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Dean's Song
Chapter 12 – Antidote
A moment later, the sound of a single gun shot echoed through the room as two bodies fell to the floor…
The room was in chaos, objects swirling around as a terrible wind and shrieking sound could be heard throughout the house. It was the sound of death…a death from one who had not gone willingly. The very foundation of the house shook with the intensity of the sudden release.
Dean groaned as he rolled out from under Alex's body. He looked at Alex and he saw the blood spreading from a gun shot wound to the heart. But Dean couldn't remember firing a shot. He sat up looking at the gun in his hand…opening the chamber, only two rounds were missing. "What the…how?" Dean started as he looked up at the bed.
Sam was sitting up, a gun held in his hand. Dean watched as the gun began to shake, "Sammy…heh…it's ok…you can let it go now." Dean climbed to his feet and watched as Sam's eyes blinked, but continued to stare straight ahead. The gun that had been pointed where Alex had been; began to slowly move towards Sam's head.
"Sammy…can you hear me…it's over…you did it little brother!" Dean touched Sam's shoulder as he reached over and gently removed the gun from his brother's hand. He watched as Sam started to shake, falling back onto the bed. Sam was going into a seizure.
Dean quickly pulled Sam down onto the floor and turned him onto his side. He watched helplessly as the seizure continued for a few more minutes and then Sam was quiet again…too quiet. Dean rolled his brother over and felt for a pulse. It was there but faint. "Hold on Sam…I'm going to get you to the hospital…don't you quit on me now!" Dean looked at the body of the Siren, the body had aged as the Siren died, leaving only a pile of dust and bones. As Dean reached for his cell phone, he heard Sam groan.
Dropping to his knees, he held Sam's head in his lap. "Dean…poisoned…need" Sam's voice was barely above a whisper. Dean closed his eyes as he remembered how his brother came to be in this position. He jumped as he felt Sam's hand reach up and pat him on the face.
"Heh…not your fault…remember asylum…same thing!" Dean felt the tears in his eyes as he realized that Sam was trying to make him feel better. He had put himself in danger to save his sorry ass…right now; all Dean cared about in the world was right here in his lap, probably dying unless he could get him some help soon. "Sammy, we need to get you to the hospital…they can figure out what the poison is and make you better…just hold on for me!"
"Dean…antidote…antidote…in" Sam's eyes started to close as the poison continued to eat away at his body. He wanted to just let go, but he had to try to make Dean understand.
"Antidote? You mean she had an antidote? Where is it Sammy…tell me!" Dean patted his face lightly trying to get Sam to wake up.
"Uhmmm…pocket of dress…she put it in the pocket…said it was…antidote…Oh God, Dean…I can't take the pain anymore…it hurts!" Sam started to twist in agony on the floor, grabbing for his stomach.
"Just hold on Sam…let me get it for you!" Dean ran over to the clothes that were lying on the floor. Picking up the dress, he began to search through her pocket, astonished to find a vial of liquid inside.
Grabbing the vial, he returned to Sam's side. "Sam, I found it…but how do we know it's the antidote…it could just be some other poison. I'm going to get you to the hospital…they can verify what's in the vial."
"NO…no Dean" Sam coughed, groaning as his vision continued to gray on the edges. "No time…won't make it. Go ahead and try it…I'm dead either way!" Sam cried again as the pain in his stomach increased…he knew that he didn't have much time.
Dean looked at his brother, the fear showing in his eyes as he tried to figure out what to do. Sam's fever was extremely high and his eyes were beginning to lose focus. Looking at the vial in his hand, Dean made his decision. "Ok Sammy…but you gotta promise not to leave me ok? I mean it…if you die; I'm going to be really pissed!"
"Dean…no matter what happens…just wanted you to know…best brother I could have asked for…not your fault you understand Dean…not your fault!" Sam grabbed Dean's arm, trying to make sure that his brother understood.
"Damn it Sammy…here, let me help you." Dean held Sam upright, helping his brother to drink the liquid in the bottle. Sam gagged as the liquid ran down his throat. Dean reached down and helped his brother back up onto the bed. He watched as Sam started to close his eyes. "Remember Sam…you come back to me…don't you even think of dying on my watch!"
Dean checked Sam's pulse and noticed it felt a little stronger. His brother's breathing also didn't seem as labored as before. But his fever was still extremely high. Dean knew he had to get his fever down and fast. Going into the small bathroom, he filled the tub with cold water. Returning to Sam, he stripped his clothes off, leaving him in only his briefs. Placing his brother's arm over his shoulder once more, he dragged Sam into the bathroom and lowered him into the tub.
Placing a towel behind Sam's head, Dean kept using the washcloth to rinse down Sam's back and chest. As Dean kept sponging the cool water onto Sam, he saw flashes of Sam…he smiled as he remembered the times he had given Sam his baths when he was small…the pride he felt on the day that Sam got his diploma…the many times he and Sam had hunted together…"Come on little brother…we've gotten through worse than this…you just have to make it…please Sammy, open your eyes!" Dean could feel the tears falling as he continued to work on his brother.
Sam felt cold. He could hear a familiar voice in the distance, but he was too tired to respond. He just wanted the pain to go away…just wanted to rest. As he felt himself falling into the dark area of his mind, he sensed that something else waited for him…suddenly he was afraid…there was something else…something evil reaching for him.
"You may have destroyed the vessel, but now you will suffer…and through you, your brother in turn will suffer!"
Sam began to fight his way back to awareness. He followed the soft voice of his brother, smiling as he felt the comforting touch of his brother's hand. For just a moment, he concentrated and drank in the strength offered by the simple touch…he let himself fill with the unselfish love never expressed verbally, but shown to him every day in many ways.
Dean noticed the change in Sam; he saw the soft smile touch his brother's face and the eye movement. "Sammy…heh…can you open your eyes?" Dean watched his brother struggle towards consciousness, marveling at the strength of his brother. "Sammy?"
Sam groaned as he opened his eyes to see the worried look in his brother's face. "Dean…so cccold…why…where am I?" Sam was so weak, he couldn't lift his arms. He felt his body continue to shiver from the cold water.
"Sammy…I had to cool you down, your fever was getting much too high…you had a seizure man…tell me, how are you feeling kiddo…any more pain? Dean reached for a towel as he let the water out of the tub. He saw Sam grimace with pain when he tried to use his injured knee to rise from the tub.
"Hold on there…the poison may be working its way out of your system…but your knee is still in pretty bad shape…you must have walked over 5 miles on that leg without your cane. Let me help you up and get you back into bed."
Sam was still exhausted and wanted only to sleep. "Thanks Dean…for everything."
Dean smiled as he wrapped the towel around his brother's body and helped him to the bed in the room. Sam stopped and looked at the remains of the Siren that still lay on the floor at the foot of the bed. "Sorry I shot your girlfriend Dean."
"Don't worry kiddo…she was too old for me anyway!" Dean laughed softly as he helped Sam into the bed. Dean tucked Sam back into bed, glad to see that the fever had decreased and Sam seemed to be in less pain than before. Maybe they could avoid a trip to the hospital after all.
"Ok Sam, you just rest there for a little bit while I clean up this mess…hey!" Dean yelled as a picture frame that had been lying on the floor flew up and hit him in the back.
"Sammy…did you just do that…so help me, if you're playing around…that wasn't funny!" Dean turned to glare at his brother. He stopped at the serious expression he saw on his brother's face.
"You just did that with your spoon bending powers, right Sam…tell me it was you!"
Sam looked at Dean and sighed…"No Dean, it wasn't me!"
TBC
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