A Whiter Shade of Pale Ch. 11
Disclaimer: See first chapter
Author's Note: To avoid confusion between stories, this story is the one where Sam is 13 years old and was stabbed outside their motel room by a man who was drunk.
Previously: Stumbling out the back door and bracing his hand along the wall of the building as he stumbled down the back alley way, he suddenly found himself face to face with a man who seemed to appear from out of nowhere. "Wh-what'dya want?" he slurred drunkenly as he gazed up at the blond headed man of approximately six foot tall who stood in his way.
"You," the stranger answered with a sinister smile.
"M-Me? Wha' did I do?" the drunkard questioned, leaning against the wall in an effort to stay upright as his world began to spin around him.
"You hurt something that belongs to me, and for that, you must pay with your life," the man answered with a sinister sneer.
"Yo-You're crazy man. I din't hurt nothin," the man named Jack claimed, too drunk to really be afraid of what the man had just said.
"Oh, but you have my dear drunk friend. Let me remind you," the stranger stated just before his eyes glowed an iridescent yellow. Raising his right hand, he placed it palm forward on Jack's forehead causing the drunkard to relive the moment he stabbed a young innocent boy who was only trying to protect his father.
"N-No. It was a-an accident. I din't mean to hu-hurt the kid. I swear, it I din't mean it," Jack sobbed loudly as he slid down the wall, his hands raising to cover his face. "It wasn't…I didn't mean it."
Looking at the sniveling man with contempt, Azazel couldn't help but once again be reminded how weak all humans are, or at least humans without the advantage of a few drops of his blood flowing through their veins. They were good for nothing more than being worn as meat suits by his kind. But this human…this human would never have the chance to be graced with such a privilege. This human had to be taught that you just don't mess with his chosen!
"That makes no difference to me. You hurt the boy who I have chosen to stand by my side someday and lead my army so prepare to suffer." With those words, Azazel squeezed his right hand into a fist and twisted it in a half circular motion, then watched in satisfaction as Jack grasped his chest and moaned in pain when his heart felt like it was literally being squeezed from the inside out. Releasing the invisible grip he had on the man's heart just before Jack succumbed to the pain, Azazel smiled once again.
"You didn't think I was going to make it easy on you and kill you so fast did you? No, you made my prodigy suffer, so I am going to make you suffer too," he informed the useless piece of filth as he formed his hand into a letter 'c' shape and started squeezing it, the motion effectively choking the whining wimp now kneeling before him.
"Please, I didn't mean to hurt the kid," Jack rasped out, the sound of his voice barely audible as his face turned a dark shade of red from lack of oxygen.
"Quit your damn sniveling," Azazel roared, releasing his grip and looking disgustingly at the man who had begun to wet his pants in fear.
"Please, I…."
"Enough," Azazel ordered, silencing the man with a mere move of his finger. "You will now feel the burn of a knife as it sinks into you the way it did into my chosen one."
(Small Torture Scene Ahead)
Jack watched in shocked horror as a gleaming silver switchblade appeared from nowhere and then levitated in front of his eyes before dipping lower towards his stomach. He opened his mouth in a silent scream of abject terror as the knife was jammed into his stomach and very slowly dragged across from hip to hip. He wretched violently as he felt a hand reach into his now gaping stomach and latch onto his intestines and slowly began to pull. Vomit spewed forth from his mouth as he stared disbelievingly into the yellow eyes of the man who was eviscerating him alive. His eyes seemed to ask 'why' just before he mercifully passed out and died just moments later.
(Torture Scene Over)
Satisfied that the man had paid severely enough for his misdeed, Azazel disappeared from sight to allow the insects of the night to come feed on the slowly cooling body that he left behind.
~~Supernatural~~
Awaking early the next morning as the sun came up, John tugged a hand through his disheveled hair as he sat up in the reclining hospital chair and looked over at his youngest son who was finally sleeping contentedly in his hospital bed. The kid had been having a bad night filled with nightmares of the stabbing until Dean had climbed into the bed with him and held Sammy close. Thankfully, his baby had rested well ever since.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, John stood up and stretched the aches from his back and then walked over to the hospital bed where he carded his fingers gently through Sammy's hair.
"Dad? Somethin' wrong?" Dean asked sleepily through a yawn as hen squinted is eyes open a mere slit.
