Soul Survivors
By
Valtira
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Sam or Dean Winchester, like everyone else I wish I did. Let me know what you think, if you liked, hated etc.
Epilogue
Chapter 24 Disconcerted
He groaned loudly, his eyes fluttering open. Bright sunlight filtered through the drawn blinds. His eyes widened in surprise and silent horror as he spied the colorful array strewn around the room. Flowers, there had to be hundreds of flowers in the room he mussed silently. It was a strange sight and Dean twisted his lips in a wry grin. Beneath the surface emotions that were foreign to him rolled to the surface. He bit back the tears thinking, it's only the pain that was making him weepy.
Sam saw the movement and grinned at his brothers' confused expression
"Where the hell am I a florists' shop," Dean growled.
"In the hospital," Sam answered in amusement.
"I hate hospitals," Dean groused.
"I know, you've told me that a dozen times."
"You don't seem to be listening," Dean growled. "Why am I still here?"
Sam doused his amusement and told him, "Because you've got two broken ribs, a serious concussion and more bruises than a bad apple. Plus you've been unconscious for four days."
Dean snorted and wished he hadn't as a stab of pain tore through him.
Turning serious for a moment Sam's voice was choked with emotion. "The teenagers are safe Dean, they all regained consciousness when their souls were returned to them. You did it!"
"We did it Sammy boy," Dean whispered.
Sam acknowledged his brothers' words but his throat was choked with emotion and he dare not say anything lest Dean catch on and rib him about his girlish ways.
"They held a meeting in the town hall two days. The flowers are from a grateful town. For some reason they see you and I as heroes, can you believe it. They've decided to adopt us."
It had been more than that. Sam had also spent two days in the hospital. Even now his aching head troubled him, but he didn't complain. Mike had called the meeting. Too many people wanted to know what had happened. Its not that they weren't grateful, because they were, but they wanted, no needed to know what had gone wrong in their quiet little town.
Mike had told them. A few had whispered in quiet disbelief, wondering if their Sheriff had imbibed too much. Most had sat quietly, listening to his words. Andrew had visited more than the Homecoming Kings and Queens.
"Will he ever come back," the quiet voices whispered.
"No." Mike answered quietly. Sam had told him of Andrew's destruction and the Soul Shrieker. He didn't want to scare them, didn't want to tell them of the dark fairy, the soul shrieker that had controlled Andrew. They wouldn't understand. For now, the threat was gone, their children were safe. If the darkness descended on their little town again Mike would be ready.
Sam smiled knowing Dean was having a hard time wrapping his mind and emotions around the current state of events. No one was going to run them out of town, the opposite in fact. They had been invited to stay rest and recover.
Dean grumbled beneath his breath until his eyes lit upon the blue roses on the table beside the bed. He squinted trying to read the little white card hanging down. A warm flush rose into his cheeks. The words were simple, "I'll be waiting." he didn't need to know who had signed it. Although the large swirling B printed at the bottom was a dead give away to anyone else who might be interested.
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Ten miles away the forest shook with rage. The Soul Shrieker dreamed of revenge.
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