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Title:Expect The Unexpected
Rating:T(just to be safe)
Characters:Dean, Sam, and Oc's
Genre:Drama/Angst
Summary:The Winchester brothers are made to remember that not all bad things that can happen are "Supernatural",but will one of them live to learn from this.
Disclaimer:I do not own anything or anyone related to "Supernatural"
Expect The Unexpected
Chapter 3
"Jesus." the man who looked like his old teacher, who had told him his name was Mark, muttered under his breath when he peeled Deans shirt away, seeing clearly for the first time the bullet wound in his lower chest.
"That.. b-bad.. huh?"Dean gasped out. It had hurt when Mark pulled the shirt up, and it was quite an effort to even talk at the moment.
"Oh, no dear, its not so bad."Emma interjected with an unconvincing smile ,as she petted his head, which was resting in her lap while Mark and the old man worked on stopping his wound from bleeding.
"Hmm..."Matt, the captor watching over them scoffed, peering at Deans chest."Are we looking at the same thing here lady, cause from where I'm standing it looks pretty damn bad."
"Will you please shut up?"she hissed in reply, through clenched teeth, glaring daggers at him.
"What? Just telling our boy Dean here the truth."he replied, shrugging, then added".I was always taught that honesty was the best policy myself."
"Did you learn that from your mother?"Emma asked the man.
"As a matter of fact, yes I did."he answered."What's it to you?"
"Oh, nothing. It's just I'm sure she'd be real proud of you right now."she replied, then turned her attention back to Dean. Zach who was standing nearby laughed at the way Matts face turned red at her statement.
"You think that's funny kid?"Matt asked angrily.
"Yeah, don't you?he replied, smirking.
"Hey, Florence Nightingale and friends."Roy said loudly from across the room."Hurry up with that so we can get the little kid and her mother back in here."he ordered.
"We're working on it Roy."Mark replied, giving the man a look of annoyance, then addressed the old man,"We need something to put pressure on it."
"Don't suppose you carry a first aid kit around, just in case you happen to shoot somebody, do you?" the old man asked Matt.
"Ha, very funny pops."Matt replied.
"Here, you can use my t-shirt, I got this other one on too."Zach said, handing it to Mark, who smiled gratefully.
"Not much we can do about the broken ribs." Mark remarked to the older man, who nodded his head, a grim expression on his face."Alright then, hold down his
arms, just in case, while I do this."and he put the bundled up shirt on the wound and pressed his weight on to it.
"How we doing up there son?"Howard asked Dean after a minute or so.
"He's fine."Emma answered for him."You're just fine aren't you, sweetie?"she asked, soothingly stroking his hair.
Dean, who was biting his lip against the yell of pain that threatened to erupt from him, eyes tightly closed, opened them and, looking up at the comforting face of the woman managed to nod his head.
"See."she said, looking at the two men with a triumphant smile.
"Yeah,he's fine. That's real great."Matt said sarcastically."Now hurrythe hell up!"
Five or so minutes later, Mark let his weight up and carefully looked under the shirt."Hey, its slowed down alot. Its barely bleeding anymore, Dean."he announced smiling at him.
Dean was just so happy to have the mans weight off of him that he really didn't care much, but muttered thanks anyway.
"Good, you managed to slow his death. Everybody's happy. Now then, lets get the woman and kid back out here."Matt said, and Roy went to the bathroom door, and poking his head in said,"Alright, get on out here."
"Sit up."Dean said in barely a whisper.
"What dear?"Emma asked, leaning in closer to him.
"Help me sit up."he repeated louder and more clearly.
"That's not a good idea right now Dean. Just lay down for a while."she replied.
"No.'he said, and with a look of determination started pushing himself into a upright position.
"You, are a stubborn brat."Emma muttered, grabbing his arm and helping him when she saw arguing would do no good.
Mark who had seen what was happening, grabbed Deans other arm said," Actually, its probably better for him to sit up as long as he can."And when they
had Dean propped back up against the wall, told him to try and keep Zachs shirt pressed as tightly as he could against his wound.
"Ok."Dean grunted, then picked up his coat and struggled back into it, zipping it once again.
