Waves Of Hard Times
Chapter 12: Found But Then Lost
Warning: Language
Dean awoke to the sound of a door slamming. The yelling soon followed.
"And take your lousy meat loaf with you, you jerk!"
His head slammed back into the pillows and groaned. Damn motels. He heard rustling from the bed beside him a looked over to see his brother Sam stretch and stand up from the bed.
"Morning." Sam greeted.
"Mornin." Dean's reply muffled. He sat up as he slowly woke up. Sam was already pulling on his shoes.
"I saw a diner a couple blocks from here as we drove in. We can get some breakfast."
As a response Dean's stomach growled and he gave Sam a smirk.
"Sounds good to me."
"Always sounds good to you."
Memories from the previous day swamped into Dean's mind. He felt uncomfortable going out unprotected. All they had was the flask of holy water, a knife, some salt and a journal. But they needed to eat. The fact that his stomach hadn't stopped rumbling was testament to that.
"Okay then, we just need to find a pay phone and try Dad again, and then we can go eat." Dean forced himself out of the warm bed and walked to the bathroom. He did his thing and came out.
"There's got to be a pay phone around this town somewhere." Dean started towards the door.
Sam nodded but added, "Then we can stop by the library I saw last night."
"Wait. A library? What for?" He hated libraries. It was like geek paradise. Full of geeks. And his brother was one of them.
Sam rolled his eyes. "We need to get some information about your head injury."
Dean sighed. Deep down though he was worried about what was going on in his head. But worry for his father over rid it. They needed to find him first.
"No, Sam. We need to find Dad."
"Dean, this is serious."
"So is not being able to contact Dad for the past two days!"
Sam huffed. "Fine, you try Dad's cell and I'll check out the library." Sam said and pulled on his coat.
"Sam, no way. We're staying together. If you've forgotten, we got chased out of the hospital by a demon. We need Dad. And we' are going to go find him."
Sam knew his offer was risky, and it was dangerous to be separated when a demon was most likely on their tail. But Sam had a gut feeling that all this was happening because of Dean's injury. Last night, he had lain awake, mulling it over in his head. The Demon had said that Dean was special and he alluded to Dean's injury. The Doctor had mentioned that the damage done to Dean's head was at a dangerous spot. Injuries to that spot were known for supernatural oddities. And then there were Dean's headaches and how did he know that Pastor Jim was a demon?
He would tell Dean what he thought, but Dean was more worried about Dad. He would always be worried for Dad or Sam before himself. He couldn't disagree with what Dean said though. What was going on involved a demon. And their Dad had the most experience with them. He just hoped his father was alright.
"Okay, your right." Dean smirked, relieved. "But after we find Dad, we are going to figure your head out."
"Yeah, yeah..." Dean's voice drifted off as they shut the door behind them.
John opened the door the door to the empty hospital room, the empty bed glaring at him from across the room. He walked towards the bed and his eyes were drawn to an object reflecting the sun's rays. He went to pick it up when the door to the room opened.
"Mr. Winchester?"
John turned at Doctor Kishner's voice.
"Yeah, Doctor good to see you." They shook each other's hand.
"I'm glad you made it back, but as you can see we had a mishap."
"Yeah, I can see."
The Doctor walked forwards. "Mr. Winchester, you need to find your son and bring him back as soon as possible."
"Excuse me?" John raised an eyebrow.
"Just before your sons escaped, we got the tests back from the MRI scan. Your son needs to be evaluated and under our care constantly."
John's stomach churned with unease.
"I thought it was just a serious concussion?"
"So did I, until the tests came back. Your son had a severe blow to his brain. To a very sensitive part. I'm surprised he even walked out of this building."
"What does this mean?" He thought Dean was okay, that it was nothing serious.
"He may need to have brain surgery."
John's heart stuttered. "Come again?"
"This is serious, Mr. Winchester. I have never seen an injury to that part of the brain in all my years as a doctor. He needs to be supervised."
John nodded his head speechless. Brain Surgery? He resisted the urge to slam his head against the wall.
"I'll leave you to gather your thoughts." Doctor Kishner looked sympathetic while he left the room, leaving John standing in shock. He physically shook his head trying to get back to the task at hand. He looked at the forgotten cell phone, reminding himself to chew out his son later for his overlook. Damn. He combed his hand through his hair in frustration. No wonder he always got voicemail. Couldn't anything go right?
