TRUST
Chapter 10
Disclaimer: Same as before. I don't own anything.
A/N: Hey guys. Thank you sooo much for all the great reviews. I love hearing your comments. Also, thanks to all of you out there who have stuck with this story through all the REALLY long wait times between updates. You guys rock.
Also, in case you don't remember. Vinny Delfingo is the ghost that has possessed Dean, Virgil Hagen is the guy he was sent to kill, and Anthony Tessio a.k.a. Tony the Knife is the mob boss who sent Vinny to kill Virgil.
Sam and Bobby pulled up outside The Wandering Coyote Motel, and before they were even completely stopped Sam was jumping out of the passenger seat. He quickly ran to the front office and noticed that nobody was there.
Opening the door, a tinkling bell announced his entrance. "Hello?" he called out with desperation in his voice. He pounded on the desk bell hoping that someone would hear him, but nobody came. He was just about to leave when he noticed a piece of paper and a room key lying on the floor just behind the front desk.
He quickly hurried around behind the desk to see what it was. As he bent down to pick up the stuff he heard the bell above the door tinkle and then Bobby's gruff voice.
"Sam?"
Sam quickly stood up holding the paper and key. "Yeah." He studied the paper and his face went white. He quickly looked behind him to the row of keys and then took off for the door.
Bobby followed him in confusion. "Sam?"
Sam's long legs quickly ate up the distance and Bobby almost had to run to keep up with him. Bobby knew something was wrong when Sam pulled his gun from his waistband and came to a halt outside one of the motel rooms. "He's here," Sam whispered and Bobby nodded in understanding.
Suddenly a gunshot was heard from the other side of the door and a cry of pain.
"Dean?" Sam yelled and without any more hesitation he kicked in the door.
Everything seemed to happen so fast. At first, Bobby wasn't sure what he was looking at. The door flew open and Sam entered with his gun raised. Bobby following quickly behind. He searched the room trying to assess what danger there was, and then he saw them. A man tied to a chair in the middle of the room covered in blood, and then he saw Dean with his gun still pointing at the man's head. Bobby raised his gun aiming at Dean not exactly sure what to do next.
"Dean?" Sam asked hesitantly never letting his aim waiver from his brother.
Dean stood stock-still gun pointing at the man in front of him who, Sam could see, appeared to slowly be bleeding to death.
"Vinny?" Sam asked again and finally Dean looked at him. His eyes were slightly glazed and he moved with rather jerky movements. "Put the gun down," Sam hissed as he moved slightly closer to Dean yet never letting down his guard.
Dean stared at Sam for a moment before fire sparked in his eyes again and he turned back to the man they knew had to be Virgil. "Not until he's dead," he said harshly and then cocked the gun again.
Sam looked at Virgil and was surprised by what he saw. He was tied to a chair and was beaten pretty badly, but the worst was that he had a long gash across his forehead and temple that were bleeding horribly apparently where the bullet had grazed him. His head was rolled back and Sam could tell that he was barely hanging on.
Sam looked between his brother and the dying man not knowing what to do. Dean gritted his teeth and Sam knew what was going to happen. "Wait! Wait. You don't have to do this."
Vinny stopped and looked at Sam. "Yes. I do. It's the only way this will stop." He looked at Sam with those expressive eyes of Dean's and Sam could see the desperation there.
"What will stop? You having to repeat this?" asked trying to make sure that he understood.
Vinny just nodded and turned back to Virgil whose gasps for air were getting more and more infrequent.
"There is another way," Sam said.
Vinny then turned back to him with confusion and wariness in his eyes.
"We can give you last rights. Put your soul to rest." Sam slowly lowered his gun and held his hands out to his sides in a non-threatening manner. "This could be over."
Bobby's gaze flitted between Sam and Dean and the dying man as he tried to figure out if Sam's ploy was going to work. He really didn't want to shoot Dean, but if it came down to it he would.
Vinny just stared at Sam for a moment longer and then finally nodded. "Okay." He lowered the gun and stepped away.
Taken by surprise, Sam stood there dumbfounded for a moment before quickly going to see if he could help Virgil. He assessed the damage and grimaced in concern. The gash in his head was deep and blood poured from the wound. Sam quickly grabbed some towels from the bathroom to help stop the flow of blood. Bobby continued to watch what was happening with his gun at the ready still not sure whether to trust the possessed Dean or not.
"Bobby, can you perform the last rites?" Sam asked never looking away from Virgil as he continued to try and stop the bleeding.
"Sam, I-" Bobby hesitated not wanting to leave the boy alone especially when Dean was not himself.
"Bobby, please." Sam then looked at Bobby with those big puppy dog eyes pleading and Bobby knew he couldn't resist.
Bobby finally nodded and then looked at Dean one last time. The young man had pulled away from Sam and was leaning against the wall with his gun still in hand ready if need be at a moment's notice.
The way he held himself and the way he stared at Sam with an intense gaze sent shivers down Bobby's spine. It reminded him so much of Dean when he was in protective mode that it was uncanny. Bobby swallowed nervously and then went to his truck to get the supplies he would need.
