He had lost so much in his life; he couldn't lose his brother too. He was the only thing he had left. If he lost Dean, he would probably lose himself as well. As he drove down the two lane highway, Sam figured he'd drive for at least a couple more hours and then stop. He was starting to get tired and his side was beginning to hurt, but for now he would continue to drive.
He smiled slightly and gave a small laugh when he thought about what Dean would probably say when he found out what Sam had done. Oh, Dean was so going to kick his ass.
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"That stupid sonuva-"
"Dean!" Missouri admonished loudly. "Don't you talk about your brother that way. I'm sure he had a good reason for doing what he did."
Dean didn't' look happy, but at least he didn't say anything more about his brother.
"Now, Bobby, let me see the letter." She held her hand out to Bobby expectantly and Bobby looked at her quizzically.
"How did you?... Oh, never mind." He pulled the letter out of his pocket and handed it to her.
Dean looked at him questioningly. "What letter?"
Bobby sighed and looked at Dean. "Sam left a letter. I was gonna tell you, but I didn't get a chance," he grumbled the last as he looked accusingly back at the psychic.
Missouri had a sad look on her face as she read the letter. "Oh, Sam, you poor boy."
Dean looked worried. "What? Let me see that." He reached out for the letter quickly wanting to know what his brother had said.
Missouri handed him the letter and Dean read what his brother had wrote.
Hey, Bobby,
Sorry I had to leave like I did, but it was the only way. It was the only thing I could think of to save Dean. You were right that there was more to my vision than I was saying, but it was too complicated to explain in person. You see, the demon that killed Dean in my vision was me.
I'm sorry, Dean, if you're reading this but I couldn't take the chance of coming back to the hospital and anything happening to you. I know you'll say it's your job to protect me, but let me do this just this once.
I know the demon is still after me and he probably won't stop until he gets m; but hopefully, my leaving will keep you all out of danger. Now don't try to find me. Just go ahead with the plan and try and get this bastard. Hopefully it won't be me. Take care of yourself and hopefully I'll see you again.
Sam.
Dean's jaw clenched as he tried to hide the emotions threatening to take him over. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself before speaking. "So, now what do we do?" he asked, his throat feeling tight with emotion not trusting himself to speak anymore.
Missouri touched his hand and she smiled slightly at him knowing how hard this was for him.
Bobby finally broke the silence. "We stick with the plan and hope that we can stop this bastard."
Dean nodded. "What if it doesn't work?"
Bobby shrugged slightly. "Well, then I guess we come up with a plan B, then."
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Sam drove for about four hours more and then he had to stop hoping that it was far enough. He was so tired and his side hurt from driving for so long.
He checked into a small motel and walked slowly to his room. He knew that the older woman behind the counter had been worried about him, but she had reassured her that he was just tired. As he walked to his room, he had to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. He fumbled with the lock and groaned as he dropped the keys. He stiffly bent down using the door frame to steady himself when a wave of dizziness washed over him.
When he finally made it into the room, he sighed in relief as he sat down on the bed and looked around. He had salted the door and windows and he looked around to observe the small room. It felt weird not having his brother there with him. Without thinking he had got a double room and was now sitting on the farthest bed from the door. He gave a small laugh at the old habit. Dean always took the first bed. To protect Sam. Sam's smile faltered at the thought of his brother. He hoped that Dean was okay.
He knew that he was probably dreaming thinking that if he stayed away the demon would leave his brother alone, but he had to try. It was his turn to protect his brother.
With a heavy sigh Sam pulled his shoes off before crawling into bed too tired to think anything beyond just going to sleep. He was asleep even before his head hit the pillow.
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"Hey, Sam, wake up," someone whispered. "Sammy," they said a little bit louder.
Sam groaned not wanting to wake up.
"Wake up," the voice sing-songed and Sam groaned again.
"Mmmm, five more minutes, Dean," Sam mumbled as he pulled the covers up over his head.
"Come on, Sammy-boy. Wake up," a man said and then bed suddenly shook as he jostled the mattress.
Sam was suddenly awake. He knew that voice, and it wasn't his brothers. His eyes flew open and he looked up to see yellow eyes staring back at him. "You! What? How?" He scrambled back on the bed and winced at the pain in his side from the sudden movement. He gripped at his side and hissed slightly in pain.
