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And another new chapter! Woohoo… got part of the next chapter wrote so I know the direction we're headed. :D Anyway – Thanks so far for the support through this story.
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37. Mary, Mary
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"What you say Dean?" Sam asked, turning his head a little to quickly glance at his brother, sure he'd heard him speak.
"Huh? Nothing." Dean lied, his gaze quickly averted.
Neither brother saw the looks on the faces of the men in the back, Bobby had narrowed his eyes at Dean having heard exactly what the elder Winchester had said and the Doc had a smirk on his face and a malicious glint in his eyes.
Dean cleared his throat, breaking the silence that had fallen, "Turn left right at the end."
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After grabbing the appropriate fake IDs and hiding several weapons underneath clothing, including a certain knife that neither Bobby nor Sam saw Dean pick up, they were headed into the hospital, Doc in tow.
With Dean still being extremely agitated and on edge it was Sam's job to ask where the paediatrics ward was. Second floor, couple of feet away from the stairs and bang, there you have it. They followed the directions and as soon as they walked through those swinging doors, a bright face greeted them and Sam had to keep a hold of Dean as he tried to throw himself at the woman.
"Can I help you?" She asked innocently.
"How bout you go f..." Dean started but Sam quickly covered Dean's mouth and the last few words were nothing but a mumble against Sam's hand.
"Sorry?" The woman narrowed her eyes in confusion and Sam had to admit that if it wasn't for that glint in her eyes, it would have looked very sincere.
"We're looking for a volunteer by the name of Mary." Sam said, watching carefully for her reaction.
"I'm the only Mary on this ward." She replied cheerfully, "So you must be looking for me."
"Then you know why we're here?" Sam frowned, unsure what game she was playing.
"I know exactly why you're here."
"Ahh, you son of a…" Sam growled, quickly removing his hand from Dean's mouth, "You bit me!"
Dean waved a hand in dismissal at his brother and turned his attention to Mary, "You're gonna close whatever goddamn doors you opened, you and the Doc."
Mary peered around the brothers and pulled a mock face of sadness when she saw Bobby keeping tight hold of the Doc, "Awww Bill, you went and got yourself caught and you've been spreading tales."
"They're very persuasive." The Doc winked at Mary and earned himself a painful shoulder squeeze from Bobby,
"Guess you better come through to the private room. I'm sure you don't want the children to know what's going on." She shook her head gently as she spoke and led them away.
The room she led them into was a small room with several chairs and a couple of tables with magazines; it even had a few toys in one of the corners. Sam remembered seeing a few rooms like this when he was younger, especially when Dean had gone hunting with their Dad in his early teens but strangely the time that stuck out the most was when they were really young and he'd been in a mood with Dean. He'd accidentally pushed his big brother off the jungle gym and Dean had broken his arm because of it. Sam had been crying and blubbering like mad because he thought he'd done something so much worse.
He shook the memory from his head as Mary closed the door behind them and drew the blinds so they had complete privacy, "I know you'd rather do this away from the hospital but at least this way you might be less inclined to act rash."
"Who said anything about acing rash… I mean it's not like I'm gonna kill you or anything." Dean growled.
"Mary, Mary, quite contrary." Nex sang softly, "How does your garden grow?"
Dean ignored the voice and tried to focus on Mary who was speaking again, "You might as well get it over with because I won't help you. Why would I? I've nothing to gain, besides you've already lost."
"With silver knives and human lives, and little dead girls in a row."
"You get to live." Sam offered.
"You like the rhyme Dean?" Nex teased, "Tell me if you know this one."
Dean closed his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath. It was hard trying to listen to two conversations at once.
"Through the darkness came the pleas, the screams of misery."
"Live? Hah! You wouldn't kill me. What good would it do?"
"He falters not and walks ahead for all these souls are lost and dead."
Sam took a step towards Mary and she raised an eyebrow, "Maybe death is too good for you but I'll damn well make you suffer."
Mary smiled and looked Sam up and down before reaching around her back and pulling out a very deadly looking knife, in one quick movement, she grabbed Sam's arm and twisted and pushed it halfway up his back, holding the knife to his throat. Sam cursed, caught off guard, not expecting her to have a weapon.
"The triumph in his bitter eyes shine brighter than the moon."
"You were given an order Dean and as far as I can see, you're not carrying it out." Mary smiled, pressing the blade against Sam's neck a little harder, drawing blood, "You were also given a warning and unless you want your precious Sammy dead, you'll do as you were told."
"Dean? What's she talking about?" Sam tried his best to swallow the lump that had risen in his throat but it caused his skin to rub against the knife.
"Little does this demon know that dawn shall bring his doom."
"Dean…" Bobby warned and Dean took a step backwards away from Sam and Mary and towards Bobby and the Doc, "Don't you do it Dean."
"You're not scared all of a sudden are you Dean?" The Doctor mocked.
"You cannot kill a fallen one, they will not wilt and die."
Dean tried to breath but it was getting far too hot in this room and he was running out of options. Mary had Sam and she wasn't the type to hesitate in doing something bad to get what she wanted, if he didn't at least make a move to slit the doctors throat then she'd slit Sam's… but if he did kill the Doc, then what? What would happen to him?
Damn it! He screamed in his mind and he pulled the Doc away from Bobby with one hand as he pulled the knife out with another, and moved into a position that mirrored Mary's and Sam's. Sam was smart, Sam could fix whatever happened to him but Dean couldn't fix Sam being dead if she slit his throat.
The doctor wrapped a cold hand around Dean's and forced him to push the knife that little bit closer to his neck so that the Doc had a cut on his neck just like Sam's and as he did, he whispered, "But strip them of their very essence and watch them as in pain they writhe."
Dean tried to pull his hand back a little but the Doc's grip was firm and when Dean looked into the Doc's eyes, he saw them swirl with a deep green, in very much the same way the yellow eyed Demon's swirled with yellow.
"They didn't just strip me of my essence." Nex spoke using the Doc's voice, "They split it, ripped it apart. They ripped it into five to be exact."
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