Sam checked Virgil's pulse and breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was there. Faintly, but still there. He pulled the towel away so that he could get a better look at the damage and winced in sympathy. He knew it would need stitches, and as much as it was bleeding he would probably need some blood too.
Bobby returned with the first aid kit, a bible, some holy water, and a censor. "How's he doing?" he asked as he set the kit down beside Sam.
Sam looked at him with frightened eyes. "Not good." He didn't say anymore but his eyes traveled to Dean before he began to open the first aid kit.
Bobby nodded and then turned to the young man standing against the wall. "You ready?" he asked.
Dean pushed away from the wall to stand at a relaxed attention in front of him and Bobby quickly lit the incense in the censor before taking a steadying breath.
"Oh, Holy Host above. I call upon you to sanctify our actions this day…" Bobby continued the blessing as he swung the censor and then motioned for Dean to kneel in front of him. "I call upon the Archangel Raphael, master of the air, to make open the way…"
Sam watched with baited breath as Bobby made the sign of the cross on Dean's forehead with Holy Water and then continued. "Let this being be awakened to the world beyond."
A brilliant light filled the room making Sam and Bobby squint against it and then just as suddenly it was gone. Dean was motionless for a moment kneeling in front of Bobby before he swayed slightly.
"Dean?" Bobby asked hesitantly not sure if the ritual had worked.
Dean blinked slightly glazed eyes a few times and then focused on Bobby's face. "Bobby?" he asked with confusion in his voice and then promptly collapsed in a heap on the floor.
"Dean!" Sam yelled in concern wishing that he could go to his brother.
Bobby knelt beside the young man and checked his pulse and breathing before sighing in relief. "He's okay. He just passed out."
Sam sighed in relief feeling some of the tension leave his body. He then got back to the business of helping the injured man in front of him. "Bobby, we gotta take him to a hospital." He motioned to Virgil and Bobby nodded.
"I'll take him. Make sure he gets help. You take care of Dean."
Sam smiled hesitantly in thanks and then helped Bobby untie Virgil and get him to his truck. As Bobby drove away, Sam came back into the room to check on Dean. He was still out and Sam sighed heavily before hauling his brother to the closest bed. By the time he was done and Dean was lying comfortably on the bed, Sam was breathing heavily. "Dude, you so need to go on a diet," he joked knowing that he wouldn't get a response.
He looked at Dean and ran a hand through his short hair. He looked so young, his face free of the wary vigilance that always seemed present when Dean was awake. A sort of child-like innocence that he had lost long ago. Even when he slept, Dean never completely let down his guard. Yet, Sam knew that his brother wasn't sleeping. If he were just sleeping, Sam would've never been able to get this close without Dean knowing about it.
After checking to see if Dean had any injuries and removing his brother's shoes, Sam sighed in relief and sank down on the bed opposite him. He put his head in his hands suddenly feeling extremely tired and wanting nothing more than to sleep. But he couldn't. Not quite yet. He rubbed his hand across his face and looked again at his brother. "Now I guess I just wait," he thought.
Sam had been waiting several hours for Dean to wake up and he was starting to get a little worried that he hadn't even so much as twitched a muscle. The longer he waited the more nervous he became that something was wrong.
No, his body's probably just tired from the long-term possession. He'll be fine.
Sam sat at the little table in the room staring at his brother and trying not to look around the room. He had forgotten how hideous it looked and if he accidentally looked at the wallpaper too long he got a headache. Finally, unable to take the silence any longer he grabbed his phone and stepped outside.
The cool air felt great against his skin and he took in a deep breath trying to relieve some of his nervous energy. He looked around the motel parking lot and noticed the Impala sitting near the office and his heart gave a slightly giddy leap of joy at the sight. He hadn't even seen it when they first arrived. I guess I was a little preoccupied.
Looking down at his phone he quickly hit speed-dial and waited for Bobby to pick up.
"Hello?" Bobby's gruff voice rumbled through the line.
"Bobby, how are things going?" Sam asked as he walked towards the Impala.
"I haven't heard much. Of course they won't tell me anything because I'm not family. How's Dean?"
Sam grimaced slightly. "The same. He hasn't even moved since you left." He reached the car and started looking it over. If there was so much as a scratch, Dean would be pissed and Sam wanted to make sure that nothing had happened to it since Dean couldn't right now.
"Do you think something else might be going on?" asked Bobby picking up on Sam's worried thoughts.
Sam shrugged knowing that Bobby couldn't see. "I don't know. I mean…he might just be tired after the whole…possession thing." He circled the car running his hands over the cool black metal taking comfort in its solid exterior. "I just wish he'd wake up you know," he said kind of sadly as he stopped at the passenger side door. Suddenly missing his brother greatly. He knew it was stupid, but seeing the Impala and not having Dean mooning over it sent a pang of regret through Sam's heart.
Bobby was silent for a moment. "I'm gonna come back to the motel. There's nothing more I can do here; maybe we can do a cleansing ritual or something. Make sure that there isn't anything else there that might be screwing with Dean."
