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Rage

Chapter ten

The cemetery

Dean took a stun gun and one of the metal detectors out of the trunk.

"Okay where are you you son of a bitch?" Dean said as he turned on the metal detector and began going over the grounds. He remembered seeing the red mist head off in the direction of the fountain so he concentrated his searching in that area keeping his stun gun at his side in case he needed it. He remembered that when the thing had entered him before he had a second to react but was confused as to what was happening and waited too long. This time he'd be ready. If he felt it enter him again he'd shoot himself with the stun gun and hopefully destroy it while it was inside him.

He searched for hours but came up with nothing. Frustrated and tired, he decided to head back to the hospital to check on Sam.

Intensive Care

He entered the ICU and walked over to Sam's bed.

"Hey." Sam smiled up at him. "Did you get some rest?"

"Yeah….how 'bout you, you're looking a little better."

"Yeah, they just juiced me up." He held up his IV tube smiling. "I can see where people become addicted to this stuff. I don't have any pain at all and I feel like I could run a marathon."

"Well don't get too use to it." Dean knew that when they started to wean Sam off the medication he was going to be in a lot of pain and he knew it was going to be hard for him to see his brother suffering like that knowing he was the cause of it.

"What have you been doing? You didn't go back to the bar looking to get your face smashed in again did you? … Although it did improve your looks a little." Sam grinned.

Dean gave a little laugh.

"No, no bar. I just went to a restaurant down the street and got something to eat." Dean lied; he hadn't had anything to eat since Sam had been injured but his brother didn't need to know that.

"Did anything else happen since I was brought in…any more strange murders?"

"No, not that I know of."

"Well you just stay away from that cemetery until I can go with you."

"I will."

"I mean it Dean…" Sam had seen Dean glance away for a second before he answered him and knew he always did that when he wasn't telling him the truth. "You need someone to back you up out there; it's way too dangerous by yourself."

"Don't worry Sam….when you're better we'll take care of this thing once and for all."

"The nurse said they'll probably move me up to my own room tomorrow. She said everything's looking good."

"That's good. Did they tell you how long you'll have to stay in the hospital?"

"She wasn't sure; she said probably a week or so…." Sam then motioned Dean to move closer then whispered so the ICU nurses wouldn't hear him. "You know Dean I got to get out of here before that…if they check our insurance and find out its bogus…."

"Well hopefully they won't find that out for a few days yet. You know how it is with all that paperwork and this being a small hospital….it could take days till they file the claim." Dean was worried too but didn't want to upset Sam. They had used fake insurance cards all their lives and so far they hadn't been caught, but one day their luck would end and so would their freedom.

"Well I'm thinking as soon as I can get on my feet we should take off. Maybe we can get a motel down the road somewhere and hold up there for a few days."

"Sam, you just had major surgery….Oh sure right now you feel fine because of all the pain medication they have you on, but once we leave here you won't have anything for the pain. Plus what if you have complications from the surgery?"

"We'll worry about that if it happens. Dean if they check on my insurance we're screwed."

"If they start to question it we'll deal with it then."

"I still say as soon as I can stand, I get out of here. Dean, we'll go to jail for insurance fraud if they catch on."

"Well let's not worry about it right now. You're not going to be fit to move for at least three or four days anyway."

"I don't think we can wait that long, I think it's better if I get out of here as soon as I can."

Two days later

Sam was moved out of the ICU and into a room. They already had him out of bed and walking as a precaution against blood clots. He was slowly walking down the hallway pushing a pole with his IV bag attached to it when he walked by the nurse's station at the far end of the hall and felt a cold chill go through him. The nurses were gathered around a computer screen holding an insurance card in front of them and comparing it to something on the screen. He saw them look up at him then whisper to each other. He turned and headed back to his room as quickly as he could then picked up the phone and called Dean's cell phone. There was no answer so he waited for the voice mail.

"Dean it's me. They know about the insurance, I need to get out of here, right now. I'm going down to the restaurant at the corner…pick me up there. Hurry …." He hung up then pulled the IV tube out of his arm and went to the closet and got dressed.

Later

Sam waited at the restaurant for two hours and when Dean failed to show up he had no choice but to hitch a ride to the motel.

TBC