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Chapter 16: Not Dying. Just Drugged.
"This will be your room while you're here." Mrs. Carson said with a smile, opening the door at the end of the hall. She seemed like a nice enough lady, but the fact that she was currently our 'foster mom' kind of made me hate her right off the bat. I already had a mom; I didn't need another one.
"Thanks, Mrs. Carson." Sammy said, always polite.
"Oh, you can call me Shelese, dear. I"ll just leave you two get get situated. Dinner's in thirty minutes, alright? My husband's away on a business trip, but we should have a good time all the same." She smiled again and headed down the hallway out of sight.
"Okay, let's go." I crossed the little blue bedroom and yanked the window open.
"Dean, what're you doing?" Sam asked.
"Um, getting out of here. Obviously. Move it or lose it."
"Dean…" Sam bit his lip nervously "Maybe we should stay."
Well, talk about getting taken off guard. "What in the name of all that is holy could possibly have made you think that's a good idea?"
"Just so the Doctor can find us."
"You know, we could go find him this time."
"And then what?" Sam sat down on the bed farthest from the door. "Get ourselves thrown in juvie for attempting a jailbreak?"
"At least we'll have done something." I snapped.
Sam sighed. "Look, Dean, I know you don't like waiting, but sometimes the best way to do something is to be patient."
I flopped back on the bed next to him, practically growling in frustration. "How can you stand this?"
"Sometimes you need to have a little faith, Dean."
"Oh yeah, sure, Sammy. 'Cause that's been oh so successful in the past."
Sam glared down at me, frustrated now too. "Well, you know, your attitude's not helping anything either."
"Oh, my attitude?" I got up angrily, taking advantage of my height. "Because you're always such a ray of friggin sunshine?"
"More than you!"
"Really?" I pitched my voice an octave higher to imitate him. "'We have to move again? But I wanted to go to Greg's birthday party!' 'If we have mac and cheese one more time, I'm gonna puke. I'd rather starve and die.' 'I don't wanna go on a hunt, though: I've got homework!' 'Shut up, Dean, you're not my dad. Who died and left you in charge?'"
Sam shot to his feet too. "That's not fair!"
"Well, maybe it's escaped your notice, princess, but life ain't fair!"
"Don't you dare lecture me on having a rough life! We've been living the same one!"
"Oh, yeah totally!" I scoffed. "Nothing different about our experiences at all!"
"My life sucks just as bad as yours!"
"You know what? Go fu-"
"Excuse me." a woman's voice interrupted, and we both whipped around to find Shelese standing hesitantly in the doorway. "Sorry to… um… interrupt, but dinner's ready."
"Great." I shouldered my way past Sam and stalked out the door. "Let's eat."
XxXxX
It was a nice bedroom, honestly. It was just the right size for two people to coexist peacefully without getting in each other's space, and the window faced North, so there'd still be light, but you wouldn't get blinded at certain times of day. And the bed was so friggin soft, better than anything I could really remember ever sleeping in.
I hated it. With everything I had, I hated it.
And Sam could tell. We spent the first several hours after lights out - excuse me, bedtime - in tense silence, me curled up on my side and facing the closed door instead of him. I knew that my anger and frustration was rolling off of me in waves, and I knew it was putting Sam on edge, but I just didn't have it in me to care.
It was about one in the morning when Sammy finally broke the silence.
"I'm sorry." he said quietly behind me.
"It's okay, kiddo."
"So, you're not mad at me?"
I sighed and rolled over to face him. "No. I never was, really. This is all just so…" I tried, but I couldn't find a word strong enough to get across how much this bothered me.
"I know." Sam said, nodding reassuringly. "It's getting to me too. But we can handle this."
"I just wish we had a plan, y'know? I always feel so much better when I've got a plan."
"We do have a plan. Just… not a very active one."
I laughed under my breath and rolled over to look at the ceiling. "Look, Sammy -" I cut myself off, paused, and took a breath. "Sam. I'm sorry about earlier. That stuff I said, it wasn't fair. You didn't deserve that."
