Last chapter. Thanks to everyone who took the time to leave a review. I really appreciate it. I suck at endings and hope you're not disappointed with it.
The Sacrifice
Chapter twelve
Dean looked up at one of the officers standing nearby.
"They gave my brother something, poison maybe; I need to get him to the hospital."
"We have an ambulance outside." The officer said then radioed for a stretcher to be brought down.
Dean put his hand under Sam's chin and gently lifted his head and looked in his eyes.
"Sammy, you got to hang in there. I'm going to get you help and you're going to be fine. You just got to hang tough." Dean tried to reassure his brother even though his own stomach was twisted in a knot with worry.
"What….what's going on Dean?…..I thought….I thought it was over?... I thought we won." Sam tried to give his brother a brave little smile but instead ended up grimacing in pain.
"So did I Bro….There must have been something in that drink they gave you to wake you up. But we're going to find out what it is and you're going to be fine." Dean prayed that was true. Sam looked terrible and Dean could tell he was in agony.
"Oh God Dean it hurts…. it hurts …." Sam put his head back against the table leg and squeezed his eyes shut in pain as he wrapped his arms tight around his stomach as searing pains shot through him.
"I know it hurts Sam, but you got to hang on Bro." Dean pulled Sam into his arms wanting to take some of the pain away but not knowing how. He blinked back tears. It had almost destroyed him when he thought he had lost his brother earlier and he wasn't about to lose him again. He couldn't go through that pain, not again.
Sam grabbed Dean's arm and held on as waves of pain shot through him. He was scared. He had fought monsters and demons next to his brother all his life and now….now he was scared he was going to die next to his brother and he didn't even know what he was fighting.
"Hurry up with that stretcher!" Dean shouted over to the officer he had just talked to.
"Oh God Dean…." Sam moaned as he buried his face in his brother's chest.
Finally the stretcher arrived and Sam was loaded on to it. The paramedic not knowing what Sam had been given couldn't give him anything for the pain in case it would interact with what ever was already in his body. Dean told them how two different liquids had been poured into Sam's mouth, one to wake him up and one allowing him to move. One of the officers grabbed the bottles and placed them on the stretcher next to Sam so they could be tested at the hospital. Dean glared over at the doctor as he followed the stretcher up the steps.
"If anything happens to my brother I swear I'll kill you!" He shouted over to him.
"Your brother belongs to us now." The doctor said smiling.
Outside
Once outside Dean started to crawl into the back of the ambulance with his brother but was stopped.
"I'm sorry but your brother's condition is getting worse. We need both paramedics in the back working on him. You're going to have to find your own way to the hospital."
"I'm going with my brother." Dean started to push his way into the ambulance, he wasn't about to leave Sam out of his sight. He had no way of knowing if the paramedics could be trusted, they could be part of the cult and he wasn't about to leave his brother alone with them.
"I'm sorry, but there's no room in the back. Look…we got to get moving, we're losing him." The paramedic jumped in the back with his partner and the ambulance took off as a police officer grabbed hold of Dean and held him back.
"They might be part of this!" Dean shook lose from the officer and looked around desperately for a way to follow the ambulance.
"They're okay. I can vouch for them." The officer looked into Dean's worried face. "Come on I'll take you."
Dean jumped in the patrol car; he wasn't sure if he could trust the officer but knew he had no choice. They sped off after the ambulance.
On the way to the hospital they drove by the doctor's office and Dean spotted his car. He had the officer pull over and he jumped in his own car and began to follow him to the hospital. And then it came to him. He remembered the pills and drink that Sam had back at the motel room. And he remembered the doctor's daughter saying she wanted to put something in Sam's drink to counteract the poison. Maybe, just maybe the pills or the drink was what was causing Sam's condition. He spun the car around and headed for the motel room. Once there he grabbed the pills and the bottle of liquid the doctor had given Sam and sped to the hospital.
The Hospital
He asked for the doctor in charge and gave him the pills and bottle to be tested; he then paced outside the emergency room waiting to hear word on his brother's condition. Two hours later he couldn't take it any longer and was about to burst into the ER to see how Sam was doing but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder, it was the girl from the bar, the doctor's daughter.
"How's your brother?" She asked timidly, worried about how he would react to her.
"I don't know. They've been in with him for a little over two hours." He could tell the girl was scared and felt bad for her. "I want to thank you for going to the cops. You did the right thing."
"I should have reported what was going on a long time ago." Tears came to her eyes. "I don't know how many people they might have sacrificed ...but my dad was involved and …."
"Hey, I understand ….you stick by family…"
"But….when I realized they were going after your brother…well he seemed so sweet and nice….I just couldn't let them hurt him."
Tears welled up in Dean's eyes at her words. She was right, his brother was a nice kid and he couldn't even imagine life without him.
