I know that it has been too long since my last update and i am really sorry, but blame it on the damn computer who deleted this chapter like ten times, even though I had already edited it five times!
Chapter 5: Darkness Becomes You
I was young but I wasn't naive
I watched helpless as he turned around to leave
And still I have the pain I have to carry
A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried
Dean awoke to find his father standing next to the window, peering out of it as if it were the most interesting thing that he had ever seen. His mind was still fogged up on what had happened, and whey he was in a hospital. The hospital, he realised with a start; looking around the room, noticing the white walls, the beeping heart monitor, and the almost overwhelming sterile smell.
"How you doing Dean?" His father asked as he walked over to his son, hearing his breathing deepen and speed up as he woke.
"I'm okay," Dean said and with a jerk, he realised that Sam was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Sammy?" He asked, his voice laced with concern for his little brother.
"He's still in surgery, there was severe internal damage," John said and then seeing Dean's look he added, "It's only been a couple of hours since they brought you, Sam and the doctor in." Dean looked relieved that he hadn't been unconscious for that long, but he was also worried about Sam.
"When did you get here?" Dean asked, trying to change the subject and get his mind off of Sammy.
"I got here about the same time that you and your brother arrived. The men that picked you up told my friend that you were attacked when they were trying to get you to the hospital. Was it the werewolf?" Dean nodded in response, the question bringing him back to the topic of the fight and how bad Sam had looked when they were out in the woods.
"Yeah I think so. Sam was already on the copter and so was Lucas," when John looked confused as to who Lucas was Dean added, "he's the doctor that was with Sam and me when we were brought in. I don't really remember what happened after that. There was a blurry figure coming at me, and it felt like I was drugged or something, because my reflexes were slowed and I couldn't move fast enough to get out of the way. Anyway the damn thing slammed into me and after that there was a bang and then I don't remember anything but blackness."
John nodded as his son told him what had happened, listening to him intently. He saw the uneasy look cross over Dean's face a minute later when Dean remembered something that had happened, but it looked like he didn't know how to tell him. "Dean, son what is it? what's wrong?" John asked, and saw the conflicted look come over Dean's face, before he opened his mouth to speak.
"Dad, Sam's been cutting himself," he saw darkness sweep over his father's features, but pressed on none the less. "He's been acting different lately, waking up early, taking these long walks before the sun's even up; and he's been spending a lot of time in the bathroom, especially after nightmares that seem to wake him every night." He paused looking as if he was lost, and trying to find the right words, but when he couldn't he said, "Dad I don't know what to do for him."
"We'll figure it out Dean. Even if we have to beat it out of him, we'll help him, and find out what's been hurting him so badly, we'll figure it out." His father's voice was strong, but Dean could see the hurt and hesitation in his eyes.
"Even if we have to have a chick flick moment?" Dean asked, looking absolutely disgusted at the idea.
"Yep Dean, even if we have to have a chick flick; we'll help Sammy." John laughed at Dean's expression, knowing that his son was the dictionary meaning of the word macho and that he hated to talk about his feelings. The problem was that he knew if Sam wanted to hide something, he would fight tooth and nail to do it; and John knew that his son wasn't going to want to talk about what was happening to him; but John would fight tooth and nail to help either one of his sons.
After all this time
I never thought we'd be here
Never thought we'd be here
When my love for you was blind
But I couldn't make you see it
Couldn't make you see it
That I loved you more than you'll ever know
A part of me died when I let you go
Gavin Sinders walked through the halls of the hospital, trying to keep the disgust of the sanitizing smell off his mind. His face looked serene to anyone who walked by him, and everyone who walked by him smiled for some unknown reason. His mind was full of thoughts of torturing the youngest Winchester though, blood thirsty thoughts in every right.; and he outwardly smirked at the thought, just a small quirk of his lips, but it was enough to send a shiver down anyone's spine when it was added to the evil glint in his eyes.
Gavin tried to take his thoughts off of the ache in his shoulder and right abdomen. Being shot twice in the span of a couple hours did nothing to make his mood better, but he knew that they would heal quickly, knew that they already had mostly. Leaving only a dark pink scar in each place and a severe ache in both places. He could deal with the pain though, knowing that he wouldn't have to wait too long before he could feast, both for his demon side and his werewolf side.
He decided that it would probably be best to go after the doctor first, after all he had suffered the longest out of the three men that he had hurt. He had a really good time torturing the doctor after he had found out what the man had done, and even though the man should have held no guilt for what had happened, he had plenty to go around, and Gavin had found it absolutely delightful to play with the man's mind.
Gavin had been operating on a young girl. The girl had been only sixteen, and the man was supposed to take out a cancerous tumor from the girl's chest, but when he had gotten to the point that he was cutting it out of the girl, he had hit a newly formed artery, not having seen it and the girl had bled out. The family hadn't blamed him but the man had enough blame on himself to go around.
Gavin smiled as he walked into the man's room, seeing the man asleep in the bed and the heart monitor beeping steadily. He walked steadily closer to the man's bed, and as if the man could sense something wrong in the room, he flinched in his sleep. Gavin smirked and placed his hands on the man's temples. The man instantly tensed and opened his eyes.
Seeing Gavin there, Lucas started to raise his hands to push the man away from him, fear taking over him, but there was also an anger simmering in his veins at the man who had held him captive for so long. His hands never reached Gavin's, as a searing pain burst through his mind, and words formed through the pain.
'It's your fault she's dead. You're supposed to be the expert, and yet you cut the wrong thing and she bled out, it's all your fault. It should have been you!'
The mantra played over and over in his head, and he started to repeat the words along with the voice in his head. Lucas' eyes rolled back and he seized, the pain in his mind and the shock of all the voices knowing that it was his fault the girl had died, finally getting to him. Lucas was dead in less than a minute, an overload of his brain.
The demon's hunger in Gavin was quenched and the werewolf in him told him to feed. He quickly transformed into the animal that inhabited him, fur rippling over firm muscles and teeth extending. He opened his mouth wide and fed on the doctor, not even caring that he was in a hospital and with the man flat lining the doctors would be swarming in the room in a matter of moments.
As soon as the footsteps sounded in the hall. Gavin let his quarry be and ran to the window. With one final look at the mangled body, and a wolf grin, he jumped out the window, landing on his feet, and took off running before the door to the man's room was even opened. He kept running deep into the night, knowing that he would be back soon, and that he would then feast on the guilt ridden soul of the young Samuel Winchester…
A/N: Thank you all for the reviews and I hope you liked the chapter and the song was generously supplied by Lifehouse… It's name is blind, listen to the song I can guarantee it's a good song…
