-Waves excitedly!- Sup everyone! I wanted this up earlier today with a goal! Before the Supernatural episode tonight lol. But I had to work and then dinner and… well.. yea! Then I made an other goal. BEFORE Leno came on! … Well then a sibling stopped over and we had to converse so it got pushed back to Conan…
haha.. Now that it's CARSON… Its time! Lol
I have to give a shout out to Relativity1953 for giving me a LOVELY suggestion and some good info pertaining to the story! Thank you so much! There will be more to come in an other chapter. You'll see!
On a side note... I had a bad dream last night that Jensen Ackles died doing a stunt on the set of Supernatural. It had something to do with falling down stairs? ALSO in the same dang dream one of my Dogs died in her sleep! Needless to say i've been snoogling that pooper all day and was greatful to enjoy Jensen tonight in this latest episode. I blame it the popcorn i had last night during Idol LOL so lets cross our fingers for better dreams tonight!
Well anyways! My contacts are coming off my eyeballs and my bladder hates me so enjoy this next installment! Night all!
The next morning Sam was up with the cows. He had a mission and wanted to get it done fast so he didn't leave Dean alone for too long.
The younger brother had pulled a handgun from the waistband of his Jeans and handed it to the older hunter. Dean tore his eyes from the small television and reached up to accept the weapon without argument. Sam had assured him that he wouldn't be long. He was just going to get Gas and a few provisions before they checked out that afternoon. Dean didn't have to know what those specific "Provisions" where and they had stayed long enough... it was time to move on. It was safer if they kept moving.
When Sam returned back to the room a note greeted him on the bed. It had alerted the younger sibling as to the whereabouts of his big brother. He didn't like finding the empty room but at least this time there was a note. The fear of losing his brother again rose up in his throat when he saw the empty room. He certainly was going to berate his sibling as soon as the time was right.
Sam entered the coffee shop and spotted Dean at a booth close to the back. A part of him huffed at the fact that Dean left the room without him this morning. He knew how rough things had been lately for his big brother but the fact that he didn't seem to want his help or company made Sam feel useless and depressed. He had to keep shaking off the feeling and remind himself that his brother was indeed a Winchester and that's just how things worked.
Sam slid into the cushioned seat across from his brother, grateful for once that there was a booth that could contain his height without knocking his knees on the table. Once settled he watched as his brother pulled his hands from his jacket pockets. He squeezed them tight a few seconds before placing them around the steaming cup of coffee resting in front of him.
Dean was fidgety, jumpy, not at all at ease and Sam would have to have been blind to not notice Dean's attempts to get his hands warm. They still were giving him problems and Sam hoped deeply that this side effect wasn't a lasting scar for the rest of his life… especially if it affected his hunting.
"You seem really anxious." Sam watched Dean as he shook his leg. The motion shook the table top slightly.
"And I'm gonna be for a while..." Dean replied never taking his eyes off of the mug as he ran his fingers over the handle. "So lay off…"
"Sorry… I'm just concerned."
"Yea I know…" Dean paused in an apologetic silence. "Just wish I didn't need it."
Sam's eyebrows fused in confusion. "What… my concern?"
"Your worry…" Dean never looked up at Sam but lifted the Coffee mug to his lips slowly and took a slow sip. Seemingly indifferent to the depth of the conversation the brothers were starting to sink into.
"Sorry Dean… but I almost lost you. Do you know how it felt to see you like that?" Sam's voice was calm… a whole lot calmer then the rest of his body was. If his outer emotions were anything like his inner emotions it was quite possible the table his hands rested on would have exploded into tiny little pieces.
"No..."
Sam bit his lip with ferocity and looked around the diner. He needed to look anywhere but at his vacant brothers cold eyes. The same eyes that avoided Sam's since the moment he sat down. The bubbling frustration had now reached to the top and unfortunately the younger Winchester had no control as he felt it spill over. "No you don't! I got into that room and saw you… lying there… I thought I was already too late…"
Dean didn't answer him but did finally give a flicker of a glance to his sibling. He really didn't want to relive this now especially when it still wasn't straight in his own mind yet.
"I don't mean to be short with you Sam. I can't help it."
Sam nodded, releasing a breath he didn't notice he was holding. The drugs were probably still wreaking havoc on his brother to an extent he couldn't' fathom and he understood that just fine. But Dean couldn't use that excuse all the time and something told him the Dean he was getting now was part Drug induced and part honest to goodness Dean Winchester.
The two hunters sat in silence for a few minutes. Neither knowing what to say… or better yet… how to begin something to break the silence. Sam fiddled with a napkin edge while feeling the small weight of the object in his pocket. Something Sam hoped carried the answer and solution to the torment he saw etched in the features of the man sitting across from him.
