Hey Y'all!
So I got my new computer! It's bright red which is very different for me but it works great! Anyway, I finally caught the AO3 people up so now they are at the same place in the story, the only difference is that they don't have the past author's note chapters but they will have any future ones.
John was absolutely not prepared to walk into his son's hospital room, his sons both supposed to be drugged to comatose, and watch his oldest pounce on a doctor on the opposite side of the room from his bed, meanwhile Sam was choking on the bed with all his monitors screaming. From the lack of movement from the two men beside him, they weren't expecting the scene either. It took a moment for them to actually register what was happening before bursting into action.
John immediately ran to Dean to try to pry him off of the doctor; however his oldest wasn't relenting on his assault on the woman. Dean thrust his elbow behind him into John, momentarily stunning him as the younger man threw another punch into the stranger's face, blood spurting from her busted lip.
"Dean stop it!" Yet, his words didn't seem to penetrate his son's brain. Two more men appeared by John's side and after recognizing them as orderlies, allowed them to help restrain Dean. The woman on the floor groaned, putting a hand to her face to try and stem the bleeding. "Dean why would you-"
"She tried to kill Sammy, Dad! Told him that he couldn't share her involvement!" The drugs were beginning to catch up to his eldest -John was already surprised that Dean was even able to fight, he knew what drugs the doctor had him on and they weren't weak- and Dean was slacking in the orderlies grip. Immediately, as if a door had been opened, the commotion around his youngest's bed reached his ears. Yelling of the doctor, and the encouragement of Bobby telling Sam to hold on.
"Don't let her leave." He told the orderlies and staggering to his feet, John approached the bed of his youngest, almost wishing he hadn't.
Sam's body was turning a light purple, as if his heart wasn't sending out enough oxygen to the rest of the body, and his eyes were wide as he tried to figure out what was happening.
"What's happening to my son?" He demanded.
"We don't know, something is slowing his heart rate despite the obvious panic he's in, however we haven't seen this before so we don't know how to counter it." the doctor was busy reading something on a tablet, most likely a list of possibilities that the issue could be.
"The bitch gave it to him like a drink, so couldn't he just barf it up?" Dean asked as he leaned against an orderly at the foot of the bed. Everyone stopped and stared at him for a second, wondering how much of that was true and not from the drugs, before Sam's heart rate lowered even further and the doctor and nurses snapped back to the now convulsing man on the bed.
"Get something we can hold the vomit in, I want a test done so we can identify what she gave him." They had rolled Sam to where he was hanging off the side of the bed, and as a new trash can was placed below his head, a nurse opened his mouth and used a popsicle stick to trigger his gag reflex. Immediately, blueish green bile spilled from John's youngest and he had to turn away as they continued to violently flush his stomach. After Sam was only retching clear bile, they rolled him back onto the bed.
Someone cleared the trash can, taking it down to the lab to be tested as the doctor and nurses made sure that Sam was no longer in danger of dying. John watched Dean sag into the orderly who was supporting him more than his oldest probably realised, or at least was willing to admit. Once the doctor deemed Sam safe, he backed away from the bed, turning around and holding his arms over his forehead and taking deep breaths.
When he turned back around, John was worried that the doctor was going to turn into something, possibly sprout fangs and admit to being a vampire over the added stress, (only reason that option was out was because he had already subtly tested everyone who had come in constant contact with his sons). "Who fucking tried to kill my patient?" His voice was eerily calm, something that John recognized from when he or any of his fellow hunters learned that a hunt was sabotaged.
"That bitch." Dean gestured over his shoulder. The doctor that he was beating up earlier was being watched by the second orderly, and shrank under the accusatory glares.
"Stella?" Doctor Manson's voice could cut through metal.
"He's, he's under heavy medication, probably misunderstood what I was doing." Stella tried to defend.
"And what were you doing? Lab team isn't given access to patients..."
"I was… checking up on Sam. The chemicals we found in his bloodstream were concerning and I wanted to observe the effects." Stella's voice grew stronger with her statement, thinking that she was actually able to come up with something believable.
"Then why didn't you go through the proper procedures? You know that a nurse would be required to be with you during scientific observations." the woman had stepped back from the simmering doctor, unknowingly stepping into the vise-like grip of the orderly behind her.
"I forgot?"
"Robert, take her to one of the offices and lock her in. Keep someone outside the door until the police get here." Stella paled and tried to pull away but the man's grip was strong and wasn't able to break free. John watched in satisfaction as she was carted away, smirking at Bobby's mumbled, "Why is it always the good looking ones."
"Now Dean, you need to get back in bed, your adrenaline is going down and those drugs are about to take over."
"No way am I going back to sleep!" Dean protested, oblivious to his feet which were giving out beneath him. "Sammy's not safe here."
"Dean, stop fighting." John's sharp tone penetrated whatever fog Dean was in. "Bobby and I won't leave the two of you alone while you're here." He said the words to comfort his son, but also as a warning to the doctor. The two hunters will not be leaving the younger men alone, not if there's even a chance of another attack.
Dean took his father's words and mulled them over before motioning with his head towards his bed, accepting the protection. Helped back into bed, Dean basically passed out the moment his head hit the pillow, face turned towards his brother with one hand slightly extended towards Sam.
The men then moved to stand in the doorway, John making sure he was able to see into his son's room for the conversation. "Who the hell was that bitch?"
Dr. Manson ran a hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact with the two very pissed men in front of him. "That woman was Dr. Stella Davies, one of the toxicologists who works in the labs. She was the one I had to go to for the strange chemicals we found in Sam's blood." He took a breath, knowing what he was about to say would anger the men. "Her reasoning for being in the room would be sound, and technically, we can't prove that she was the one who just poisoned Sam."
"How can we not prove it? She was the only unauthorized person in that room!" Bobby growled.
"At the moment, we only have circumstantial evidence. Yes, we are certain that she was the one who administered the poison, however our word isn't going to be solid evidence. Especially in the case that your sons are already apart of with Millie." Which was something that he still couldn't wrap his brain around. Millie had been a welcomed addition to the small town, a young and energetic woman who brought smiles to everyone. Granted, it was probably a bit weird that she was able to afford such a nice house when she worked at a gas station but she explained it as money she got from her parents. "We can, however, look into Dr. Davies worked in the labs, see if she had any notes on the original drugs we found. She looked a little too interested in the findings now that I think of it."
John and Bobby shared what seemed to be a telepathic conversation before turning back to the doctor. "Would you like us to help? Bobby here happens to be a retired agent, so he could help look into things." John suggested.
"While I'd be grateful for the offer, I can't let you do that, hospital policy." Dr. Manson's attention was then grabbed by a passing nurse, requesting his assistance for another patient. "If the two of you would excuse me, I have to go."
He left the two standing in the hallway, unaware of the older one slipping down the hall to the lab, the other moving back into his son's room preparing to keep a constant vigil.
Hey Y'all!
Thanks again for reading! I am sorry that this chapter is so short but I wanted to get at least something out!
So I am thinking about having a little competition between my AO3 and followers;
Whichever site has the most comments, gets the next chapter a day earlier than the other.
This is really cause I like competition so have fun!