An Aussie Supernatural Experience
Sequel to An Australian Supernatural Christmas.
Disclaimer: Hmm the usual applies I guess, everything that is not out of my fetid imagination belongs to Kripke and crew. Including Sam and Dean. Although, they still need customs clearance to get out of Australia! Hehehe.
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CHAPTER 12
The doctor stared at the test results disbelievingly; he couldn't understand just how his patient has managed to survive this long. Sighing heavily he rubbed his hand across his eyes wearily and then he strode into Dean's room, trying to force the look of dismay from his face.
'Hey Doc.' Dean whispered turning his head to face the doctor, 'so what's the verdict?'
'How you feeling Dean?'
'Well it's like this Doc, these self-administered meds are freaking great,' Dean gave him a sloppy grin, 'but fuck Doc its hurting something bad all the time now.'
'Dean I wish that I had better news for you.' The doctor started and then stopped himself when he saw the absolute misery and pain flit across Dean's face and then disappear covered by a stony blank look. 'Your test results are back.'
'And?'
'This poison ... acts like a virus, once it is in your system it moves with terrifying speed acting your major organs.'
'And?'
'And it seems that ... your kidneys are shutting down, your liver is compromised, your lungs and ... Dean your heart.'
'I've had heart trouble before Doc, I survived that.' Dean stated, though he neglected to state it was through supernatural and unnatural means.
'Dean we are working around the clock to find the antidote for you...'
'And this is where the but comes in...' Dean tried to joke but instead started coughing uncontrollably, unable to catch his breath he curled in on himself trying to ease the pressure on his tortured lungs.
Moving quickly the doctor fitted a nasal cannula and started the oxygen, pumping it into Dean. Moments later, Dean stopped coughing and hiccuped a few times until he could breathe easier, 'thanks Doc.' He wheezed.
'I wish it was more Dean I truly do.'
'So you haven't told me the punch-line Doc.'
'Your body is shutting down on you Dean, that's the bottom line unless we can isolate the poison and create an antidote you will ... as your organs shut down, you will need more and more assistance to continue surviving until ...'
'Until I kick it huh Doc?'
'I am so sorry Dean.'
'Do you have any idea what kind of poison?'
'No, but we are working on isolating it in your blood and hopefully.'
'Hope is for fools Doc.' Dean muttered angrily. 'I can't lie here and wait for my body to shut down, I have to find Sam.'
'Dean ... listen to me by the end of the week ... you will be in a catatonic state.'
'I don't care Doc I have to find Sam.'
'Tell me Dean ... what good will you be for Sam if you do find him only to die in his arms?' the Doctor asked intentionally sounding harsh, he needed his patient to understand the dire predicament that he is really in.
'Doc, please Sam's all I got left...' Dean implored the man his voice thick with emotion, 'that freaking thing has him and doing ...' Dean stopped suddenly as a wave of pain washed through him, spiking in his already tortured lungs, his breathing hitched sounding wet and full of fluid. His wide olive green eyes focused on the doctor for a handful of fleeting seconds before his eyelids slid shut.
'Shit Dean stay with me,' the Doctor cried out as he listened to the bubbling sounds coming from Dean's throat and chest. His lungs now failing rapidly, filled with fluid virtually choking him.
Propping his young patient up with pillows, the doctor chewed his lower lip and readjusted Dean's pain relief upping the amount until the agonised expression eased on his face and he started to breathe a little easier.
His anger rising the doctor made sure that Dean was as comfortable as possible, found a nurse to remain at the patient's bedside for constant monitoring, and then headed towards the large double black door at the end of the hallway.
'Master forgive this intrusion but I need to speak to you now.'
'What is it?'
'My patient Dean Winchester.'
'What of it? Is he well enough to be...'
'He is in pulmonary distress, his body is shutting down. He is dying Master.'
'Why haven't you fixed the problem? That is why I sent him to you to fix him.'
'He has ... someone has poisoned him Master, and I have no idea how to counteract it. It is nothing like I have seen before.'
'Poison?'
'Yes Master, it is acting like a virus ... shutting down his major organs, he has developed fluid on his lungs, I fear that the young man has only a matter of hours left now, my first prognosis was actually a week but ... his heart and lungs are failing.'
'Fix him.'
'I can't Master, I have no idea what kind of poison it is or how long it has been in his system.'
'This is not acceptable.' The demon roared, 'Dean Winchester must not die, I need him.'
Dean tossed restlessly against the pile of pillows, his fingers twisted in the thin fabric of the sheets; the nurse murmured soothing words as she bathed his forehead and checked the monitors constantly.
An unholy roar filled the room and before Sam could move to react, the creature had him pinned to the floor face-down and screaming in pain as the wound on his stomach threatened to explode under the unwarranted pressure.
'Sammy?' Dean tried to lift himself off the bed when he felt something or someone holding him down, fingers digging into the gash on the back of his neck.
'Dean!' Sam struggled even harder to get the creature off him when he heard his brother scream in agony.
'Sam!' Dean screamed as his eyes snapped open and he stared around wildly, knocking the nurse away with a reflexive action.