The man sitting on a chair next to the bed just laughed. "You know as many times as you've seen me. You'd think that you wouldn't get so excited by now." He smiled at Sam and Sam glared back at him.
"Yeah, well, you would too if you saw your ugly face," Sam said bitterly.
The Demon acted as if he were wounded grabbing his chest dramatically. "Oh! That hurts. Sticks and stones, Sammy-boy," he said smiling as he waggled a finger at Sam in admonishment. The smile dropped from his face and his eyes turned cold then. "Of course, if I wanted to I could hurt you a lot more."
Sam just stared at the demon for a moment before finally breaking the silence. "Why?" he asked.
Yellow eyes just stared at him. "Why what? Why don't I hurt you? Or why am I here?" asked the demon.
"Yes," said Sam desperately wanting answers. "Why are you here? Why do you want me so bad?"
The demon sat back lacing his hands behind his head as if contemplating on what to say. "Well, Sam…it's just that you're my chosen." He let his hands fall to his knees with a slight slap. "You are the best person for the job and I want you on my side."
Sam starting shaking his head even before the Demon had finished. "No. I'll never join you."
"Now, don't be so sure of that, Sam. You see, I can make all of this go away." He made a sweeping gesture over Sam and then crappy little room. "All of the hurt, all of the loss. I can make it aaallll disappear. You could be free of all these emotions and feelings of guilt. And all you gotta do is just say yes."
Sam was breathing hard trying to control his anger as he stared daggers at the man. "Why would I ever follow you," he bit out coldly. "You took everything away from me. My mom, Jess, Dad," Sam was almost quivering with anger and he gritted his teeth in frustration. "And now…you want to take my brother too? Now why would I ever join you?"
The demon sighed and dropped his head to look at the floor. He then sat forward folding his hands in front of him before looking up at Sam. "Well, you've got a point there, but you see… Everything you've lost, it's just made you stronger. Your mother's death made you a soldier. Your father," the Demon said with disgust. "Thought he was protecting you by teaching you how to fight evil, but in truth he was making you into his enemy's best weapon: a soldier. Someone who can fight and kill, and yet doesn't feel remorse."
Sam shook his head. "No, he failed. I'm not the perfect soldier."
The demon held up a finger. "Ah, true, you do feel remorse when you kill, but you still know how to fight and that still makes you a valuable commodity."
"And, Jess," Sam said his voice breaking slightly. "Why did you kill her?" He already knew, but he still needed to hear it.
"Oh come on, Sammy," the Demon said as if it were the most obvious thing. "You already know that one."
Still Sam just looked at him so the Demon just sighed and rolled his eyes. "She was making you soft, Samuel." He got up and began to pace. "All you wanted to do was be normal. Go to school, get married, have 2.5 kids and get a real job. But, I couldn't have that." He stopped pacing and looked back at Sam still sitting on the bed looking at him. "I needed you sharp. I needed you out hunting, honing your skills, discovering your powers…and you couldn't do that with Miss. Plain Jane."
Tears welled in Sam's eyes and he tried to fight them back. "So you killed her," he whispered.
The demon nodded. "And now…with your father gone, Dean is the only thing that stands between you and your destiny."
"You stay away from him you sonuvabitch," Sam bit out fiercely.
"Well, that depends on you, Sammy-boy." The Demon came and sat back down fixing Sam with a hard stare. "You see if you join me now. I'll let your brother live."
Sam shook his head. "No, you're lying. You couldn't let him live. He would never stop looking for me. Sooner or later, he'd come after us both."
The demon held out his hands in a 'what can you do' sort of way. "Well, then you can't blame a guy for defending himself can you." He smiled slightly at that thought.
Sam shook his head. "No, no I won't let that happen. I won't let him die. I won't join you."
The Demon just stared at him. "You're sure."
Sam just tightened his jaw and held the Demon's gaze. "I'd rather die than become something evil."
The Demon then sighed in frustration looking down at his hands as if defeated. "Well then…if you won't join me willingly. I guess I'll have to do it unwillingly for now."
Sam was thrown from the bed by an invisible force and slammed into the wall. He groaned in pain and struggled to free himself. As he struggled he could see a black cloud start to form from under the front door and move towards him.
Sam wondered for a moment how the Demon had gotten in but then he saw the crumpled form of the old woman from the desk lying on the floor near the door and knew that the Demon must have tricked her into helping him. Sam struggled against the invisible bands that held him against the wall, but he couldn't get free.