"It's okay, Dean. I know you didn't mean it. And… it's okay if you still wanna call me Sammy… sometimes."
I smiled softly. "Sleep good, Sammy."
"You too, De."
XxXxX
Waking up to the smell of bacon the next morning caught me so off guard that, for a second, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
"Sammy." I mumbled, still not quite awake. "Smell that?"
"Mmm hmm." he hummed happily.
"We should go get some."
"Yeah."
We laid there for another second.
"That would involve getting up, wouldn't it."
"Yeah."
I rolled out of bed with a sigh. Even with bacon waiting, it still sucked when it was time to get up and face the day.
Five minutes later, Sammy and I clattered into the kitchen/dining room and parked it at the table.
"Well, good morning." Shelese said, placing two plates in front of us like she'd just been waiting for the smell to bring us out of our room. "Did you boys sleep well?"
"Yeah. It's a really nice room." Sam said with a sincere smile while I just dug into my pancakes and bacon. If the kid wanted to talk and play nice, that was his business. I was hungry.
I was about halfway through my food when I paused, confused. My head was starting to feel fuzzy; something wasn't right here. "Sammy, stop."
Sam froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. "What?"
Shelese rolled her eyes. "You just had to go and ruin all the fun." She waved her hand and said a weird word in a language I didn't know, and Sam passed out cold. I tried to get up, but the next thing I knew, I was on the ground.
"You bitch." I slurred, the edge of my vision starting to go black. "Wha'd y'do?"
Shelese simply smiled down at me.
In the end, it didn't matter how hard I tried to keep my eyes open.
XxXxX
Sam was startled back to consciousness by a door slamming shut. Groaning slightly at the headache pounding in his temples, he sat up and took stock of his situation.
He was on the ground in a small room made entirely of cement - floor, walls, and ceiling - with one flickering lightbulb dangling overhead and a heavy metal door set into one side. There was a small, barred window towards the top of the door, and the room was entirely empty except for -
His older brother sprawled out on the floor, still and silent.
"Dean!" Even though it made his head spin, Sammy scrambled over to him. "Dean, say something!"
Nothing.
"Don't you dare do this to me." Sam snarled, doing his best to keep his movements calm and measured as he checked for Dean's pulse.
There. Faster and more irregular than it should be, though. Sam checked Dean's eyes. Dilated pupils.
Okay. Not dying. Just drugged.
Sam sat back on his heels, breathing a sigh of relief. Drugged he could deal with, even if there wasn't much he could do besides sit here with his brother and make sure he wasn't alone when he woke up.
Feeling like he was going to start crying, Sammy gently took his big brother's hand and settled in to wait.
XxXxX
It was a slow climb back to consciousness, like pushing my way up through suffocating layers of cotton, but eventually I became aware of a cold, hard surface underneath me and somebody's hand in mind. Instinctively, I knew it was Sam's, and I tightened my grip reassuringly.
"Dean? You with me?" Sammy's voice sounded far away, but I somehow managed to follow it back to reality and forced my eyes open to find him crouched over me, concern painted all over his face.
"Hey, kiddo." I sighed as he helped me sit up against the wall.
"You okay?" Sammy tried to put a hand on my forehead, but I batted it away impatiently.
"It ain't like I've got a fever, dude; I'm fine. Just a little fuzzy."
After a second's hesitation, he nodded and sat down next to me. "Dean… what happened? I mean, one second, we're at the table eating breakfast, and the next, we're in here."
"Shelese is a sketchy whore, that's what happened. She put something in the food, and when she waved her hand and said something weird, you were down and out for the count."
"Sounds like a witch to me."
I let my head fall back against the wall, frustrated. "Does weird shit just follow us around?"
"Looks like." Sam leaned his head on my shoulder, absentmindedly chewing his nails. "Dean, what're we gonna do?"
Honestly? I had no idea. Things looked pretty damn bad from where I was sitting. But I couldn't just say that: Sammy clearly needed me to be invincible big brother just then. "We'll think of something, just like we always do. Don't worry, Sammy: I'll fix it."
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