'What's going on in here?' The doctor demanded as he ran into the room hearing Dean's screams from down the hallway. He took in the unconscious form of the nurse lying against the far wall and then the wild look in Dean's eyes.
'Calm down Dean, please calm down.' He said walking towards his patient with hands forward and palms up in a completely passive gesture.
'Where's Sam?' Dean demanded, his memory still jumbled from the vision, nightmare or whatever it was.
'Dean do you remember where you are?' The doctor asked as he came to a stop next to the nurse, bending down he checked to make sure that she was alright before he turned back to Dean.
'Medica... fuck I think I know how I got poisoned Doc.'
'How?' The doctor helped the hapless nurse to her feet and settled her in a chair before giving Dean his full attention.
'I ah, a little while ago Sam and I got attacked in our motel room ... I think that he was connected to the Master dude but I'm not sure, he had this weird demon with him. All limbs and wings and it creaked each time it moved.' Dean took in a shuddering breath as the memory came flooding back. 'I had a bad cut on the back of my neck, we had just gotten through one attack and then there they were ... the weird lizard gargoyle thing got on me and dug its claws into my wound. Fuck, I thought my head was going to explode it burnt literally. Since then I've been getting sick.'
'Demon poison, ah thanks Dean I think we might be able ... Dean? No Dean not now.' The doctor cried out as he pulled the pillows out from behind Dean and pressed the emergency button against the bedhead. 'Not now Dean, you gotta fight it man fight.'
Sam tried to stretch a little more but it was useless, the cramp bit into his left leg muscles like it was a vampire feeding from the inside out. Miserably he tried to think of other things, other people, and places, anything to forget the cramping.
'Hey Dad do ya think that Sammy's old enough to learn to shoot yet?' Twelve year old Dean asked John, Sam standing quietly behind his older brother preferring to let him negotiate with their father on his behalf.
'Don't think so son, as soon as he can hold the gun in one hand then we will talk about it.'
'What about hunting?'
'What about it?'
'Ya think that Sammy could come on one soon?'
'Dean ... Dean what's all of this about?'
'Just ... well I'm allowed to come on the hunt with you and Sammy well he has to stay in the car ...' Dean started but the thunderous look on his father's face stopped anything else coming from his mouth.
'Sammy is not going to hunt with us Dean; there is no discussion about it.' John declared turning his blazing gaze to his youngest son, 'do you hear me Sammy?'
'Yes Sir.' The timid little voice came from behind Dean.
'I didn't hear you Sammy, do you understand no hunting for you, yet you are too young.'
'Yes Sir.' Sam said loudly lifting a defiant gaze to his father, he held his stare for a few minutes before dropping it again, 'I'll stay in the car Sir.'
'Good.' John nodded frowning slightly, confused at the sudden obedience shown by both boys; normally they would nag him to death in tandem to get what they want. 'Listen Sammy, you are only eight years old, when you hit twelve like your brother is now then you can come with us.'
'Another four years away.' Sam mumbled miserably, then he straightened his shoulders as he lifted his head and stared long and hard into his father's eyes, 'Yes Sir, I understand Sir.'
John shook his head, sometimes he wondered if he was too hard, too militaristic on the boys, when his eight year old calls him sir instead of daddy. 'Okay Dean, you with me or not?'
'With you Sir.'
'Good, now Sammy you know the drill ... lock the car, keep the salt and holy water on your lap and do not under any circumstances open the doors to anyone except me and Dean and only after we give you the signal.'
'Yes Sir.' Sam replied keeping his stare fixed on his father's face, 'I have my book I guess.'
'Dean with me,' John ordered as he watched Sammy climb into the impala and lock the doors, turning Sam stared directly at his father again unblinking luminous green eyes fixed on him, shivering slightly John almost gave in to the silent pleading when he strode towards the trunk and got the weapons ready.
Dean stared at Sam and shrugged his shoulders in apology; he could feel Sam's misery emanating from the car. Sam gave him a small sad smile before he disappeared burrowing down on the back seat, already reading his book, salt, and holy water balanced on his long gangly legs. Even at the age of eight Sam was showing signs of his growing to an impressive height. 'Still not as tall as me though Dude.' Dean grinned and hurried after his father, carrying the shotgun and a large back pack slung over his shoulder. After they left, Sam put his book down and knelt on the back seat watching the disappearing backs of his father and brother.
Tears bit his eyes but he refused to let them out, only girls cry and he was a Winchester man, no Winchesters cry Dean told him that.
He wanted to tell daddy about his dream but he knew that it wouldn't make any difference; Sammy's dreams are not real. Just like the monster that lurks under his bed, that's not real according to Dean and daddy but both of them haven't taken the time to look under the bed have they?
The rocking of the car made him whimper and hide on the floor behind the front seat, clutching the salt and holy water bottles in each hand. The night sky was inky black and the only light now was the moonlight. Dean and their Dad were taking too long and Sammy was tired, hungry, and now terrified. The growling kept getting closer to the car and now the car rocked as something big and horrible tried to get into him.
