Here is the next chapter for you all. It gets a bit wild so be prepared. I hope you enjoy.
Cindy.
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"It h-hurts Dad. Oh G-God, it hurts."
John leaned over and took Sam's face gently his hands. His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he gazed into the pain-filled eyes of his youngest son.
"Oh Sammy. I know it hurts baby…I know it does," John said softly.
"Dad…" Sam whispered before squeezing his eyes shut as white hot pain sliced through his abdomen.
"What is it Sam? Sammy?" John asked urgently.
Sam panted through the pain, sweat beading on his forehead. As the pain ebbed, he slowly opened his eyes. John's worried eyes gazed intently at him, his thumb gently caressing Sam's cheek.
"N-not a b-baby Dad…" Sam said breathlessly.
John chuckled as he lowered his forehead to his son's. He could hear relief in his older son's chuckles; relief at hearing some of the Sam they knew coming out through his pain.
"I know you're not a baby Sam, but you are my baby," John said softly.
Sam smiled slightly, his eyes moving to fall upon the worried face of his older brother. "D-don't worry D-Dean. 'M okay. M-may be d-down, b-but not out," Sam gasped, his breaths coming in quick pants.
"Hey squirt, let's put your oxygen mask back on so you can breathe a little easier," Dean said as he moved the mask back over Sam's face, a sad smile on his lips.
Sam rolled his glassy eyes then jerked slightly when he saw the unknown man who stood at the foot of his bed. Seeing Sam's confusion and fear, Daniel placed his hand reassuringly on Sam's shoulder.
"This is Detective Casey Sam. He's investigating your attack," Daniel explained.
Sam's eyes remained locked on the detective as the man rounded the bed to stand next to Daniel. The man had a gentle smile and kind eyes, but in those eyes you could see that they had witnessed far too many terrible things. Before the detective could speak his first word John interrupted causing the man to pause and turn his attention away from Sam.
"Uh…Dean, why don't you go see if you can round up Dr. Heely. He'll probably want to know that Sam's awake," John instructed his middle son.
"Yeah, sure thing Dad," Dean replied obediently. He gave his baby brother a smile as he headed out of the room.
John turned his attention to Daniel next. "Dan, keep an eye on Sam for a minute. I need to talk to Detective Casey…" he said, motioning for the detective to follow him out of the room.
Sam followed the two men with his eyes, reasoning that something was going on but his fuzzy mind wouldn't allow him to piece together any logical thoughts. He turned his eyes to his oldest brother while once again pulling the oxygen mask from his face.
"D-Daniel? What's g-going on? Y-you guys are h-hiding something from m-me. Please t-tell me…" Sam whispered, his teary eyes pleading with his big brother.
"Sam…we aren't hiding anything. We're just worried about you. You've been through a lot…you're seriously hurt…" Daniel explained, his heart breaking for the lie he was telling.
"'M n-not s-stupid…Dan. N-not h-helpless…either. Just…just t-tell me what's…g-going on…" Sam cried breathlessly.
"Sam…come on, you're getting all worked up. The doc says you could hurt yourself more if you get stressed. Please…calm down."
"Th-then stop lying to m-me…ahhhhhh!" Sam screamed with pain, his arm wrapping around his mid-section. His legs move spastically beneath the covers as he tried to breathe through the pain. Tears leaked from his tightly shut eyes, and soft mewling sounds emitted from his tight, pale lips.
Daniel jerked his head to the heart monitor as it beeped wildly, signaling Sam's increasing distress. He quickly pushed the oxygen mask back over Sam's nose and mouth then began to whisper as evenly as he could in an attempt to comfort and calm his distraught brother.
"Shhh…Sam, it's okay. Just breathe…calm down. Please Sammy…please…" Daniel urged, his hand brushing lightly through Sam's sweat soaked hair.
"M-make it s-stop Danny…p-please…make it stop…argh!!!!!!" Sam cried through clenched teeth, the words muffled by the oxygen mask.
Tears spilled from Daniels eyes as Sam's body suddenly arched off the bed. He grabbed Sam's shoulders as his baby brother's body began to shake violently. Sam's eyes rolled back in his head and his hands clenched tightly around the bed railings as his body continued to convulse. The oxygen mask was somehow dislodged from Sam's face and Daniel's eyes widened as pink tinged foam bubbled from Sam's lips, the eldest Winchester sibling losing all traces of sanity at the sight.
"Son of a bitch! DAD!!! Dad…get in here…Dad…oh God…DAD!!!!!"
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John turned to Detective Casey as soon as they slipped into the hall, softly sliding the glass door until it was a mere inch from the doorframe. He stood silent for a moment before he spoke.