He saw Emma looking at him disapprovingly, and gave her the best smile he could manage and said,"I'm a stubborn brat."then closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall again, breathing heavily.
The woman and her daughter were walking past them after finally coming out of the bathroom, the little girl eating a bag of M&M's that her mother had in her purse.
She stopped abruptly in front of Dean and her mother said,"Katie, come on honey. Leave the man alone."
Dean, hearing this opened his eyes and saw the girl standing in front of him, smiling timidly.
"Hi there."he said,smiling back.
"Want a M&M?"she asked.
The very thought of any kind of food made him nauseas, but he answered,"Sure."
She dug in the bag until with a little happy squeal pulled out a blue one."Here,this colors thebest."she said, handing it to him.
"Thanks Katie."he said, and popped it in his mouth, swallowing it quickly, then added"You're right. Blue is the best."
Smiling, the little girl said,"Mommy has more in her pocketbook, so if you want your own bag I can get them."then lowering her voice, and leaning closer
to him added,"I'm not 'sposed to eat alot of candy so she keeps them hid. She thinks I don't know she's got em."
"Well, I'm not really hungry right now, but if I get the urge for some chocolate you'll be the first to know."he replied with a chuckle, then groaned at the
pain doing so caused, closing his eyes and grimacing.
"Come on sweetie."Katie's mom said taking her hand."Lets leave him.."
"Dean."Emma said ,interrupting her.
"Let's leave Dean alone for a while okay?" the mother finished.
"Ok."Katie said reluctantly after staring at him for a moment.
They had moved farther down from Dean and the others when the girl said,"Mommy, bend down. I wanna tell you a secret."
"Okay."she replied and bent down to her daughters level.
"Dean's cute. Not as cute as daddy of course, but almost."she whispered.
"Yeah, he is. But don't you dare tell your father I said so."she replied, winking conspiratorially at her daughter.
"I'm gonna marry him. You have daddy."the girl announced in a serious tone, which caused her mother to start laughing.
"Oh, silly girl, you're only four, so you have a while before you'll marry anyone, but I promise you,I'm totally happy with your father, so Dean's allyours."
"Good."she said happily, then flopped down on the floor to play with her doll she took everywhere with her.
"Looks like you have an admirer."Emma said to Dean.
"What can I say. The ladies love me, young and old. I'm a chick magnet."he replied.
"And so modest too."she said sarcastically.
The hostages all set in silence for the next hour, the only sounds being made were the little girl whispering to her doll, and Deans labored breathing.
"Why's it sohotin here?"he asked a few minutes later, and Emma turned to look at him, and saw he was now sweating profusely, his face flushed.
Picking up a bottle of water that the teller had brought them from the small fridge behind the desks, she handed it to him, and he quickly drank the whole
thing, while she and the old man exchanged worried glances.
Minutes later, he threw it and the food he'd eaten that morning up.
Things were about to get alot worse.
Sam finally reached the bank, and after paying the taxi fare and actually having ten dollars left, approached the large crowd gathered outside.
A burly police officer stopped him before he got too close though and said,"Sorry, this is a crime scene kid. Go home."
"My brother is in there."Sam argued.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, but you're still not getting through." the man said.
"The hell I'm not."Sam said indignantly, trying to push past the much bigger man, who only laughed at his efforts."Come on, just let me go talk to somebody and find out if he's okay."
"Look, you can go sit over there with those other people."the officer finally relented, pointing where a small group of people sat, distressed looks on their faces."And we'll let you know something as soon as we can."
"Can you at least tell me who is dead? Please?"Sam pleaded with him."He's the only family I have." Well technically his father was still alive(at least as far as he and Dean knew) but to Sam, his brother was truly the only family he'd had for a long time other than Jess, so he wasn't really lying.
"I aint supposed to tell you this kid, but if it will make you go sit down and quit trying to get past me then here goes, It was the bank security guard."he replied,
looking around to make sure no one else was listening. He usually didn't hand out info to people, and for all he knew the young man in front of him could be a news reporter trying to get the scoop before the others, but he struck him as being sincere, and truly distressed.
Sam breathed a sigh of relief, and looked gratefully at the man, saying,"Thanks."
"Yeah, don't mention it."he replied, then added,"And I mean really don't mention it. Now go sit."
