AN1: It's premiere tonight and I hope you guys from US help us getting a better rating for this. I dedicated this premiere episode (Hahahaha... just pretend that I'm the one who create the show) for my beta reader Green Witch 2 who always help me a lot, kindly use her time to correct my buckets of errors as usual. She said she's not going to watch it tonight because she's not from US but still, this episode is for her. Have your nice moment with our boys, doesn't matter when is that going to be.
AN2: There's a little HurtSam in this chapter but don't worry, I'm not going to change from DeanCentric to SamCentric even I love them both. Hahahah... So enjoy this chapter as long as the premiere party! REVIEW PLEASE!
Summary&Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
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You Have Done Enough for Me
Chapter XI
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Sam locked the Impala before jogging a little to the hospital entrance. He held the old newspaper lower above the head to shield himself from the light raindrops. He was halted for a few times when the wind flew the leaves falling from the tree, hitting his face on their way down. He cursed himself for choosing the far place to park the car but it was better that way since it was the only secure place he could find for the Impala from the risk of being hit by anything. The weather was not too good. Besides he didn't want his brother whining the whole day and worried about the damn car rather than his own health.
The hospital entrance was still quite far from him. He increased his pace when the wind grew stronger, bringing along the light rain, made them feel like heavy drops even when they were not.
THUD!
He nearly fell backwards when suddenly he bumped into something, no, not something, someone. He blinked a few times trying to get a closer look at the man in front of him, who also fighting his balance. The wind was getting heavy, made him squint his eyes a little more, worsening his view.
"Sorry." The grudge voice uttered from the capped man who held his face down, ready to move away.
Sam opened his mouth to say something, at the same time he dragged his left foot backward, trying to get a little space from the man when his boot accidentally tipped his jeans, making him tumble over. On reflex, he drew both hands forward, gripping the man's arms hard, welcoming the supports to steady himself. But when he tried to express his thanks, suddenly the white bright light flashed back into his eyes.
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Heavy breathing could be heard all over the room. A strong hand gripped the upper shirt, dragging the limp form over the wet bathroom floor before opening his clutched fingers, dropping the young man with a heavy thud. The dark figure moved inside the tub, pulling the tab and waiting for the water to rise.
The floor around the young man started to turn red, the same colour as the long track painted over the bathroom floor. His chest rose and fell in a non-rhythmic movement. His black shirt was wet from the blood. One of the hands still held onto his chest, close to a couple of stab wounds, hoping to ease the pain a little but couldn't.
Dean inhaled a deep breath, shutting his eyes in pain as the result. His skin was deathly pale, becoming more bluish each second. The cut on his forehead never stopped bleeding, the throbbing in his head kept hitting his skull, not even once wanting to help him lessen the suffering. But the thing that dragged his mind most was the pain from the wounds. His chest was itching, and hurt, and heavy, and tight. It became more difficult to breath. He could feel his own blood filling his left lung. Each time he tried to draw some air, it was like a hundred sharp knives slicing his open flesh.
Dean closed his eyes, praying for something, something that could take his mind away from all this pain. Blackness started to pull him into their land when he felt two big strong hands grip his shirt, yanking him from the floor into the bath tub. He landed on his back, knocking his head a few times against the hard surface. The water splashed, wetting his face, extracting his mind from unconsciousness. He wanted to open his eyes but the water washed them shut. He tried to breath, gasping, his lungs screaming for air but his effort left him choked with the amount of water flushed down into his throat.
Dean attempted to struggle, using all his last strength to push the hard grips on his shirt that pinned his body down beneath the water. But the grips became harder and his fight became weaker and weaker. After a few seconds, blackness was calling his name once more. He was ready to accept the comfort when the man jerked him up above the water level, sending him gasping for the fresh air.
The move zapped him some small new energy. Dean managed to bring his left hand to grasp the man's black jacket, but for sure, it was not enough. The guy just laughed at his slow try. From the shirt, the man brought his left snake tattooed hand to Dean's neck, strangling his opponent by squeezing the neck harder, keeping the young man from breathing.
One last attempt, Dean tried to get loose from the attack but he failed. He heaved a little harder for oxygen. His lips started to turn blue but he didn't want to give up yet. He was not going to let this guy win, or feel any satisfaction from his action.
But his body didn't understand. He wanted to fight harder, telling his mind to never stop. But he couldn't fight the rule. He didn't have the power. Good guy would never always win. Bad guy would never always lose.
"I'm sure your death will pay everything. Good bye, Winchester." The voice whispered in his ears.
Dean closed his eyes.
He lost the battle.
