Supernatural: Fighting For You
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A/N: Thank you so much, Leann Nickerson, for your reviews! I really appreciate them and I am glad you are enjoying the story!
This was bad.
The hospital shook, nurses were freaking out and patients didn't know what was going on. It had taken thirty minutes for the demons to find them, but the warding under the now closed door had managed to keep them out of the room for going on an hour and fifteen after they arrived. Jody could hear the walls straining as the demons tried to break the warding.
Sam looked at her from his protective stance near Dean's bed as they heard glass breaking somewhere outside the room.
When a distinctively loud cracking sound made its way to their ears, Jody watched with frustration as the warding under the door gave way. "Sam!" She called, one particularly mean-looking and possessed nurse managing to punch a fist through the glass of the locked door, not shattering the plexiglass, but leaving jagged edges around the hole.
Holy water at the ready, Sam moved closer, as soon as the arm came through the glass to reach the lock, he doused it. Smoke immediately fizzled off the nurse's arm and they jerked it out of the hole, shrieking as they moved away.
Quickly painting warding around the hole in the door, Sam could feel his heart pounding. Seeing the warding, the demons outside of the room glared at Sam before stalking away.
Sharing a small smile with Jody, Sam looked to Dean. The heart monitor was maintaining a steady rhythm and Sam was glad the ventilator that Dean had been on right after surgery hadn't been needed longer. Dean being able to breathe on his own made their situation slightly better.
His evaluation of his brother was abruptly halted when a chair came flying through the glass wall. Moving between his brother and the chair, Sam barely managed to grab it and halt it from hitting Dean in the chest.
"Sam!"
Quickly throwing the chair back towards the demons, Sam dodged a blow and brought the demon blade up swiftly, striking the closest demon in the heart.
Jody quickly doused the approaching demons she could reach with holy water, dodging blows and trying to work in-tangent with Sam to get the demons close enough that he could stab them. They fought like this wave after wave. Jody could feel herself getting tired and knew Sam had to really be feeling the fight as well.
"Jody!" Sam called as a rather beefy demon grabbed his shirt collar and threw him into a wall.
"All we want is you, Winchester," the demon growled, "dead, that is," an ugly smirk distorting his face.
Before Sam could stop him, the demon had his hands around Sam's throat, two other demons seizing the opportunity and rushing to grab Sam's arms.
Jody found herself facing off against two demons. They smirked as they prevented her from getting to Sam. Grimly noting that her supply of holy water was quickly running out, she just glared at them. They couldn't hold them off much longer.
Dean had been ignored so far and both she and Sam was immensely grateful for that.
"Go-oo-d l-luck" Sam managed to get out, gasping against the crushing grip, his feet scraping against the wall and barely touching the floor.
With a satisfied and sadistic smile, the demon tightened his grip.
Sam could feel the world going dark and barely managed to pull his thoughts together enough to send a prayer Castiel's way. Dark dots clouding his vision, he faintly registered a change in the air.
Suddenly released, he found himself sliding against the wall, the demon's hand no longer at his throat.
Coughing, he heard the demons shriek in terror and groggily looked around for Castiel. What he saw made his heart stop, his breath catching in his damaged throat.
"D-dean?" he whispered, his windpipe aching at even that quiet effort.
Dean was sitting upright, his eyes glowing a bright blue, electrified veins streaking blue and white across his skin. Sam could feel the pulsing of the power coming from his brother. Watching as the demons were held tight in some kind of force, he blinked his eyes as an Enochian rune began to burn brightly through the bandages on the right side of Dean's chest.
Dean's right hand came up, his head tilting slightly to the side, and with a flick of his wrist, the five demons in the room burned from the inside out before Sam's eyes.
Faintly he felt Jody's hands on his back, trying to make sure he was ok. Without moving his eyes from Dean's face, Sam watched as the veins faded, the rune leaving a burnt pattern on the bandages, and Dean fell back onto his hospital bed, his eyes closed, his heart monitor beeping fast, the only medical sign that something had happened.
Managing to glance at Jody, he found her just as captivated with Dean's figure as he had been.
The hospital had grown quiet. The demons that had been outside the room fled as soon as their colleagues turned to ash.
With Jody's help, Sam managed to pull himself up off the floor, he could feel his throat tightening under the bruising.
Again staring at Dean, Sam was momentarily at a loss as to what to do.
"Are you all okay in here?" A small female voice asked from just outside the shattered wall.
Gulping, Sam turned toward her, "I think so." He said, his brain shifting into hunter mode, trying to figure out what he could say to explain the red paint on the ash-covered floor. The last thing they needed was to be kicked out of the hospital before Ellijeuh came back for them.