"Don't worry, Sammy. This won't hurt at all. I'm sure you remember my son," said the demon casually.
The black cloud rushed towards Sam and Sam struggled against the invading demon.
"No! Don't!" Sam shouted as the last of the black cloud entered Sam. With one final jerk Sam closed his eyes and went completely still. When his eyes snapped open again they were pitch black.
The YED released his hold on Sam's body and he dropped to the floor with a cat like grace before rolling his shoulders experimentally. "Hello, father," Sam said with an evil grin.
"Son," the YED said.
Sam looked down at his hands and body taking stock before he pulled up his shirt to reveal the stab wound in his side. He was already starting to heal and as he stared at it, then wound closed completely leaving not even a scar. He then looked up at his father with those black, soulless eyes. "There, that's better. They'll be waiting for me to come. He told them about his vision."
The YED nodded. "Yes, I figured as much. So let's give them a distraction." The two of them smiled wickedly and then left the motel room.
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Dean lay in the hospital bed and worried about his brother. How could he have been so stupid? He knew something wasn't right yet he had let it go.
He figured he'd get it out of Sam sooner or later. Now, it was too late. His brother was gone and he couldn't protect him. Instead Sam was trying to protect him and that just felt wrong. That was his job: to protect Sam. He wished that it didn't have to be like that though.
He wished that his brother could have a normal life. Hell, he wished he could have a normal life, but no. That was part of the Winchester curse. They had lost so much in their lives and suffered for so long and all because of that cursed yellow-eyed bastard. Sometimes he just wished that it would all be done.
Now the Demon was after Sam, and he wanted to kill Dean to get him out of the way. Well, damn if he was going to let that happen.
Suddenly he was aware of Missouri hand holding his and he looked up at her slightly startled. He tried to smile to reassure her that he was okay, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.
She could feel his inner turmoil and her heart broke for him. He and Sam had seen so much in their short lives. It shouldn't have to be this way. "He'll be okay, Dean. You'll see."
Dean just nodded slightly before looking away.
Missouri let Dean's hand go before going back to her reading. Bobby sat in the other chair in the room on the other side of the bed between Dean and the door with his hat pulled down over his eyes pretending to be asleep, but Dean could tell by how he held himself that he poised to act if need be. The room felt tense as the three didn't know what was going to happen next or who they could trust.
If the demon found out that Sam had left, he may try to use someone else to get to Dean, and that proved to be nerve wracking. They had set up as many wards as possible around the room without drawing too much suspicion from the nurses and now they just had to wait.
There was a knock at the door and a nice looking nurse with brown hair walked into the room. "Hello just came to check on our patient. I need to check his wounds and take his vitals, so could you step outside for a moment?" She smiled sweetly at Missouri and Bobby and then went to get the clipboard and some gloves.
Dean and Bobby shared a wary glance wondering whether she could be possessed.
Finally Dean broke the silence. "Christo."
The nurse turned to him with a confused look. "Excuse me? Did you say something?" Her eyes were a soft green color, not the pure black that they expected and all three of them released a small sigh of relief.
Dean gave one of his award winning smiles. "Nothing, I just had a tickled in my throat." He coughed as if demonstrating.
The nurse just looked at him funny and turned back to what she had been doing.
Missouri and Bobby left saying they'd be just outside and left Dean alone with the nurse. He ran his fingers absently over the knife he had hidden in the bed and then quickly hid it under his pillow before she turned back around.
"So how are you feeling today, Mr. Coolidge?" she said as she came over to the bed and started to take his vitals.
Dean looked at her name tag and gave her a bright smile. "I'm feeling pretty good, Sarah." I'd be better if I knew where my brother was.
She just smiled and then took his pulse. "No pain?"
Dean shook his head. "Nope. The burns a little itchy, but no big deal."
She wrote down some stuff on his chart and then looked up at him and motioned to the burn on his leg. "May I?"
Dean nodded. "Sure."
She pulled back the covers and removed the bandage to reveal the handprint burn on his thigh. It looked like it was healing nicely. "It's probably itchy because it's healing. It looks good, shouldn't leave too much of a scar." She got some ointment and put it on the wound. "How'd you get it anyways?"
Dean shrugged slightly. A ghost burned me. "Don't remember really."
She re-bandaged the wound and then turned away to pick up the trash and write some notes.