It was now or never… The faster he got this out the faster they could get things somewhat back to normal.
"Dean… I have an idea."
The older brother glanced back up again at Sam's voice. "Thinking is a dangerous pastime Sammy…"
"Maybe in your case."
"Oh snark… nice one." A small smirk fell on Dean as he focused on his coffee cup once again. Sam relished in the tiny victory. At least he got a small smile out of him though it didn't make the next thing he was going to say any easier.
"I talked to Jenn…"
"Huh?" Dean finally looked fully up from the interesting coffee mug straight into Sam's big brown eyes. The little brother misconstrued Dean's slightly shocked expression with confusion.
"Jenn… Nurse Jenn."
"I know who Jenn is…" Dean snapped. Did he really mean to snap like that?
"Well... I told her."
The older hunter exhaled exasperated. He didn't want anyone brought into this. It was bad enough the Roadhouse crew was involved. Dean was starting to really question Sam's ability to keep his mouth shut.
"Now wait a second. Just listen."
"Did I say anything?" Sam was hushed up for a brief moment at the thick attitude thrown his direction and tried to ignore his brothers' pissy nature. Was irritability a side effect?
"She gave me a few remedies."
"Remedies…"
"Yea. I told her what Gordon used on you. She gave me a few ideas."
The elder rolled his eyes. "Oh this should be good."
Sam reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a bottle of clear liquid. Clearly it was a medication and Dean inwardly shuddered at having more drugs pumped into him. He looked back and forth from the bottle to Sam. "Well… I guess you didn't just go and gas up the car did you…" Dean said matter-of-factly. "What is it?"
"Its called Chemet. Jenn said it's used to disolve the Mercury so you pee it out." Sam set it on the old diner table and slid it a bit towards his brother. Dean reached a shakey hand over to snatch it up, reading the small print on the label.
"Lovely…"
"Well… I figured… I … its just. I kinda figure that out of the three things he gave you… the Mercury one was the most serious. That one has long lasting effects. If we could just get that under control you'd be back to normal. No more shaking, no more cold hands and feet. You wont be so tired… and uh.. you wouldn't be so mean."
Dean looked up at his brother with an innocent look that screamed 'Who me?'
"I'm not mean."
"Yes you are."
The two brothers had a mini staring contest of wills and Dean, knowing he was wrong, backed down first.
"Ok I'm being a bitch... fine. So this is suppose to help?"
"That's what she said. She said drinking some Orange juice or milk wouldn't hurt either. And a bath in epsom salt too. Its supposed to draw out the Mercury in your system through your pores."
"We'll have to find a cleaner bathroom for that nonsense. But… I suppose I can deal with that."
"Well you are gonna have to… cause your taking this and your not going to fight me on it." Sam's voice was stern and his glare was piercing. His words cleary insinuated one thing… 'I want 'my' Dean back'
"I'm not going to fight you Sammy. This is just hard." Dean's voice was a whisper and it was Sam's turn to be shocked. Dean? Admit something was hard?
"I know… I'm sorry."
There was silence as Dean fiddled the coffee mug with his unsteady right hand some more. Sam suddenly felt the need to take the damn mug away so Dean would stop focusing on that.
Sam cleared his throat with unease. He had something to say and he just couldn't hold it in any longer. "I know that you probably don't want to hear this. But the night I found you… it was so scary Dean. I thought for sure you were going to die in my arms."
"In your arms?" A screw face busted on the older brothers features, obviously trying to ignore Sam's moment of emotional throw up.
"Knock it off Dean… I'm just trying to let you know what it felt like."
Dean exhaled again and accepted he wasn't getting out of this… though… he'd never wish Sam to know what his experience felt like.
"You were foaming at the mouth, which I read later was a side affect of the mercury, but there was blood in it. I thought for sure that this time there was no turning back. There was no Le Grange. There was no miracle healing like at the hospital."
Dean snorted at the slight mention of his fathers 'deal'. "That was not a miracle Sam."
"Yes it was… Dad gave you that miracle and I wish you'd just god damn accept it!"
"How about we change rolls and see if YOU can accept it!"
Sam opened his mouth to retort but slammed it shut just as fast. They were receiving unwanted attention from the other Diner patrons and he really didn't want to argue with Dean over this now. He leaned in closer and lowered his voice. "You are such a stubborn ass you know that?"
"Yea… I do."
"Well good… its just… the thing is… there WAS a miracle. You healed… again! I don't understand any of it. I don't know how… I don't know why and honestly if I never find out I will be just fine with it. I'm going to file it under 'don't look a gift horse in the mouth'."