'Dean!' Sam screamed as the glass showered down on him and a large paw like hand groped at him in the darkness. 'Dean!' with a shaking hand Sammy threw the salt at the hand and then emptied the holy water. The creature howled in pain but didn't leave. Sam's tears fell freely now as he pressed himself further against the front seat trying to avoid the sharp talon like claws. Hiccuping he started to shake, daddy and Dean were gone, maybe the monster got them too and he was all alone.
His high pitched pain filled scream echoed through the woods as the claws connected and ripped the tender, soft skin on his back.
A loud explosion, pierced the darkness encasing Sammy as he felt invisible hands cradling him, the soft scent of a woman filled him with calm and warmth. 'Sammy.' Daddy was calling him but he wanted to stay with the pretty and blond lady who smelled so nice.
Sam snapped his head up and wiped at the moisture on his cheeks, the soft touch, and scent still lingering on his skin. 'Mom?' he whispered faintly and then shook his head, it was just a dream, a memory in the guise of a dream but no mother holding him, no one coming to help him. He was alone and trapped in a tiny cage at the mercy of the whim of a demon.
'So Sammy did you have a good sleep?' the mocking voice came from behind him this time, twisting his neck awkwardly Sam stared at the demon now inhabiting another human 'meat-suit'.
'What do you want?' Sam grumbled rubbing his temples roughly, 'if you're here to gloat then leave me alone.'
'Aw whatsa matter Sammy got an owie?'
'Do you know how stupid you sound?' Sam snapped, 'got a headache if you really want to know.'
'Would you like some time outside your cage?' the demon asked suddenly changing the subject. 'I have decided that you can move around your new home as you see fit.'
'What new home?' Sam asked unable to help himself, he ached from head to toe and felt totally crappy.
'Why this room of course, like I said earlier it is completely protected nothing and no one can enter or leave except myself of course. So you are safe here.'
'Where's Dean?' Sam asked suspiciously.
'He is safe for now, in my medical unit.'
'You have a medical unit?'
'Of course, just because I like to exploit my human prisoners and use and occasionally abuse them but it doesn't mean that I don't offer free medical assistance when they need it.'
'And Dean?'
'He ... he is not well so the doctors are taking good care of him.'
'What's wrong with Dean?' Sam demanded his anger rising.
'Seems like someone decided to poison him,' the demon said trying to dismiss the information as gossip.
'What the fuck do you mean poison him?' Sam snarled, 'tell me what is wrong with my brother.'
'Well the doctor seems to think that a freaky demonic creature poisoned Dean when it dug its claws into a large cut on the back of his neck.'
'At the motel room...' Sam gasped not realising that he had spoken aloud. 'It poisoned him?'
'I am sorry my pet, we are doing everything for him.'
'What do you mean by that?'
'The doctor is very ... proficient if he thinks that he can help Dean then he will I can assure you.'
'I want to see Dean.'
'Sorry not gonna happen.'
'Please, I will stay here with you willingly just save Dean and let me see him.'
'Sorry Sammy but I cannot risk letting you out of this room.' The demon said as it moved closer to Sam's cage, squatting down on its haunches it regarded Sam with an even stare, 'I really am sorry, if I could I would bring your brother to you.'
'Please, please let me see Dean he's the only family I have left.' Sam begged turning on the biggest puppy dog eyes and earnest face, he could muster.
'What will you do for me Sam?' the demon mused, 'how far are you willing to go for your brother?'
'I don't understand.'
'Would you be willing to fight alongside me, against my brother?'
Sam blanched and pushed himself away from the demon, as the realisation hit him, 'no.'
'No? But you haven't heard my full proposal yet.' The demon pouted.
'No, never I will never fight for you or any freaking demon.' Sam declared furiously, silently begging Dean for his forgiveness.
'Not even for your brother's life?'
'No, Dean would understand, fuck he would even kill me if I said yes.' Sam snapped with a choked laugh at the thought.
'Hmm well we are in a bit of a pickle aren't we?' The demon said smiling slyly, 'I can make you, you know.'
'I know.'
'And yet you still defy me?'
'Yes.'
'I see.' The demon stood up and waved his hand, the cage surrounding Sam disappeared causing the young man to topple to his side. 'Stand up Sam.'
Sam struggled to get his cramping limbs to work for him but failed, his legs jerked with pin-and-needles spiking along his nerves, 'can't yet.' He panted out.
Angrily the demon waved his fingers and Sam found himself suspended in the air in front of his captor. 'Ah just like a puppet on a string, oh wait there is no string.' The demon laughed and stepped closer to Sam, running a hand down Sam's chest, 'you made me angry Sam, I don't like being angry.'
'Sorry ... then again ... nope I'm not.' Sam said cockily setting a blank almost bored look on his face.
'Don't tempt me Sam.' the demon hissed, 'I will ask you again, if you will be willing to fight at my side, I will allow you time with your brother, your potentially dying brother.'
'Go fuck yourself.' Sam sneered.
'Hmm maybe not myself but perhaps ... your brother!'
TBC