Dean watched her as she wrote on his chart, but soon she looked up at him and he felt embarrassed for staring. He looked out the window as she finished up. "Hey, I was wondering when I can get outta here?" He turned back to her and she had finished writing and was loading a syringe with some kind of drug.
She smiled slightly. "Well, I don't see any signs of infection in your leg, and your vitals seem pretty good." She turned towards him and then put the shot into his I.V. bag. "I'll have to talk to the doctor, but I'd say probably pretty soon." She turned away and threw away the needle. "Maybe even today." She smiled at him.
He smiled back. "That's great. Hey what was that?" he said looking down at his arm. Where the I.V. went in was felt kinda funny.
Sarah just shrugged. "Oh, nothing. Just something to help you sleep."
Dean gave a lopsided grin. "But why would I need something to help me sleep? It's the middle of the day?" Suddenly he found it hard to breathe. His chest and throat constricted and his breath came in short wheezing gasps. His heart rate started to rise and he knew he was in trouble. "What did…you…give…me?" Dean gasped out as his vision started to blur.
Not answering him, Sarah stepped closer to the bed and started to lower the head of the bed. "Don't worry, Dean. Just relax. Let the drug work."
Dean shook his head jerkily as he felt the funny sensation start to spread throughout his body. What was happening? He gasped for air as he fumbled for the call button, but Sarah grabbed it away from him.
"Now you don't need that. I'm already here," she said sweetly as she smiled down at him.
Dean looked up at her with panicked eyes. "Christo," he said breathlessly.
Sarah flinched and her eyes turned pitch black as the demon showed itself.
Oh shit. "Help!" Dean tried but there was no sound that came out. He gasped trying to ward off unconsciousness but couldn't get air into his constricted lungs. He tried to sit up but found that he couldn't get his body to cooperate. Come on, damn it!
Suddenly Sarah pulled the pillow out from under his head and Dean's head flopped back with a dull thud. "Here, why don't I help you with that?" She then forced the pillow over Dean's face and he struggled helplessly as she suffocated him.
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Bobby and Missouri waited out in the hallway just outside Dean's door waiting for the nurse to finish.
Suddenly Missouri felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and she gasped in surprise. Something was wrong.
Bobby heard her gasp and looked at her in confusion. "Missouri?" he asked in concern.
Missouri continued to stare off into the distance not acknowledging Bobby's presence. She reached out with her mind to Dean wanting to make sure he was okay and felt his cry for help. She then grabbed Bobby's arm in a tight grip. "Bobby, something's wrong."
They hurried back into the room and could see the nurse holding a pillow over Dean's face and Dean's meager attempts to fight back. His hands curled around her forearms weakly as he tried to pull the pillow away.
"Damn it!" Bobby shouted. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a bottle of Holy water as Missouri moved to the far corner waiting for her opportunity to help Dean. "Christo!" he yelled at the nurse.
She jerked slightly and turned to Bobby with black eyes as she continued to suffocate Dean. "You're too late," she growled as she turned back to Dean.
A shiver of fear shot through Bobby and he threw the Holy water at her. She cried out in pain as it burnt her skin and she finally let go of the pillow before launching herself at Bobby.
Missouri hurried over to the other side of the bed and pulled the pillow off of Dean. He looked at her with frightened eyes as he gasped for air. She looked at the heart monitor and saw that his heart rate was through the roof as the monitor began to blare in alarm. "Oh, hell," was all she said.
Bobby let out a strangled cry of pain as the demon tried to throttle his neck and Missouri felt a frisson of fear shoot through her. She quickly picked up the book she had set by the bed earlier and began to read the exorcism she had bookmarked.
Bobby and the demon continued to fight as Missouri quickly read through the ritual hoping that Bobby could hold on to her long enough for it to work.
About half way through the ritual, the door opened and another nurse walked into the room. "What is going on? Oh my, God!" She took in the two fighting and the alarm going off and just froze.
Sarah turned to her and she saw the black eyes and just gaped in shock. Sarah growled in frustration and then tossed the new nurse across the room with an invisible force. She landed in a heap against the wall and was then still.
Bobby took advantage of the momentary distraction and broke her hold on his throat and then spun her around until he had the demon in a strangle hold. "Now, Missouri, finish it!" he shouted.
The nurse that had come in sat up painfully and watched in shock as Bobby had Sarah in a strangle hold and Missouri continued to read the exorcism. When she finished, Sarah cried out and the demon flew from her body as an oily black cloud which disappeared into the floor.
