Months to rebuild, seconds to destroy.
Summary. . . . . . . They thought they could rebuild their lives after the Burton's died, but they thought wrong. Sequel to Dangerous Beings. Mentions of Sam's rapes and abuse in later chapters. Hurt and angst Sam and Dean. Rated T.
Disclaimer. . . . . . I own two seasons on DVD, does that count? Didn't think so, so no they're not mine.
A.N. . . . . . . Shortish chapter again, sorry. But I did say that I wasn't gonna post until tomorrow, so do I get brownie points back? Hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading and reviewing, Peanut x
A.N.2. . . . . Thanks to all who gave suggestions for torture, you really do rival me for sadistic ness. I'm still open for suggestions though, if you have just let me know!
Both men just stood there watching the two boy's on the bed, unable or rather unwilling to move incase either should waken.
As the afternoon wore on and Dean's temperature continued to fall, it was decided by both doctors' to move Sam and Dean into the same room.
A sedative was administrated to Sam so that he could be removed from Dean's bed and he now slept, all be it still drug induced, on his own bed; still with his blanket and Dean's jacket, facing towards his older brother. John sat, almost sentry like, between the two.
Dawn was just breaking when Dean started to rouse. It started with him just shifting on the bed, his head rolling from side to side as though dreaming. At the first sign of his distressed mumblings John was quickly by his side.
"Dean, hey son. It's okay, calm down, its okay."
"D. . . .Dad?"
"Yeah son. I'm here. Try and open your eyes, Dean. It's time to wake up."
Dean tried to do as his dad asked but they felt so damn heavy. Finally after a gigantic effort he succeeded in at least opening them halfway.
"Hey son, you okay? Do you need anything?"
"I'm alright, a bit hot. Thirsty."
John poured Dean a cup of water before helping him up so that he could drink it. Dean managed half of the cup before he was eased back down to the bed.
"You hurt anywhere? Do you need any pills, the doctor?"
Dean shook his head, his eyes already beginning to close as exhaustion hit him.
"'M good."
His eyes closed and he began to fall into the darkness once again.
John had just returned to his seat when Dean shot up in his bed, a grimace immediately placed on his face as the stitches in his side pulled.
"Dean what is it, what's the matter? Son?"
Dean was too busy struggling to breathe to answer, the sudden movement having taken its toll.
"Dean, Dean, shit I'm gonna call for the doctor, okay? Try and relax?"
Dean managed to grasp his dad's arm before he could push the call button. Stuttering badly he managed to finally wheeze his words out.
"D. . .Dad, S. . . .Sam? Where's Sam?"
Grabbing his son's face in his hands, John relaxed slightly.
"Hey Dean, look at me! Look at me!" As Dean looked his way he continued. "He's safe Dean."
Dean's eyes where still frantically searching for a sign of his brother, so John moved to the side and guided his son's eyes to the other bed in the room.
"He's safe Dean and he's here."
Tears clouded Dean's eyes as he finally caught sight of Sam asleep on the other bed and he physically relaxed in his dad's arms. Allowing himself to be placed back down, he spoke up.
"Is he okay? Did she. . . . Did she manage to. . . . . Was he. . . .?" The word just wouldn't come.
John's felt the tears' threatening to fall once more as he looked into Dean's pleading eyes. He so wanted to keep it from Dean, but knew he couldn't. If they wanted to help Sam, Dean had to know.
As John nodded,
Dean crumpled.
"Son I'm sorry, we didn't get there in time to stop it. But Sam's alive Dean and he needs you." At getting no response from Dean, John tried a different approach. "Dean, Sam's regressed so far into his mind that he refuses to do anything. But do you know when he knew you were ill he snuck out of his bed and found your room, just to be there for you."
Dean looked incredulously at his dad.
"Yeah that's right. He wont eat, sleep, drink, anything. But he knew you needed him so he found you. Now Sam needs you Dean, are you just gonna let him down? Feel sorry for yourself?"
"No." Dean whispered.
"Good. Now try and get some rest. Sam's sedated for now and you need to build your strength up."
Dean was ready to acquiesce but had one more question he needed to know the answer to.
"Did you get her?"
His eyes almost closed once again, his body no longer able to resist the exhaustion, but he still heard his dad's reply.
"Yes!"
John waited for Dean's breath to even out before walking into the small bathroom and pulling out his phone. Dialing a number it was picked up after the first ring.
"Hello?"
"Caleb, it's me. Is everything okay your end?"
"Just peachy! Josh got here before we arrived and since then the two guys' haven't stopped wailing."
"What about her?"
"She's as hard faced as her sister was, but we'll knock that smile off her face soon enough. How's things your end?"
"Dean's temperature dropped and he's out of danger now. He still tires easy, but he knows what happened and you know Dean, that'll drive him to recover quicker."
Caleb could feel that John was stalling and pressed further.
"And Sammy?"
John let out a huge sigh before answering.
"Not good. He's not changed. Apart from coming to Dean's room, he's still unresponsive. He still just lies there, staring. They have to sedate him just so he'll sleep. They're mentioning institutions again Caleb, but I'm sorry I just can't allow that, you know? I'm praying that once Dean's up and about, he'll be able to get through. We're just playing the waiting game."
Caleb felt for his friend. He really wished that he was able to split himself in two, so that he could be in both places, but that wasn't gonna happen and he knew that John needed him here.
"When do you think you'll be here to finish this?"
"Give me a few days. Dean should be stronger by then. He and Jim will be okay with Sam and George will be here too."
"Okay, when you're ready I'll send George back with the truck. Take care of the boys, John."
"I will! See you in a few days. Make sure you leave me something to work on."
Caleb chuckled softly.
"I promise they'll still have some flesh left to work on. I'm not greedy. I can share."
After a quick goodbye, John turned off the light and made his way back out. He returned to Sam's moans and cries of terror, his wild thrashing on the bed. His nightmares returning.
Rushing to his son's side he tried to calm him. Sitting on the side of the bed he pulled Sam into his arms and gently rocked him. Although Sam stopped the thrashing his cries would not abate. Nothing John did seemed to reach Sam, locked away in his mind.
"Dad." Dean whispered his voice still not very strong.
"Dad." He tried again, relieved when his dad heard him this time. "Bring him over here."
John carefully picked up Sam and mindful of Dean's ribs and I.V gently placed him on Dean's bed. Turning himself, with effort, so that he was facing more towards his brother, Dean hugged an arm around Sam and started to rub his back.
"Hey Sam, it's alright. Your safe back with me and dad now. You can stop being frightened. You can calm down now."
Sam quieted a little more but was still locked in his nightmare. Dean decided to try an alternative approach.
"Hey Sam, do you remember that summer dad took us to the beach. . . . ."
John sat on Sam's bed listening to and watching Dean calm down his younger brother. It had always amazed him, and at times made him jealous, the tightness of the bond between them.
Today though he was glad for it. Maybe, just maybe, that tightness would be the thing that brought Sam back.
In a clearing, in the middle of a dense woods stood a simple log cabin. On a normal day it stood quietly.
Today was not normal.
Today it was echoing to the sound of screaming.
A.N. . . . . . . Hey, no cliffie again! How very un-evil of me! Well we can't be having that now can we? So just to remedy that, the next chapter I think is awesome! The torture begins! Hee Hee Hee Hee! Catch you soon, thanks for reading, Peanut x