The sudden ringing rang through the room, the sound coming from the device in his hand. Heart in his throat, John opened it. Dean. He sighed in relief and put it to his ear.
"Son?"
"Dad!" John shut his eyes. Hearing his son's voice was almost too much. He left his son in the hospital, not knowing if he'd ever hear his son's voice again and the past hours with not being able to contact either of the boys put a weight on his shoulders. That now was getting just a little bit lighter.
"Dean, you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. You?" Bullshit. His son had a severe head injury. Like hell he was fine.
"I'm good to son."
"Sam alright?"
"Yeah, pissy as always." John could hear Sam's mumbled voice, reply to Dean's jab. Need to see his sons shot through him.
"Where are you?" John heard faint rustling reaching through the phone.
"Clackamas, Oregon. Room 15."
"What motel, Dean." John said, slightly annoyed.
"Dad, this town is how small. There's only one." John heard the humour in his son's voice.
"Fine. Stay Put."
"Yes sir." Dean gave the desired reply and the call was ended when he shut the phone. John hurriedly went through the hospital and checked out Bobby, who now sported a cast along his arm.
"We good to go?" Bobby asked.
"Yep, I found the boys." And with that, they headed to the Impala and started out to Clackamas. Someone else was on the young Winchester's trail also. And he had the advantage.
Dean and Sam were walking back from the diner after having their breakfast and were heading back to their motel room. They were walking around the back of the building when it happened. Searing pain shot through Dean's head and he grabbed at it, nearly clawing at his head.
"Dean, man you okay?" Sam fretted. The last time this happened... Sam looked around and his eyes latched onto a shadowy figure.
"Hello boys." The demon possessing Pastor Jim strode out from the shadows created by the rising sun. Both the boys tensed as they backed away as the demon advanced.
"Stay away from him." Sam pushed Dean behind him.
"Now see here, Sam." His eyes were glued on Dean. "I have orders to bring your brother in. And I intend to do that."
"Why? Why do you need him?" Sam saw this as a chance to get some answers, even with the horrible situation they were in.
"I guess I could tell you. You won't be able to stop me anyways." The demon continued to circle the boys.
"Boss sees him as an asset. Very special."
"Why, again?"
The demon tapped his head. "Seers, Sam."
"Seers?"
"Oops! I think I've said too much." The demon feigned worry. Sam fumed.
"Now just move over Sam. I don't want to hurt you."
"Get real."
"Oh, this is very real." The demon suddenly strode forward, raised his hand and sent Sam into the wall behind him. The demon grew puzzled when the elder Winchester was nowhere in sight. Only a motion from the corner of his eye, warned him. He moved out of the way just in time, but not before Dean slashed the demon's arm.
"How real does this feel?"
"You little..."
"Having trouble with the silver knife, asshole?"
"Not as much as you'll have once my boss has his hands on you."
Dean snorted in amusement, trying to get the demon pissed off. The pain was pushed to the back of his head when he saw Sam being slammed into the wall.
"You know nothing, boy."
"I know that this will hurt." Dean launched again, swiping at the demon. The demon evaded and caught Dean with a right hook. Dean, prepared for the move, took the hit, spun and slashed its chest. Again the demon howled, but now also in annoyance.
"Enough!"
He raised his hand and forced Dean against the wall, beside his brother.
The demon looked up as a car sped into the lot, dust being kicked up as the visibility was clouded. The demon scowled though when John Winchester walked through the settling dust, gun pointed at the demon. The demon sighed dramatically. Knowing that his time was up, the demon used his powers to throw Dean into the side of an idle car across the lot, Sam's yell cutting through the air. Dean crumpled to the ground in a heap. Much easier transporting an unconscious Winchester.
John stood there furious. He and Bobby were nearly at the motel, when he saw two figures fighting. And teaching his sons how to fight, John new one was his son. Now though, his son was motionless.
"Hello, John! You made it. Sorry I can't stay."
"You let my son go!"
"No can do." The demon hauled Dean up from the ground. "Take one more step Winchester, and your son will die. Oh wait you can't." The demon smirked as John tried to move, but was unable. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Bobby was in the same predicament.
"I seriously thought that you Winchester's would put up more of a fight."
"Let us go and you'll get your wish." Bobby stated.
"Sorry, I got a deadline." Dean was shoved into the back of the car. John struggled against the invisible force holding him.
"You're too late, Johnny."
"Noooo!" John hollered, watching in pain as the demon took off with his son.
Uh Oh! The demon's got Dean! Reviews would make my day!