'I'm sorry Sammy. I'm sorry…' His mind spoke before his body collapsed into the red water.
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"Gahh!" Sam gasped, blinking his eyes a few times. Nausea started to tickle his throat but he managed to hold up. He knew the vision was just for a few seconds but he downloaded quite a length of what had happened. He just saw everything happened in the bathroom that night. Why here? Then he remembered the guy. Their arms still locked. His pair eyes immediately stamped to the tattoo on the guy's left hand.
It was a snake. A flared black snake, the same tattoo like his vision.
Rage started to fuel his ears. His eyes widened in realization. Standing before him in black jacket, with baseball cap and sunglasses was the guy that he tried to find all this time, the same person who tried to finish the man he loved the most, the only man he called brother. It was this man who did that.
Sam grabbed the guy's collar, moved his face closer to the other face, breathing faster to control his anger. "You…" He didn't know what to say so Sam just stared at the man. His face was red and his nose flared. But even underneath the sunglasses, Sam could feel vengeance and hatred fired through the glare behind the thick black surface.
And beyond his awareness, a fist flying to his jaw, followed by a hard kick on his chest, sending him falling down on the asphalt. The man tried to run but Sam successfully grabbed his lower jacket, halting him for a stop. But the man was fast, really fast. His fingers aim his left pocket, unfastening a small knife in a flick second before shoving the sharp material to his opponent.
"Aahhh!" Sam moaned, quickly withdrew his hand when the knife met his left arm, tore open his jacket and shirt's sleeve. The instinctive response cleverly taken by the guy as a chance to leave.
The cut started to draw blood but not bothering to waste anymore time, Sam pushed himself up, running after the same way until he was stopped on a corner by confusion. He circled his frame to his right and left, but there was no lead that the guy had ever even been there.
"Shit. Shit! Shit!!!" he yelled, as his foot kicking the air. Son of a bitch! If only I could catch him…
He gritted his teeth, trying to calm himself down. The rain started to turn a little heavier than before, accompanied by the hard blow from the wind, enough to send a shiver down his body. I'll kill him. I'll kill him if I ever see him once again. Dean would…
"Dean." Something hit his mind. His face paled. They bumped at the hospital. If the man had been in the hospital, then maybe he went there for his brother. Oh God. No… no… Dean… Please be okay. Please be okay.
Sam dragged himself back into the hospital, brushing off some gasps at seeing his bleeding arm. He ran faster, couldn't think of anything, even nearly stumbled over a few people on his way to his brother's room. He passed the nurse's desk when they realized his state and the way he went to. "Sir, sir! You can't go there! You're bleeding! It's ICU!" A nurse shouted at him as he ignored her.
The closer he was to the room, the faster his heart pacing in his chest.
"Dean!" he cried, gripping his hand hard on the door frame.
"Sam?" Bobby turned around from the sleeping form on the bed to the voice at the door.
Sam tried his best to hold his tears from falling down. There was his brother, sleeping peacefully, surrounded by beeping sounds that caught his ears in steady rhythm. And maybe it was the best sound he ever heard. Sam tried to move closer to his brother when a small hand grabbed his upper arm, stopping him from getting into the room.
"Mr. Singer. You're bleeding. You can cause an infection to the patient." The nurse said. Sam looked at her, starting to process the logic.
"Sam, what happened? Are you okay? You're bleeding." Bobby voiced his concern in whisper, not wanting to bother the sleeping Winchester.
"He… he's okay? Nothing happened right?" his voice was shaking. As he said, he moved backward, standing further more from the room but from where he could still see his brother.
"He's okay Sam. He just fell asleep, couple of minutes on top. Why? What happened?"
Sam eyed the nurse who nodded, understanding the sign. "I'll be back." She said before leaving the family.
"I just found him, the guy who did this. He was here before. We bumped at the car park." Bobby looked at the Winchester in shock. Guilt rushing into him.
"Oh, Sam. I'm sorry. Dean managed to get me to leave for lunch. I thought it was okay since Dr. Neave was with him. But when I was back, there was nothing unusual about him. And he fell asleep a few minutes after that."
Sam sighed and mumbled. "Of course there's nothing unusual, Bobby. Like you don't know him."
Sam bit his lower lip. His eyes fixed into the room on the still figure. He didn't know what to think right now, but one thing for sure, he was going to kill the bastard, for whatever reason this thing happened in first place. I promise, Dean.
TBC
SM
How was that? Did you enjoy it. I kind of sick of this hospital. But you need to be patient. Maybe in Chapter 16, I'll get our Dean out from the hospital. But that's not the epilogue. Just wait and see where this thing is going to be. For now, please REVIEW!