"Gotcha."Sam said, and went to join the other people.
At least I know he's ok now, he thought, looking around at the crowd of news reporters, policemen, and various other people.
Now if those assholes would only hurry up and say what they want, and let him and the others go before the inevitable happens.
He does something stupid, or pisses somebody off. Which he knew from personal experience his brother was a pro at.
A short time later he noticed a commotion going on near one of the news vans and along with several of the other people sitting around him, walked over to see what was going on.
The news reporter that he had been watching when he first saw Deans car was getting ready to go back on air again, and by the way she was practically bouncing on her heels, you could tell she had something major to report.
"We ready guys?"she asked her cameramen, and after they nodded, one counted down from five and pointed at her.
"Good evening, I am standing here outside of the "Orchard Mills National Bank" where we have been throughout the day, giving you any news we have on the bank robbery that has now turned into a 13 person hostage situation. Though we still do not have all the names of the hostages, Channel 10 news has been exclusively granted permission to show this bit of footage taken from one of the live video feed cameras showing the failed attempt from a hostage to take down one of the fugitives. Be warned it is quite graphic, so view at your own discretion."
Then on a screen positioned inside of the woman's news van, an image popped up of a man holding one of the tellers by her shirt and though there was no sound, it was evident by his motions he was yelling at the frightened woman, who moments laters eyes grew wide and she pointed her finger at something and appeared to yell, then the camera they were viewing switched to another angle and Sams heart felt like it would pop out of his chest when he saw his brother walking up behind the man who held the woman.
"What the hell are you doing Dean?"he said aloud, getting strange looks from some of the people around him, but he didn't care."Don't be stupid."
Then he saw Dean turn quickly around and raise his hands up and it looked like he started to say something, but before he got it out he was thrown backwards
into the tellers cubicle, a bullet striking him in the chest. Where he landed crumpled on the ground, unmoving.
"Oh my god."Sam said, staring at his brothers still form, not wanting to believe what he had just seen.
They had shot Dean.
No. I'm just having another nightmare and will wake up soon, Sam said to himself.
There was no way that, after surviving all the evils from the unknown that they had in the past months, his brother had been shot in the chest by a gun. A regular, ordinary, gun.
No, I'm dreaming, he thought again, and I just need to wake up and Dean will be sitting in a chair, smirking at me like always.
Sam started immaturely pinching himself hard, over and over again while staring at the picture of his brother on the screen.
"Wake up, wake up..."he repeated over and over again as tears filled his eyes, but no matter how hard he pinched, nothing happened.
"Hey, stop doing that."the policeman from earlier, who had been relieved from his post just in time to see the video,and had walked up beside Sam, said , after noticing his actions.
Sam ignored him and just kept right on and the policeman walked closer to him and heard what he was muttering as he pinched himself."Wake up, wake up..."
"Hey kid, stop it, now! You'renot asleep."he said, grabbing Sams hands before he could add another bruise to his arms."What the hells wrong with you?"
Sams gaze slowly went to the policeman's face , revealing the younger man was crying.
"Hey, what's wrong kid?" the officer asked again, his voice filled with concern.
"My brother."was Sams reply.
"Yeah, I remember,your brothers in there, but I told you it was the guard who was kill..."he cut himself off before finishing his sentence when he saw Sams eyes move back towards the TV screen, and comprehension slowly came to him as he looked at the young man laying on the ground on it."Oh shit, is that your brother?"he asked after a moment's silence.
Sam slowly nodded his head and said,"Y-yeah."then said in a monotone voice," They killedhim."
"No. I told you only one person was dead."the officer stated quickly.
"But.."Sam said.
" He's. Still. Alive. I swear kid."the man interrupted."I was watching the feed when he woke up. I wouldn't lie about something like that."
Sam could tell the man was telling the truth, and sniffing while wiping his eyes on his sleeves, he looked at him, his look of despair now replaced with a different one, determination.
"Then I want to help get him and those other people out."he stated."Its my line of business, see I'm an FBI agent."and pulled out one of his many fake ID's.
tbc
How you all like that? Think they'll actually believe Sam?
coming next:The captors finally come up with some demands, another hostage is killed, and more...