"Detective Casey, I know you want to question Sam, but I don't know if that's a good idea yet," John started, his dark eyes staring intently at the lawman.
"Mr. Winchester…"
"John…please, call me John."
"Okay…John. I just need to ask a few questions. I need to find out what Sam remembers about the attack. I promise to keep it brief…" the detective explained.
"Well…we'll see what the doctor says. One thing…you can't say anything about Alisa Chambers. Dr. Heely doesn't want Sam told yet. He doesn't want Sam stressed out. He and Alisa were very close and I'm sure you can appreciate what hearing about her death will do to him," John stated firmly.
"Of course John. I won't say anything that might upset Sam. I…"
Both men were ripped from their conversation and were scrambling to open the door when Daniel's scream tore through the inch wide opening between door and doorframe. They ran into the room and stopped short when they saw Daniel holding down a convulsing Sam.
"Sammy!" John cried as he ran to the other side of the bed.
Detective Casey ran for the door and began screaming for help as the two Winchester men tried valiantly to restrain Sam's jerking body. John stared in horror as the dark pink froth continued to spew from Sam's mouth. Both men cringed at the inhuman sound that rumbled from Sam's throat and in the backround the incessant beeping of the heart monitor served as a gage as to just how serious the situation was.
A sudden bustling from the door tore John's attention from Sam's red, tortured face. Dr. Heely, followed by a shocked and terrified Dean ran to the bed. Nurse Jackie scrambled into the room then rushed to the bed opposite Dr. Heely.
"What the hell happened!?" Dean cried frantically.
"Not now Dean…" John shot, his eyes never leaving his baby's face.
"Jackie, give Sam a dose of his pain medication. We need to ease his pain so he can calm down," Dr. Heely instructed calmly.
Jackie pushed the med button and all eyes watched anxiously for Sam's convulsions to cease. Daniel continued to hold tightly to Sam's shoulders as the teen slowly began to relax. As quickly as the convulsions had started they ceased and Sam's exhausted body collapsed limply onto the mattress. Daniel eased his hands from Sam's shoulders then reached for the washcloth that lay on the nightstand. He gently cleaned the bloody froth from Sam's mouth, chin and throat then once again placed the oxygen mask over his face. He collapsed onto the chair he had been seated on before as he absently massaged his throbbing temples.
Dean's shocked voice broke the relative silence of the room, the only other sound being the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor.
"What the h-hell just happened?" he asked slowly.
"Sam just had a seizure most likely brought on by a sudden increase in either his blood pressure or temperature. What was going on in here before this happened?" the doctor inquired.
All eyes turned to Daniel as he began to softly speak. "He uh…he know's something's going on. He knows we're hiding something from him and he wanted to know what it was. I…I tried to tell him we weren't…lying to him, but he's not stupid. He started getting upset, then he just started shaking and…and the foam…it was bloody…" Daniel halted as he brought a shaky hand to his mouth.
"It's okay Daniel. These convulsions can be quite frightening, but they are usually harmless. Sam most likely bit his cheek or tongue and that's why the foam from his mouth was bloody," Dr. Heely explained.
"But he'll be okay? I mean…that was…God…that was…" Dean stuttered fearfully.
"Well, I'll need to do a scan to make sure he didn't break anything open, but in general the convulsions themselves aren't dangerous. It's the reason behind them that is of concern," the doctor replied.
"Which brings us back to the problem at hand," John's gruff voice sounded. "Sam knows something's not right. How long before you think he figures it out? My son is very smart Dr. Heely. A genius in fact. He's going to figure it out sooner or later."
"Then I suggest you start thinking, because he cannot be told yet. How do you think his body will react if he knows the truth? It could be very detrimental to his recovery," the doctor stated.
Daniel sagged in his chair, his heart finally starting to beat at a normal rate. His gaze never left Sam's pale, sweaty face. He never wanted to see his brother like that again. Never again.
"We'll think of something. We can't let what just happened happen again. We'll deal with the consequences later," Daniel said softly.
"Well good then. I'll go get Sam set up for a scan and we'll just make sure everything is okay in there," Dr. Heely said.
The doctor left the room followed by Jackie, once again leaving the Winchester men and Detective Casey alone. The detective watched with admiration as the three men encircled the bed of their youngest family member protectively. He could feel the love they had for the boy rolling off them in waves and stood back in awe as he witnessed the fierce devotion shown to the unconscious teen.