"Nah, everything's okay," John informed his eldest with a smile. "Go back to sleep. I'm going to go get a cup of coffee."
"'Kay. Bring me some when you come back?" Dean whispered questioingly, his eyes closing and his breathing evening out in sleep before his father ever left the room.
Exiting the room and walking down the hallway filled with an antiseptic smell, John couldn't help but hope that Dr. Brad Spencer was right, that this would indeed be the day that Sammy got the stomach tube removed along with the Foley catheter. He knew Sam was getting better, but he wouldn't fully believe it until Sammy was up and walking around on his own.
Digging in his pocket for some change, he fed three quarters into the coffee machine at the far end of the hallway and then breathed in deeply when the aroma of hot coffee filled the air. Damn but he needed a strong shot of caffeine.
Waiting for the hot liquid to stop poriong, John reached in and pulled the hard plastic cup filled with coffee from the dispenser area and then tipped it to his mouth and sighed in satisfaction after swallowing down the first dregs of the hot sludge.
Drinking the coffee down within short order, he quickly pulled some more change from his pocket and bought another two cups, one for Dean, and another for himself. Making his way back to Sammy's room, he was surprised to see both his boys awake since it was still relatively early.
"The nurse came in to take Sammy's vitals and it woke us both up," Dean explained upon seeing the surprised look on his father's face.
"Did she say anything about when the doctor would be here?" John asked, handing over one of the steaming cups of coffee to his eldest child.
"She said he was running a little late so it might be around 9:00 or so before he arrives," Dean answered, slipping out of the bed and sitting in a chair before sipping on the hot java his father had given him.
"Well, at least that will give Sammy the time to finish eating before the doc has to remove the stomach tube and the catheter" John voiced, knowing that it was time for Sam's breakfast to arrive.
"Dad, please, your embarrassing me." Sam, mumbled, his cheeks turning a deep crimson as a female candy striper walked into the room carrying his breakfast tray just in time to hear the words.
"Aw, it's okay sweetie, there's nothing to be embarrassed about," Janie informed the youngster with a wink as she placed his breakfast tray on the portable table and pulled it over to Sam's bed, lowering it to her young patient's level before lifting the lid from the tray and exiting the room.
"Well what do you know, Little Sammy's got an admirer," Dean cooed aloud as Janie left the room.
"Shut up, jerk," Sam grumbled, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the nasty looking scrambled eggs that lay on his tray.
"Make me bitch," Dean retorted, just as a loud knock was heard at the door.
"Who the hell could that be?" John questioned as he pushed himself to his feet.
"Ya got me," Dean answered with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Striding over to the door, John opened it quickly as was surprised to see two uniformed officers standing at the door.
"Can I help you officers?" John asked, recognizing one of the officers from he night Sam was admitted to the hospital as he motioned them to step inside.
"Mr. Slade, can you tell us your whereabouts last night at approximately two o'clock in the morning?" Officer Jason Marks asked as he stared at the hunter intently.
"I was right here in this room with my sons, asleep," John answered as he glanced towards Dean and Sam before turning back to the officer. "Why?"
"Do you have someone who can corroborate your statement?" Jason asked as he pulled his notebook from his pocket.
"I told you we were sleeping. Why would I need someone to corroborate what I said?" John asked anxiously as he glanced from one officer to the next.
"Last night, the man who stabbed your son was found murdered in an alleyway. Witnesses say they saw a man of medium build running from the scene wearing a leather jacket, much like the one you wore the night of your son's attack," Officer Matt Speight answered as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
"What? And you think my dad did it? Your nuts," Dean intoned, as he stood up defensively.
"He has motive," Richard answered as he took a threatening step forward.
"No, you can't arrest my dad," Sammy yelled, pushing the portable table away from him and attempting to climb from the bed, gasping at a sudden pain in his stomach.
"Sammy stay in the bed, you're going to hurt yourself, son!" John bellowed as he watched his son swing his legs over the side of the bed.
"No, they-they can't take you away," Sammy sobbed, his face paling considerably as he felt a tearing, burning sensation in his stomach.
"Daddy, De, hur's," He garbled just before his legs gave out and he slumped towards the floor.
"Sonuvabitch," Dean gasped, catching his younger sibling just in time to keep him from hitting the floor.
"What in the hell is going on here?" Dr. Brad Spencer's voiced boomed as he walked into the room in time to see his young patient collapse.
TBC