"So the pills your dad gave my brother were some kind of poison?"
She nodded her head as tears fell from her eyes.
"Do you have the antidote?"
"Yes, I already gave it to the doctor. The pills were a slow acting poison and the liquid was a strong sedative. That and a combination of drugs that my dad gave your brother when you rushed him into the office put him in a deathlike state."
"The antidote will save him won't it?" Dean's face was etched with worry when he realized that by rushing Sam into the doctor's office he might have inadvertently caused his brother's death.
"I hope so...I just hope it isn't too late."
An hour later
The doctor finally came out of the emergency room and walked over to Dean.
"We're flushing out his system and pumping him full of the antidote. So far his vital signs have improved significantly. I don't want to get your hopes up but as of now it looks like your brother should be fine."
Dean left out a sigh of relief.
"Oh thank God….Can I see him?"
"Yes but only for a few minutes. Don't worry if he still seems to be in a little pain that will diminish with time."
Dean turned to the girl.
"I can't thank you enough for saving my brother."
"I'm just glad it's finally over with…Tell your brother I'm so sorry."
"I will."
The Emergency Room
The doctor then led Dean into the ER and over to Sam who lay on the table hooked up to numerous IVs. Dean walked over and put his hand on his brother's shoulder and squeezed it gently. Sam rolled his head weakly to the side and looked up at him and gave him a small smile.
"Hey Bro." Dean said softly.
"Hey." As Sam spoke he felt a sharp pain shoot through him; he grabbed the sides of the litter and squeezed it till the pain passed.
"You okay?" Dean asked.
"Yeah."
"The doctor said the pain will go away with a little time and you should be fine."
"Yeah, he told me."
"I found the girl that was at the bar… she's the doctor's daughter."
"The one that put something in my drink?"
"Yeah…but she was only trying to help. It was some kind of antidote to get rid of the poison. If it wasn't for her …." Dean shook his head sadly and looked away choked with emotion; his brother had almost died tonight. "You know Sam I've been thinking…Like you said before is this really worth it? I drag you back into the business and tonight you almost died."
"Hey….it wasn't your fault."
"Wasn't my fault? Sam you had started a new life away from all this. I drag you back and your girlfriend is killed, and tonight you almost were too. Yeah it's my fault. I should never have asked you to come back…. I've been thinking maybe when you're better I should just take off and you can go back to college."
"Hey Dean…Dad was missing….you had to tell me. I didn't have to go with you, that was my decision." When Dean still didn't seem convinced Sam reached over and put his hand on top of Dean's. "Hey, we're family, we stick together. College can wait till after we find the thing that killed mom."
"Sam….I really think….maybe we should just…."
"Hey, you're not going to get rid of me that easy….You're my brother…We belong together…." Sam looked up at Dean. "When you thought I was dead… back in the doctor's office, I could hear everything you said….I couldn't move, I couldn't talk, but I could hear you….."
Dean looked embarrassed trying to remember what all he might have blurted out when he thought he had lost his brother.
"Hey…what you said….you too." Sam said softly.
"Hey, like I said before, I'm not into hugging, feeling moments." Dean turned away from the table and pretended to look around the room, his face red with embarrassment. He had suddenly remembered telling Sammy that he loved him when he thought he had died, and now that Sam was alive he was mortified that Sam had heard him.
Sam knew Dean always tried to hide his feelings from him but he had heard what his brother had told him while thinking he was dead and it was good enough for him.
"No, no chick flick moments." Sam gave a little laugh then changed the subject. "What about that idol...What do you think happened to it?"
"I don't know. Hopefully it's gone; I did hit it twice with holy water."
"Yeah, that should take care of it but…" Sam shook his head, not quite convinced.
"Yeah I know what you mean. I would have liked to have seen it go up in flames… Well hopefully it crawled off somewhere and died."
"Yeah, let's hope so."
"And no more picking up stuff in parking lots…unless of course it's chicks." Dean grinned.
Sam gave a little laugh and shook his head.
"Is that all you ever think about?"
"What else is there?" Dean smiled down at Sam, thankful his brother was going to be okay.
Back in the basement
The police had just finished taking crime scene photos and had escorted the cult out of the building when one of the officers spotted the tiny statue lying on the floor. He bent down and picked it up.
"Hey look at this." He said to his partner holding it up.
"It must belong to the cult. Bring it along." His partner said as he climbed the basement steps.
The officer was just about to drop the statue into an evidence bag when he felt a tiny prick on his finger.
"Ouch!"
His partner looked back down at him.
"What's up?"
"Nothing, I just cut my finger on this thing." The officer held up the statue and looked at the tiny sword with his blood on it. "Damn that thing's sharp." He said as he dropped it in the bag.
The End
