Chapter Twenty One
Sam dropped the brick he was wielding, hearing his target fall to the ground. Taking a breath of relief, he chanced a look around the corner. Looking at the floor, he saw his brother lying there, unconscious and bleeding. "Oh, damn!"
"What?" Delia came rushing around the corner. She glanced at Sam, then at Dean. "What the hell man? You knocked out your own brother!"
Sam sputtered, "I didn't realize it was him, I thought it was one of the vamps." He examined Dean, and cursed, "They really did a number on him, they practically eviscerated him. How did he get this far from that room? He probably needs a blood transfusion, might be time to get him to a hospital." Then he idly continued looking around the room, and spotted John's lifeless form. "No!" he said desperately, rushing to his father's side. "Dad!" He, like Dean, tried to shake him awake.
Delia knelt next to John as well, putting a hand on the side of his throat. "He's gone Sam." She put her arm around him, and he visibly crumbled a little, "I'm so sorry." She hugged him close to her as tears welled up in his eyes. Eyes a littler misty herself, she tried to force him to look at her. "Sam, listen to me. There's no time to fall apart right now. Look at Dean!" Sam looked over at Dean, a few tears spilling down his cheeks. "If he doesn't get to a doctor soon, he'll be dead next. Then you'll have lost all of your family."
Sam seemed to consider her words, glancing back and forth between Dean and John. "Well, all except you."
She waved his words away, "I do not count as your family. I don't count as anyone's family. Besides being blood related, we don't even know each other. But, please, let's get Dean out of here. Then we'll come back and take care of Tony, ok?"
A mumbled voice whispered across the room. "No hospitals!" It was Dean, and he was struggling to step up, holding his head. "The last one I ended up in, all the nurses were men! No thanks! Well ok, most of them were…maybe not all."
In spite of himself, Sam gave a short laugh. "Well you need some rest and stitches at the very least. Maybe a blood transfusion."
Dean looked at Delia, "You know how to sew? Cause I damn sure ain't letting Sammy near me with a needle." Grinning just a little, she nodded and he continued, "What do we do about…."he trailed off, gesturing toward John.
Delia nodded sympathetically. "I know that you don't want to hear it right now, but we shouldn't do anything with the body tonight. It will take too much time, and Tony will figure out that we're not dead real soon." When Sam and Dean began to protest, eyes misty again, she shushed them. "I mean it, listen to me. We have to come back tomorrow night and stake Tony and Meredith, we'll bury him then. But for now, we have to get out of here." Finally, they nodded and didn't protest any longer. "Thank God, as least you're listening to reason."
Sam walked over to Dean and helped him to his feet. Dean groaned and winced a little, leaning on Sam for support. Delia had a gun in her hands again, and walked ahead of them out of the room. They continued down the hall. All of them were on edge, Delia brandishing her pistol around every corner. But the entire place seemed quiet and empty. She furrowed her brow, "This is strange. It seems almost too easy, why did they suddenly all disappear?"
Dean stumbled and clutched at Sam, grimacing as he spoke, "Maybe Tony got scared and ran. You're a pretty scary chick ya know."
She grinned, "I'll take that as a compliment! It doesn't matter anyway, just an idle observation, let's get to the doctor." When Dean started to protest, she gave him a smug look. "I lied; I don't know how to sew. But it was such a sexist remark, and I was so happy that Sam didn't kill you, I didn't argue. And, we're going to the hospital, even if I have to hold you at gunpoint the whole way." They all fell silent, and remained that way for a very long time.