New Chapter! I feel like I should explain that this story is AU, cannon up to John's death. They still haven't killed the yellow eyed demon. Think of this as an alternate time-line with parallel attributes to the original series. Kind of like the anime series. A lot of parallels but a few things out of series order.
Ask questions if you like and please enjoy.
Chapter Nine
Charlie's P.O.V.
The ride in the patrol car was tense. I couldn't relax and the longer that it took to get to the motel, the stronger my sense of foreboding grew. My brother was in the lead and I had no doubt that he would stop at nothing to get the brother's behind bars.
My phone rang and the agent I was sitting by glared at me. I picked it up with out looking at who was calling as it was the phone Sam gave me.
"Hendrickson," I barked out.
"Sammy's hurt, told me to leave. I won't be able to follow him to the hospital. I'll be by to pick him up in a couple of days. It goes against everything I've been taught, but I am trusting you to take care of my brother. If I didn't trust him as well as I did. I would be following him to the hospital." Dean gritted out. I could see the motel, patrol cars and an ambulance was there already.
"I won't let him leave my sight." I murmured.
"Clean and wipe the phone. It's not safe to use. The towers will have picked up the signal and I know that your brother will be looking at records as soon as he gets a moment. I'll contact you when I can."
"How?" But he had already bugged out and the car stopped.
I ignored the hub-bub and went to the ambulance. I figured that if Sam was as hurt as I think he was, then he'd be there in less then a minute. I was right.
I could see my brother arguing with the EMT's. I recognized Sam's formed and limped over a little faster.
"This man is under arrest."
"That's fine, sir. But he needs a hospital now. You can follow, but we won't allow you in the vehicle." My brother was about to say something else, but was called over to the victim by his current partner. I heard him curse and point to a standing officer and barked at to follow the ambulance.
He didn't spare me a glance and for that I was grateful.
I stopped the EMT's, "Angie, I need to go with you."
She scowled, "I know you heard me talk to your brother already." She wasn't as irritated as she pretended, otherwise her accent would be peaking through.
I grinned and pulled a trick out of Sam's bag, "Didn't you know? I'm engaged to the punk." I said and pulled out my Mother's wedding ring.
She sighed, "Kid what say ye?" Her Cajun accent coming out in her annoyance. Now she was annoyed. She'd probably been on clock for several hours and didn't want to cause a seen.
He cracked an eye open, "It's okay Mik."
The two EMT's put him in the back. Angie's partner went to the front and Angie worked on Samuel.
"I thought I said it was Sam?"
I started, "huh?"
"You've got that look on your face when your thinking about me at Samuel."
"I thought you said you couldn't read minds. You didn't follow the plan."
"Of course I did, I just followed mine. Dean would have followed yours but I changed the circumstance because I didn't like the original outcome." He stated, but didn't answer my first question.
Angie startled me my slapping Sam upside the head, "Why din't ye tell me that it was an ath'me?" Her accent got a lot thinker.
"Mik, It doesn't matter, I'll be fine."
"Donna a tel me it don matta."
"What the hell is going on? And why are you calling Angie, 'Mik'?" My question would go unanswered for now as Angie's phone rang.
"'Ello?" whatever was said made her swear in a language I didn't quite know. She sighed and handed the phone to Sam. "What did you fool boys get into." Her accent under control in her weariness.
"Sam." He barked. He scowled and then said, "fuck you, bitch. I'll do this on my terms and my terms alone. You can't stop me." He then hung the phone up and told Angie, "I love you Mik, but next time your mother calls me, don't hand me the phone."
She sighed, "ETA is ten minutes, what's the plan?"
I wanted to scream in frustration at the lack of answers. Then again I wanted to know how the hell Samuel thought he was going to get of this, then I was going to chain him to a bed and beat the damn answers out of him. He smirked at me as if he knew what I was thinking. He clicked his tongue, "So violent, the plan is, I go to the hospital and get treated for the rather serious, if not life-threatening wound. Charlie make sure my brother stays away until my say so. I need your phone." I held my tongue and handed him the phone he gave me. He did the strangest thing. He swiped him hand over the phone, it sparked as if it had gotten zapped by an electrical charge. WTF.
Sam's P.O.V.
Right after Dean leaves
My brother was going to be utterly pissed when he realized what I did to him to get him to leave. Hopefully I would be at the hospital surrounded by feds by then. He really didn't like it when I used my empathy to push suggestions in his mind.
The Feds were already barging in. I didn't pull the athame out, even though is was poisoning my blood stream, I would be find. It was acting like a plug for a slow leak. The athame didn't hit any of my organs, but if I was foolish enough to pull it out I could bleed out, and that wasn't on my to do list.
My brother and I had found out that I was immune to several poisons when a run in with a demon hit man went wrong. Dean had been down for the count and I'd been sevearly injured and still trying to fight off the demon who been trying to collect a bounty by taking out my brother. I'd thrown him into the lit furnace with a bit of telekinesis and damn near blew up the house. I'd found out later once I'd taken Dean to the hospital that I'd been very lucky to be alive. I'd actually crashed there in the ER once my brother was taken in to see a doctor and the nurses had hell trying to figure out why. My heart had stopped then restarted before they were able to get me back into a room. I was told that my body had been able to fight off an unidentifiable poison and I was lucky to be alive. It seemed that one of my 'gifts' was an immunity of sorts. It would come in handy against the athame's poison.