Sarah's body slumped lifelessly in Bobby's grip and he slid her to the floor gently.
Missouri quickly closed the book and looked at Dean. He had passed out and she could tell he was barely breathing. The alarms continued to sound their alert to his distress and Missouri quickly turned to find the other nurse still sitting on the floor in shock. "Help him!" Missouri shouted in desperation. "He isn't breathing."
The nurse, Betty was her name, snapped out of her shock at what had just happened by Missouri's cry for help; got up on shaky legs and headed over to the bed. She hit the code blue button and then started to work.
Bobby quickly moved Sarah out of the way as the room suddenly became filled activity and noise.
"He's crashing. No breath signs. Patients unconscious. Heart rate's 175. Blood pressure's 90/40 and dropping."
"We gotta get his breathing stabilized," said a new nurse.
Dr. Howitz came running into to the room having heard the code blue. "What's happening?"
"Respiratory arrest."
"Okay, can you get an air way?"
"No, damn it, his airway's too constricted," the nurse trying to stick a tube down Dean's throat said.
Dr. Howitz rushed over to the head of Dean's bed. "Here, let me try," he said as he tilted Dean's head back even further.
Betty pulled Bobby and Missouri from the room not wanting them to see anymore and led them to the waiting room down the hall.
"Is he going to be okay?" asked Bobby.
"Just let them work. He's in good hands for now," Betty said as calmly as she could muster at the moment her nerves still a little frazzled. She then looked around to see if anyone was listening and then spoke quietly. "Okay. What just happened in there? I mean Sarah's eyes…" Betty trailed off not really knowing how to describe it. "And you two were fighting, and then you were saying something in Latin, and then-"
Missouri put a calming hand on her shoulder and Betty stuttered to a stop. "Sweetie…don't worry about it right now. I know you have a lot of questions, but right now is not the time. Just know that she was trying to hurt Dean, and that we stopped her. Okay?"
Betty just looked at Missouri as she tried to wrap her mind around all of it her eyes still a little frightened. "But what do I say, if they ask me what happened to Sarah?"
Bobby answered this one. "Just tell them that Sarah was trying to kill Dean and that we fought her off. That's all."
Betty just stared at him for a second and then closed her eyes holding up her hands in an 'I give up' gesture. "Okay." She sighed heavily. "Okay, I can do this. I better get back and help out."
Missouri gave her a sad smile and a nod and Betty took off for Dean's room.
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Several hours later, Dr. Howitz came out of Dean's room.
Missouri and Bobby stood to face him. "How is he?" asked Missouri.
Dr. Howitz sighed. "He's stable. He's still in critical condition though. His heart stopped but we were able to get him back. We had to intubate him to get his breathing back under control. We'll have to do a few more tests, but it looks like he may have had an overdose."
"Of what?" asked Bobby.
"We're not sure yet. Like I said we need to run a few more tests. In the mean time, we'll be monitoring him. If he makes it through the next twenty-four hours, he should be okay. Unfortunately, we won't know if there is any lasting damage until he wakes up."
Bobby and Missouri gave a slight sigh in relief. Dean was completely out of the woods, but at least he was alive. "Oh, thank God," said Missouri quietly.
"Now," Dr. Howitz said with a steady gaze. "With that said. Can either of you explain to me what the hell is happening here?"
Bobby and Missouri looked at him with puzzled looks.
"I mean, it's not every day you have two nurses end up unconscious in a patient's room and have no recollection of what happened. I talked to Nurse Betty and she says that Sarah was trying to kill Dean? Now, I know Sarah and I know she would never do anything like that. So…you two better give me a good explanation or I'm calling the cops." The doctor fixed the two with a hard look and waited for them to start talking.
"Well, Dr. Howitz…it's just that-" began Missouri.
Bobby suddenly spoke up. "Is there some place a little more private we can speak?"
The doctor nodded and asked for them to follow.
Missouri gave Bobby a confused look and Bobby gave her a look that just said 'Trust me.'
They followed the doctor into an examination room and closed the door. "Okay, now what?" he asked.
Bobby shifted nervously and then looked up at the doctor. "This is strictly confidential and nobody can know what I'm about to tell you. Okay?"
Dr. Howitz looked confused but nodded. "Okay, I understand."
