Sooooooo, we finally get to see the boys! ;) Sorry for the delay, I expected to update the fic earlier this week, but job's been a bch and well… enjoy the chap!
Like she had done with the door on John's room, Erin pushed slowly the door to reveal the extact furniture distribution. Two beds, this time the both of them occupied, although she had no problem recognizing which of the two sleeping patients was Sam. She approached the bed nearer the window. As the Doctor said, he had all the cuts treated and a IV line was stuck in his arm. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
Must be whatever they're giving him for the pain, that's why he looks so relaxed. If he had to shoot his father, she doubted he'd be sleeping so soundly without chemical help. He was all black and blue, but he looked very young. She was tempted to run a hand through his hair, but she resisted. If he woke up, she wasn't so sure he'd be able to slip once again into a nightmare free sleep. But as if sensing he was being observed, Sam cracked open the eye which was not bruised. The bruised one, was just a slit. He looked at her, first in confusion which, to Erin's surprise, evolved to some sort of recognition.
"De… Dean? Dad?"
She smiled a little. At least this Winchester seemed to have his priorities well sorted out.
"They're fine. Resting, like you should be doing."
Well, it wasn't technically a lie. They weren't fine, but they would be, given time. At least that's what the Doctor had told her.
"Wh… what happ'n'd?"
"You were in a car accident"
When Erin saw he was going to ask her another question she smiled
"You're at the hospital. Your father and your brother are here too"
Sam closed his eyes. She observed him for a while and just when she was going to leave the room, convinced that he had drifted to sleep again, Sam spoke.
"De.. Dean…"
Erin turned around.
"I told you, he'll be fine"
"n. no. He'll… he'll kill me… the Impala…"
At first she laughed, but seeing the serious expression on Sam's face, she approached him again.
"Sam, I doubt very much Dean will kill you because of that car…"
Sam tried to laugh, but soon enough the laughter turned into a cough fit.
"you.. you don't know him…"
"No, but I do, and he'll understand"
Erin turned around just in time to see John entering the room with a wheelchair. How he had managed to get one of those Erin didn't know, but considering what John could do, she wasn't that surprised. John approached the bed and gently rested his hand on top of his son's one.
"how you doing, sport?"
Sam tried to smile
"I've been… better. You?"
"I'm fine. It's you I'm worried about"
"Dean… Dean says I'm as pigheaded as you sometimes… must have the same hard skull too"
John laughed at that.
"You're probably right. Why don't you try to catch some more sleep? I'll be here when you wake up"
"kay…"
Sam closed his eyes, and this time it was obvious he had fallen sleep almost immediately. John sighed and continued rubbing circles slowly on his son's hand. Erin looked at his pained face.
"You'll be alright here?"
John nodded.
"You going to check on Dean too?"
"Yes"
John looked up at her
"Thank you"
She nodded and left the room. May be it had been her harsh words, or may be it had been having seen Sam so fragile in that bed, but at least John seemed to know what was important at the moment.
As she expected, the nurses on night duty didn't let her into the ICU unit to check on Dean. She could only get a glimpse of him from behind a wall glass, and he looked terrible. He was attached to three or four machines. At least, the heart monitor seemed to be emitting a regular signal. She looked at him, watching as his clothed covered chest raised and fell for a while, before finally leaving the hospital.
She checked in the nearer motel with the 'vacancy' sign on. She needed the sleep badly. But first, she needed to protect the Colt. She knew that by now, that Demon could perfectly know the Colt was no longer with the Winchesters. Her only hope was to have killed that man before the Demon could obtain any more information.
Unpacking her car, she went into her room closing the door and sealing it and the only window with salt. Then, she took the box the Order had made her collect from Elkins' place. The box where Elkins had hidden the Colt for all those years. It had been very reckless by his part to open the box when those vampires attacked him. The Demon had immediately sensed the presence of the Colt and that's when everything went from bad to worse. She quickly placed the Colt inside and sealed the box. The Colt was undetectable once again. She then went to the bathroom and filled a large bucket with water. Taking off her necklace with that cross, she threw it into the bucket.
"In nomine pater et filis et spiritus sancti. "
She then placed the box inside the bucket. She knew the seal would prevent the water from oxidising the Colt. As an added precaution, when she placed the bucket inside a cupboard, she draw a salt circle all around it. She knew if the Demon itself tried to get the Colt, he's pass the salt and the Holy water without any problem, but if he sent a possessed person, they wouldn't be able to get their hands on it. That is, considering the Demon has managed to know where the Colt is, which I expect it doesn't….
After closing the cupboard and checking the keyhole was secure, she went to have a hot shower and to bed. Before her head hit the pillow she was already asleep…
I know, this chapter is been quite short. I won't make promised about updating soon, because sincerely, I don't know if I'll be able to keep them, but I'll try to write the next chapter longer and with the Winchester more alert and present