My thoughts were broken at the sound of a familiar voice.
"BP is 80 over 40, breath soft, heart rate erratic." Shuffling me and moving me onto a stretcher.
"That man is under arrest, I can't let you just take him."
"Sir he's dying. If we don't get him to a hospital now he won't make it." It was Mik's voice. She was exaggerating my condition a little. I couldn't help but love her for it. I wanted to laugh but that would hurt too damn much. I felt Charlie come up to the ambulance. That girl was trouble in a small package. I saw another vision of her in front of a hospital. Men with guns and then a familiar presence and the vision broke. The poison was fucking with my powers.
I grinned when I heard Charlie's reply mirroring the one I gave not to long ago.
Mik's accent got stronger when she was irritated and I knew she was annoyed at the situation that she found us in. "Kid, what say ye?"
I cracked an eye open, I'd had then shut the entire time in an attempt to keep out the conflicting emotions I was feeling everywhere. "It's okay, Mk."
I could feel the train of Charlie's thoughts taking an annoyed and curious tone. "I though I said it was Sam?"
"Huh?"
I grinned, I did enjoy my little mind games and Charlie was as easy as Dean to mess with. I would have felt guilty, but I'd learn to take my fun when I could get it. In the world my brother and I lived in, we didn't have a lot of moments where we would have fun. "You've got that look on your face when your thinking about me at Samuel."
"I thought you said you couldn't read minds. You didn't follow the plan." That was true three months ago. It wasn't quite true anymore. Like many of the kids from the demon's plan, once our gifts started to manifest, they just kept getting stronger. My armory was becoming much bigger than my brother or I would like and he didn't even know it all.
"Of course I did, I just followed mine. Dean would have followed yours but I changed the circumstance because I didn't like the original outcome." I told her. I would answer the other question in a more private setting. I trusted Mik with my life, but I couldn't say the same about her partner.
I was literally slapped from my musings as Mik slapped me upside the head, which was impressive considering the angle I was laying down at. "Why din't ye tell me that it was an ath'me?" Her accent got a lot thicker. I'm glad we weren't alone in or I'd get a lecture that would probably make my ears bleed.
"Mik, It doesn't matter, I'll be fine." I tried to sooth her.
"Donna a tel me it don matta." She was still pissed, I'd have to try and change the directions of her thought. I didn't want her thinking about things that could put her in danger. There was a reason that her mother hated me.
"What the hell is going on? And why are you calling Angie, 'Mik'?" That would be a story for another day, Mik's phone rang. Speak of the devil.
"'Ello?" Mik barked in her accent. She let off an impressive string of curses and handed the phone to me. I sighed and took it. I really didn't want to listen to what her mother had to say. Mik asked, "What did you fool boys get into." Her accent was back under control. She was still irritated, but now I knew she wouldn't pursue matters that didn't involve her. I would have to thank her later.
"Sam." I barked out, possibly a little harsher than I wanted to.
"What the 'ell did you do. You shouldn't have changed things so much. Dean would have lived, the girl should have died. You've just painted a big fuckin' target on that little slip of a thing. There is a reason no one knew about her until know. No you've point the finger at someone who can't protect herself yet. By the way you little bastard, stay away from my daughter.
I knew the look on my face was set to kill. Angela was one of few people in the world I possibly hated more than the yellow eyed demon and that was saying something. "Fuck you, bitch. I'll do this on my terms and my terms alone. You can't stop me." I wanted to say more, but I knew it would be pointless. I turned to Mik, "I love you Mik, but next time your mother calls me, don't hand me the phone." I left it unsaid that I wanted to kill her.
She sighed but didn't pursue the matter, just said, "ETA is Five minutes, what's the plan?"
I knew Charlie was almost at her breaking point in her confusion, but she would have her answers sooner than she would like. I felt a small amount of pity for her, she was about to be brutally shoved into a world that wanted to break her and use her for its whims and she would be able to do very little to stop it.
Instead I clicked my tongue to show my annoyance at her sharp mental 'Samuel' and smirked at her rather violent train of thought, her and Dean were quite a bit alike, "So violent, the plan is, I go to the hospital and get treated for the rather serious, if not life-threatening wound. Charlie make sure my brother stays away until my say so. I need your phone."
Surprisingly she held her tongue when the questions were just waiting to burst free. She handed the phone over and I moved my hand over it and sent a small telekinetic charge at it. It acted much like a magnet to completely destroy the phone. I handed it to Mik and she tossed it in the bio-hazard bin.
Mik gently pulled the athame out and threw it in the bin as well. She would dispose of it later. She used her supplies to temporarily clot the wound until I could get into surgery. Mik's partner pulled into the entrance and he answered my unasked question. "I don't talk to feds."
I nodded and Charlie hopped out of the back to stop the other fed from getting too close. Mik and her partner got me out of the ambulance and rushed me into the hospital. I was given something and I knew nothing in less then 10 seconds.