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Chapter 2
"How's he doing?" Nick asked Jim as he walked towards the man. Jim Brass was standing in front of Room 314 where Sam Winchester was put in.
"Physically, doc says he'll mend. Mentally though," he finished the sentence with a shrug.
"Poor kid," Nick said as he looked into the small window on the door.
"Yeah," Jim whispered as he too peered into the small glass.
They could see that Sam was awake but stared unconsciously into the space. His face wore a mask of nothingness. Both of them had seen many types of crime being committed in Vegas, people being killed for all sorts of reasons but it's always this sort of crime that gets to them. The sort of crime that leaves the victim scarred for life with wounds that will never heal properly.
"Did anyone examine him for evidence?" Nick broke the silence.
"Yeah, Catherine came in a while ago. She went back to the lab," Brass replied, "I knew you were coming over but I don't think a male examiner is what he needs now. Sorry."
"It's okay. I understand. Have you question him?"
Jim shook his head, "No, I thought I'd wait for you for this one."
"Do you think he's up for it?"
"We could ask," Jim said as his hand grasp the handle and push the door opened.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Can you scry faster?" Dean said with a sigh.
He and the Halliwell sisters were in their attic, trying to come with an idea on how to find Dean's younger brother, Sam.
Phoebe, who were doing the scrying, rolled her eyes. Dean had been pacing up and down the attic and it was beginning to make her dizzy.
"How did you know about us again?" Piper asked as she as still wary of the young man.
"You were in my father's journal. I mean he mentioned about the Charmed Ones in San Francisco. And your address." Dean explained. He had explained to Phoebe when she opened the door for him and she, with her empathy power, believed him.
"And your father would be?" Piper asked him with narrowed eyes as if trying to scan for lies.
"John Winchester. Remember? He helped us with the Werewolves problem a couple of years ago?" this time it was Paige who answered.
"Hmmm… you're John's son? What proof do you have?" Piper asked again.
Phoebe were getting tired of her ten million questions and she came to Dean's rescue.
"He just is, Piper," she replied.
Piper looked at her younger sister and then gave up, "Fine."
"Phoebe, are you getting anywhere near him?" an exasperated Dean asked again.
Phoebe looked up annoyed and said, "It's not easy to scry for a non-magical being."
"And we can't use the To Find A Lost Witch spell, cause he's not one." Piper explained.
"And I'm looking at the Book of Shadows for any usable spell," Paige said as she flipped through the book.
Dean gave a long sigh and sat down on a chair. He covered his face in his hands and sighed yet again.
"I can't believe this is happening. He could be lost and hurt somewhere out there and all I could do now is just wait. I am useless. I shouldn't have gone and fine him in the first place."
None of the sisters could reply because they do not understand what he was saying.
"What happened with your brother Dean" ever the psychologist, Phoebe asked.
But Dean just shook his head and continued, "Do you know what I told him before I lost him? I told him that he was a selfish bastard and I hate him for it. But he's not. He's not a selfish person. He is just scared of this life style. He wanted out, he got out. But I had to drag him back in. And left him out there."
As he looked up, the sisters could see tears in his eyes. But they do not understand.
"Maybe you should start from the beginning," Paige suggested softly as she walked towards him and sat down beside him.
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"Samuel Winchester?" Jim called out softly as they neared the bed.
Sam turned towards them and nodded. Then he added a soft, "Yes"
"Hi, I am Detective Jim Brass and this is CSI Nick Stokes. We are here to ask you some questions? Do you think you can handle a few questions?"
Sam thought for a while and then nodded slowly. He tried to sit up but slumped back down as he was still weak. But Nick was quickly by his side helping him up.
"Thanks," Sam said to him.
"No problem," Nick replied.
"Do you remember what happened to you Samuel?" Jim asked with concerned eyes.
"Sam," a soft whisper.
"What?" Jim asked. Even Nick couldn't hear him.
"It's Sam," he said again, this time a little louder.
"Okay, Sam. Do you remember what happened?"
A moment of silence. Then, "Bits and pieces. Someone hit me on the head. I smelled chloroform. When I woke, I was in a vehicle, my head on someone's lap. He was stroking… my hair… and … singing," then he choked with tears streaming down his face.
Jim caught Nick's eyes and sighed. They felt bad for Sam but they need all the information possible. And the more they delay, the more information they could lose.
They waited for Sam to calm down and when he did, he continued, " Then I fell asleep again until… pain… the pain woke me up. They were… they were… they…" but he could not continue and broke down in sobs.
Nick felt sorry for him. In his eyes, Sam was just a kid. A crying kid that needs to be comforted. So he went to him and took Sam in his arms and let him cry while he patted his back.
"I want Dean. Where's Dean? Please get Dean for me. Please. Tell him I am sorry. That I'll never be selfish again. Please. Dean…" As Nick held him, Sam kept repeating that until he fell asleep. He was more tired than he had thought. Nick gently lay him back on the bed and tucked him in.
When they were outside the room, Nick asked Jim the obvious question, "Who's Dean?"
"I ran a check on Sam. He has a brother named Dean Winchester. And he's dead. Apparently he was a murderer and they found him dead in a victim's house."
Nick thought about the new information and concluded, "Delusions then."
"Well, this kind of trauma could do that a person's mental state."
Before they go, both took another look to the small glass to see Sam sleeping, undoubtly, a fitful sleep.
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The second dosage…
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