Sam sighed in relief and leaned back against the Impala. "Thanks, Bobby."
"No problem, Sam. Now don't worry so much. You're brother will be fine." With that Bobby hung up and Sam clicked his phone shut.
After collecting himself for a moment longer, Sam continued his circuit around the Impala and then tried the driver's side door. His eyebrows raised in surprise when the door popped open. He quickly leaned inside to inspect the interior and found the keys hanging in the ignition. "Oh, Vinny, be glad you're gone because Dean would definitely be pissed with you." With a slight smile at the thought of what Dean would have done to Vinny spirits Sam took the keys and then locked the car. He got a few things from the trunk and then headed back to the room.
As soon as he pushed the door open, Sam knew something was wrong. For starters, Dean was nowhere to be found. A shiver went down Sam's spine and he cautiously put down his supplies beside the door before taking out his gun. He moved slowly into the room not sure what to expect. The bathroom door was open so Dean couldn't be in there, but where was he.
"Dean?" he called out hesitantly.
There was no response and Sam swallowed down his fear before quickly scanning the room for any kind of threat. As he looked behind the broken front door he heard a small sound from the other side of the room. He swung swiftly in that direction, gun in front of him, and looked for the source of the sound. As he got closer, he caught a glimpse of Dean and quickly lowered his gun.
"Dean?" he asked softly as he approached his brother. Dean was huddled in the corner with his knees pulled up tightly against his chest and his face buried in his arms. He was rocking slightly and Sam wasn't sure…Was Dean crying?
Sam knelt down in front of Dean slowly not wanting to scare him and tentatively reached out a hand. When he touched Dean's arm, Dean jerked away and tried to pull even further back into the corner.
"No, please," Dean pleaded his voice muffled against his arms. "No more. Please, no more."
Sam's heart broke to hear the pain in Dean's voice and he had to swallow hard against the lump in his throat. "Dean, it's me, Sam," he said quietly not wanting to frighten his brother any more than he already was.
Dean stopped rocking and finally after what seemed like forever to Sam peeked his head up above his arms. "Sam?" he asked his voice quavering in disbelief.
Sam smiled slightly and nodded. "Yeah, Dean, it's me."
Dean just looked at him. His eyes barely visible above his arms and then he seemed to retreat even more. "No, you can't be here. I failed. It's my fault. My fault." He buried his head in his arms again and started to rock back and forth with more intensity.
"No, Dean, it's not you're fault. It was, Vinny. Not you." Sam reached out to Dean again and he recoiled even more.
Dean shook his head. "No, no, NO!" He pushed Sam away and then began to scramble over the bed to get away.
Sam fell back in disbelief and watched his brother scramble across the bed like a scared animal. Once on the other side, Dean just stood there breathing heavily as his eyes stared wildly around the room. Never once landing on Sam.
"Dean." Sam pulled himself up slowly making sure not to make any sudden moves. "Dean, please. It wasn't your fault. You were possessed."
Dean bit his lip as his eyes continued to shift around the room. "I hurt you," he said quietly not sure which way to go.
Sam slowly moved around the bed trying to make it closer to his brother. Dean stood in the middle of the room looking like he might take off at the slightest wrong move. "I know. But I'm better now." Sam inched a little closer and Dean glanced warily at him and then looked away again. "And I know that it wasn't you."
Dean finally looked at him and Sam froze at the hurt he saw there.
"It wasn't you. You could never hurt me. You're my big brother," Sam said as he came a little closer reaching out a tentative hand.
Dean looked at him like Sam might hurt him but he stayed his ground. Sam finally moved in to touch Dean's arm and Dean flinched at the light touch.
"Please," Dean whispered almost on the edge of tears.
"It's okay. It's over." Sam wrapped his hand around Dean's arm and came a little closer trying to pull his brother towards him.
Dean moved jerkily against Sam's pull but finally turned towards Sam and locked eyes with his little brother.
"It's over," Sam said steadily trying to make Dean see it.
Finally Dean crumbled and his lip quivered as his emotion boiled over. Sam pulled him into a tight hug and he could feel his brother's tense body shudder with sobs and fear as he buried his head in Sam's chest. Finally, Dean let go and melted into Sam's embrace as he clung to Sam's shirt. They slowly fell to the floor with Dean still buried in his little brother's chest and Sam stroking Dean's hair.
"Shhh, it's okay. It's over. It's okay." Sam continued to comfort his brother as Dean let all of his barriers down and just let everything pour out. They sat like that for they didn't know how long. Sam just rocking Dean slightly and his brother just letting all of his emotions show.
When Bobby walked into the room to find the two brothers sitting on the floor, he didn't know what to say. He just watched the younger comforting the older Winchester, the two boys oblivious to everything around them. He swallowed hard against the lump in his throat and then quickly turned and left the room without saying a word. Some things were just better left alone.
A/N: Okay. So one more chapter left and then I think this story will be done. (sniff) Hope you liked this chapter. A little longer than usual. Just let me know by pushing that little button on the left and leaving me a review. I always love to hear what you have to say. Good or bad. Until next time.