Dean was silent knowing that the answers Sam wanted kept hiden would come up eventually. He didn't know it all but he played the game in his head over and over. He had an idea of what was going on and had no doubt Sam's ability to blame everything on himself would show its ugly head once he knew. Dean didn't want to deal with that now. He didn't have it in him for that talk, so he refrained from commenting and Sam took the hint that this conversation was slowly ending.
"Anyways… This stuff is suppose to help. So we'll see how it goes."
"Yea I'd like my hands to stop shaking so when I fire a damn .45 in Gordon's direction I wont miss." Dean was serious… as serious as a heart attack and Sam felt himself balk at the anger that radiated off the other hunter. Dean got up from the booth slowly, unable to hold a wince from the ache in his lower back and tossed a few dollars on the table for the coffee. "If we have to get out of here then get your ass moving."
"Dean? What happened to your back?" The question was out of the blue but over due.
"I don't know."
"Yes you do. What did he do to your back? You are speaking better now and your shaking issue is getting better… so it's the only thing that didn't heal."
"You really want to know?"
"Yes!"
Dean put both hands flat on the table, leaning down to look straight into Sam's face. "Remember that knife lodged in my god damn stomach Sam?"
Sam swallowed thickly and glanced away, the unwanted memory flashing in his mind. He wanted this whole time for Dean to just look his direction and now that his big brother was staring him square in the eye he had to look away.
"Well Sammy it was a pretty fucking big knife… The end had to go somewhere."
Dean stood up slowly to his full height, taking his hands off of the table and out of Sam's face.
"Think about it…" And with that Dean slowly but menacingly escaped the small diners confines and disappeared out into the late morning sunshine.
Sam sat open mouthed for what felt like forever. Shock and sadness overcame his senses. It made complete sense. Gordon's knife went far enough down into Dean that it could have easily stabbed him in the spine… or a nerve… something in that area. Oh god! The pain his brother must still be in… and here he sat here gushing his own feelings!
But why didn't THAT heal? This lack of answers was really getting old.
What he didn't know was that those answers had watched him for two days now from the backseat of his brothers black Chevrolet Impala.
Dean made his way back to the room with more pep in his step then he'd had in a long time. Adrenaline from his anger at the world was to blame for the surge of energy moving his limbs. Soon that would dissipate but for now he was going to milk it for all it was worth. All he wanted to do was pack up and get out of here. He needed to move on… keep moving. Somehow he felt like the more he distanced himself from where this terrible nightmare had started then the better he'd get. He'd have to apologize to Sam eventually but right now he wanted his little brother to simmer in the information he had just given him. Sam was desperate for answers and Dean wasn't ready to give them yet. Not one to be pushed into anything, he threw Sam a bone to gnaw on for a while. Sam would be all Emo about it for days and leave him the hell alone.
The hunter was halfway back to the room when movement caught his eye.
Dean wasn't near close to full strength but his hunter instincts clicked in as he stepped sideways and grabbed a handful of fabric from around the corner of the old motel. A young kid emerged from around the corner, held by the scruff of the t-shirt. Dean mashed him into the wall in front of him.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you that stalking is a creepy hobby?" Dean took in the look of the young teen in front of him and grimaced. The kid couldn't have been older then 13 or 14 years old. His once white shirt matched the hue on his skin with an unmistakable layer of dirt. It was hard to tell what color the teen's hair actually was and at the realization that the odd smell permeating into the hunters senses was from the boy that stood before him, Dean released his hold and took a step back. He unconsciously wiped his hands on his jeans trying to get the dirt and smell as far away from him as he could.
"I wasn't stalking."
"I figure you may have missed a few classes there kid. Standing in dark corners spying on someone is considered stalking."
"I wasn't spying or stalking."
"Well you certainly were making my business yours…"
"I… I… well it sorta is." The kid stammered and looked down to his worn dirty shoes.
"Excuse me?"
"You don't remember me?" The young boy couldn't help but to cower in this mans' presence. Even after seeing what he had seen he could tell this man in front of him wasn't one to be trifled with on a normal day.
"Should I?"
"Yes sir… I…" The young kid paused for a brief moment as he caught sight of the other brother striding toward them.
"Well?" Dean urged while following the kids line of sight. He watched Sam walk up in confusion and turned his attention back to the skinny kid cornered in front of him.
The teen glanced back and forth from one man to the other before settling his eyes back to Dean.
"I…I was the one that healed you."
I use to be the queen of Cliffies and don't seem to have that knack with my Supernatural fic lol... i'm on a mission to get my title back again lol Don't hate me!