Detective Casey's eyes moved back to the pile of photo's and the envelope they came in. Taking a pair of thin gloves from his pocket, he quickly slipped them on and gingerly lifted the envelope by one corner. He turned the envelope, noting the lack of writing on either side. Just as he was about to set the envelope down, he noticed something barely sticking out of the opened end. He reached with care and pulled at the corner of the item and a single sheet of notebook paper was revealed.
The paper had writing on it and the detective scanned over the words before lifting his eyes to first the watchful men standing around the bed, then to the unconscious boy who lay there, oblivious to the worried stares of his family.
"Uh…John," the detective said, his eyes lifting to the oldest Winchester.
"Huh? What is it detective?" John queried softly.
"There's a note. It came out of the envelope. You might want to read it," Detective Casey answered.
John rushed to the end of the bed followed closely by Dean. Daniel scrambled up behind them as John reached for the note, careful to grab the corners so as not to destroy any prints that may have been left. Dean and Daniel read over his shoulders, and all three men felt like they had been punched in the guts at the words that taunted them from the page.
Greetings Winchesters
By now you've come to realize just what I can do and how helpless you are to stop me. So many times I could have taken your precious Sammy, but the time was never right. I was right outside his hospital room and you never even knew it.
The night in the park I intended to kill the boy. How dare he laugh and smile and be happy after all he took from me. I am glad however that he survived because I have decided that I want so much more than just his death. I want him to feel my pain and I want you to feel his. I want him to suffer as I have suffered, and I want you to suffer as he does.
Sam belongs to me now, not you. I inherited him and I will take him from you. Soon he will be mine and he will beg me to end his sad, pathetic life. Just know this-you can't protect him, you can't save him and you can't keep him. He is mine to take; he is mine to hurt; he is mine to destroy.
T.W.
John let the note drop to the table and turned to his sons, the fear and rage he felt mirrored on their faces. They all turned to Detective Casey when he began to speak.
"John…who is this T.W.? What did Sam take from him? Do you have any idea who this could be?"
"Uh…T.W. It…it has to be Wilcox. I just don't know…I…" John stammered as he slowly walked over to once again stand beside Sam's bed. "He can't go through this again…he can't…I can't…"
"Go through what John? Who is Wilcox? What the hell is going on?" Detective Casey queried.
Dean watched as both his father and Daniel stood vigil by Sam. When neither spoke, he turned to the detective and began to speak.
"A year ago Sam was abducted near Phoenix by a man named Michael Wilcox. As it turned out, Wilcox was wanted in several states on suspicion of kidnapping, raping and murdering several teenaged boys. Sam managed to incapacitate Wilcox, but the car they were in crashed and Sam was seriously injured," Dean explained before pausing to gather his thoughts and emotions.
"What happened to Wilcox?"
"He had severe head injuries. He was in a coma and then he died. Only later, Sam was attacked in his hospital bed and tortured. We nearly lost him, but he pulled through and we took him to someplace we thought he would be safe."
"But he wasn't?"
"No…he…he was kidnapped again. We were able to track him to a cabin near Prescott, but by the time we got there, whomever took Sam was gone. The bastard had tortured him; nearly killed him and uh…Sam was…he was almost raped."
Detective Casey shook his head, eyes filled with sympathy. He gazed sadly at the boy in the bed, then turned back to Dean.
"What happened? How did Sam…how did he survive? How did he stop…"
"Sam fought back. He wounded the guy and I guess he took off. When we reached the cabin, Sam was alone and beat to hell. He was stabbed in the thigh…he'd lost a lot of blood."
"Was he able to describe the man?"
"No…he just blocked it out. The only thing he said was that he stabbed him in the chest."
"So…could this be our guy?"
"I don't know. The initials are T.W. It could be a brother maybe."
"Or a son…the note said he inherited Sam," Detective Casey pointed out.
"It doesn't make any sense though. His family wouldn't even come see him, and when he died they chose not to collect his body," Dean said softly.
The detective was about to ask more questions when a soft moan sounded from the boy on the bed. Dean rushed to the bed and watched with his father and brother as Sam slowly woke up. Confused, bloodshot eyes shot around the room until they finally rested on Dean's concerned face.
"Hey kiddo…how ya feeling? You scared us pretty bad there ya know," Dean said.
"Wh-what happened?" Sam whispered through the oxygen mask.
"You had a seizure Sammy. Got yourself all worked up…" Daniel answered.
Sam's eyes widened at that and he swallowed heavily. He turned his eyes to John and from out of the blue he asked the question they had all been dreading.
"D-Dad? Where's Alisa?"
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Uh-oh. They knew that was coming. Wonder what they'll do. More coming tomorrow. Take care all and have a good night.
Cindy.