Bobby nodded and then sighed like he was telling a huge secret. "Dean and Sam aren't exactly who they say they are." Bobby could see the anger start to rise in the doctor's face and he quickly continued. "Their name isn't Coolidge, it's…Winchester. And the reason they changed their name is because they're in the Witness Protection Program."
Dr. Howitz looked lost. "What?"
Bobby continued. "You see, they're in the Witness Protection Program because they when they were younger, they witnessed a horrible murder; and the people that did it are after them. They've already tried a couple times to kill them. Unfortunately, there have been casualties; but so far, we've been able to protect the two boys. We thought they were safe, but it looks like they've found them again. They kidnapped Sam, and that's when Dean called us in. We've been sent to protect them while they were in the hospital, but obviously that's not stopping them. So-"
Dr. Howitz held up a hand. "Wait, wait... You mean to tell me that someone's trying to kill Dean and Sam? Why didn't you say something before?" he said rather heatedly.
Bobby frowned slightly. "We wanted to keep the exposure to a minimum. We didn't know who we could trust and we had hoped that this would be over soon and we could move on, but…things kinda got out of hand."
Dr. Howitz just snorted and turned away from them before rubbing a hand across his face. "So this whole time… You two knew that they could be in danger, but you didn't say anything."
Bobby just nodded reluctantly.
Anger clouded the doctor's face and he turned his full attention to Bobby. "Do you realize that you put everyone in this hospital in danger?"
Missouri finally spoke holding up a hand to try and calm the doctor. "We know that it was dangerous, but we hoped that the threat had passed."
Dr. Howitz just looked at her, anger flaring just below the surface of his eyes. He then sighed and scrubbed a hand across his face again. "Okay. Okay. So…now what?"
Bobby shrugged. "Just continue on like you have been. Maybe reduce the amount of people that come in contact with Dean. There was a nurse, Betty I think her name was, she walked in on what was happening earlier."
"What did happen earlier?" asked Dr. Howitz.
Bobby pressed his lips together trying to figure out what to tell him. "Just know that it wasn't those girls' fault what happened. They were just pawns in this game."
Dr. Howitz frowned in concern not liking their explanation. "So what do you want to do about, Betty?" he asked.
"We'll talk with her. Maybe she can help us. Other than that… The fewer people that know about this, the less of a security risk we'll have. Hopefully, we'll be outta of here in a day or two and you'll never see them again." Bobby and Missouri held their breath as Dr. Howitz tried to process all of this information.
"How do I know if this is real? I mean…do you have badges?"
Bobby pulled a badge for the FBI he had in his back pocket for just in case of emergencies like this and showed it to the doctor.
The doctor looked at it carefully and Bobby tried not to smile knowing that it would hold up to his scrutiny. After all, he had nicked it from a real FBI agent. "Now, usually I'd say contact headquarters to confirm our story, but in this case we're worried that there might be a leak and that would just tip them off. So you're gonna have to trust us."
The doctor shot him an annoyed look and then handed the badge back. "Okay, I'll go along with this, but I'm not going to endanger my staff any more than I have to. I'll see if I can get him transferred to a different room. I'll make Betty his main nurse. Hopefully, Dean will be well enough by in a few days to be discharged. We'll run a few more tests to find out exactly what happened and hopefully his breathing will become stable by morning. I'll make sure to check on him first thing in the morning."
Bobby and Missouri thanked him and then he left to arrange the room transfer.
As soon as he left Missouri turned to Bobby and gave him a smack on the arm.
"Ow, what was that for?" Bobby asked as he rubbed his arm.
"If I didn't know better, I would've believed that whole…cock and bull story. Where did you come up with that?" she hissed as she sat down in one of the chairs in the room.
Bobby just shrugged slightly. "I don't know. It just hit me and I went with it."
Missouri just shook her head. "I know. I could hear you come up with it as you went. Next time, try to come up with something not so complicated. Lordy be," Missouri said in mild exasperation.
Bobby just smiled slightly as Missouri rubbed a hand across her tight neck muscles and tried to gather her thoughts. "You have to admit. It's a pretty good cover though."
Missouri just glared up at Bobby and then shook her head and made a tsking noise. "Hunters," she grumbled under her breath and Bobby's smile just increased even more.
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A/N: Okay, so there it is. Let me know what you think by pressing the little button and sending me a review. I love reviews. They make me so happy. Just like chocolate chip cookies