Briefly looking at the ash, water, glass, and red paint in the room, the nurse's gaze shifted back to Sam, gasping as she saw the bruise forming on his throat, "L-let me get you some ice for that." Turning away, she swiftly began walking away, her body language tense.
"Let me go explain to her," Jody said, "see if you can clean or cover some of this up."
Sam nodded, his gaze flitting between Jody's back, the nurse, and back to Dean. Using his boot, he scrapped some of the ashes over the warding on the floor, making it less visible. With a regretful look at the red paint on the door, he looked around quickly and then kicked it, the red-stained plexiglass falling to the ground and swiftly pushed against a wall.
With a brief look at the rest of the room, Sam moved over to Dean's side, carefully taking Dean's hand in his.
"Hey, Dean, can you hear me?" Sam's throat ached, his other hand carefully feeling around the bruising.
Watching carefully, he was disappointed when there was no response, Dean didn't even twitch. "I'm gonna figure this out, Dean, it's all going to be okay." He forced the words out, the pain grounding him briefly.
"We will figure this out, Sam, you are not alone." Castiel's deep voice filled the room.
"Cas!" Sam called, his voice breaking as his throat protested.
With a frown, Castiel quickly approached Sam and placed two fingers on his forehead. The relief was instantaneous.
"You look better," Sam said, the tightness in his throat completely gone.
"The empty was draining him," Jack's voice carried across the room and Sam turned to see him on the other side of Dean's bed.
"Jack!" He smiled, "it's good to see you."
"It's good to see you as well, Sam," Jack moved his hand over Dean's forehead, a soft glow growing and encasing his brother's chest.
With a gasp, Dean's eyes began fluttering and Sam felt relief flood him as Jack healed the remainder of the wound.
Fighting to open his eyes, Dean could feel the improvement in his body and the small prick as someone removed what he assumed was his IV line.
"Sam?" he asked, managing to pull his eyelids apart and take in the three blurry figures in the room.
"I'm here, Dean, I'm here," Sam again grabbed Dean's hand, Castiel moving closer to the bed.
"Wh-what happened?" He asked, his voice catching as his dry throat inhibited his ability to speak. His head was foggy, the pain medicine clouding his thoughts.
"Where is Ellijeuh?" Castiel asked, watching as Sam moved to grab a cup and fill it with water from the bathroom.
"Demons. And, he went to prepare a safe place. He should be back in about thirty-five minutes. We were trying to hold out until he got here." Sam glanced at Jack and Castiel as he carefully held the water up for Dean to drink.
Jack looked around at the mess that was the hospital, the confusion, pain, and fear of the occupants of the building pulling at his heart. With a snap of his fingers, the hospital returned to the state it was in before the demon attack, the patients, doctors, and staff all forgetting the experience they just had.
Sam, Dean, and Castiel looked up at him.
Just as he opened his mouth to explain, he saw Dean lurch and clutch his chest, a groan escaping his lips.
"Dean?" Sam asked, hurriedly setting the water cup down and grabbing Dean's shoulders. Jack moved closer, drawn to the Enochian rune he could feel pulsing in Dean's chest.
His thoughts racing, Jack found himself captivated by the power contained within the rune.
Carefully reaching his hand out, he barely registered Sam's confused, curious, and cautious gaze.
Lightly touching the rune, his eyes met Dean's as he felt the power expand, enveloping them, static filling the air.
"Jack?" Dean asked, pain in his voice, he could feel the power moving inside him, feel the inadequacy of his being to contain such power.
Without a word, Jack placed his other hand on Sam's chest, an orange glow immediately shinning through Sam's shirt. Groaning, Sam found himself pulsing with a power similar to what he'd felt coming off of Dean.
Just as suddenly as the static had filled the air, it left, Jack moving away from both Sam and Dean, his back to them as he slowly paced away.
"Jack?" Castiel asked, Jody cautiously moving back into the room, the hair on her arms standing up at the residual static.
"I can disconnect heaven and hell from them." Jack turned around, "but I cannot do it here," closing his eyes, he quickly took count of the demon presence he could feel amassing in the surrounding town.
"Good thing I finished preparing somewhere safe," Ellijeuh said, Jody jumping as he appeared behind her.
Exchanging glances, Jody quickly smiled at Dean, who smiled briefly back at her. Jack made eye contact with Ellijeuh and nodded, snapping his fingers and instantly transporting them to Ellijeuh's safehouse.
"Now what?" Dean asked, finding himself fully clothed, bandage-free, and only slightly wobbly in what looked like a replica of the beautiful room Zacharia had used; Sam, Castiel, Jody, Ellijeuh, and Jack standing around him.
"Now comes the hard part," Jack said, his gaze determined, but remorseful.