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When Reality Bites
Chapter 11 – Intervention
Missouri sat down in front of Sam and gently pulled the boy's arm from in front of his face. She was shocked at the lost and unfocused look in Sam's eyes as he stared straight ahead. His body was shivering even though a blanket was draped around his shoulders. Missouri reached over to gently move the damp bangs out of Sam's eyes, flinching at the fever she felt on his forehead.
"Sammy…what kind of mess have you gone and gotten yourself into this time?" She asked as she gently stroked Sam's face. She could feel that Sam had retreated, probably to save himself. Luckily, she could still feel him there…he wasn't gone yet. But if she didn't do something soon, Sam would be lost.
Taking a deep breath, Missouri held Sam's head gently with her two hands, forcing his eyes to meet her own. She concentrated and said softly "Let's begin"
Sam wasn't sure where he was anymore, he just knew that as long as he stayed here, he would be safe…Dean couldn't hurt him anymore. Suddenly he felt a presence…but instead of fear, Sam felt comfort from the presence. He turned, trying to find the source of this feeling. He smiled as he saw Missouri walking calmly towards him.
"Hi Sam" Missouri said, waiting to see how he would react to her presence.
"Hey Missouri…what are you doing here?" Sam asked quietly
"Well Dean sent me in to get you…you sort of lost your way and I'm here to lead you back to the real world."
"Oh God, you mean I'm asleep again?" Sam asked fearfully
"No, Sam, actually, you are awake…you just haven't come fully conscious yet. You need to focus for me honey, then I can lead you where you need to go."
"I'm afraid…Dean…he is possessed…he's going to hurt me if I don't stay here…wait…is this a trick?" Sam started to back away from Missouri.
"Sam…listen to me…use your feelings boy…when you were dreaming, you were able to tell…you felt the demon's presence. Do you feel him now?"
"No…no…actually, I feel…safe" Sam said as he started to understand. "You mean Dean isn't possessed…it was a dream?
"Yes Sam…it was a dream…now you need to snap out of this because we don't have much time to prepare…that demon is going to try to get to you again and this time we are all going to stop him!"
Sam's body shuddered and his eyes blinked as he started to feel the pain in his body for the first time in hours. He looked closer and saw the smiling face of Missouri. "That's it baby, keep coming. I know you're going to be hurting, but that's a sure sign that you are awake…in dreams, you feel pain, but your real pain is usually masked. You can do this Sam…I know you can." Missouri encouraged the boy as she saw him shaking his head to clear his mind. She knew he was back when he took a deep breath and asked "Dean…where is Dean?"
"Now don't you worry none…he should be here any moment with some breakfast for us…in fact, I think I hear him coming now." She laughed as she heard the door slam open.
"Sammy!" Dean said as he dropped the food on the table and hurried over to where his brother sat smiling softly at him. Dean dropped down onto one knee and reached over to touch Sam hesitantly. Sam flinched as tears started to fall down his face. He looked to Missouri who nodded to him. "It's alright baby…it's really your Dean"
Dean looked at Missouri, afraid to spook Sam further he started to back away. But before he could get too far he felt his brother's hand grab his wrist. "Dean…please…don't go away…please…I can't do this without you" Sam tried to control the trembling in his body. He knew that this was his Dean, but the dream had left some lingering fear.
Dean watched as Sam blinked a few times and then tried to smile at his brother. He could still see the fear in Sam's eyes and cursed the demon that had put it there. Dean reached over once again and gently cupped Sam's chin in his hand. "Sammy…I'm here…I will always be here…now how about we get you up off this floor and into a nice soft bed…you are really starting to look like shit little brother!"
Sam laughed as he nodded his head, he noticed the others present in the room. "I see we have company." Sam tried to lighten the atmosphere as he knew how Dean hated these Chick Flick moments.
"God Sammy, I thought I had lost you…" Dean reached over and gently helped his brother stand up. Dean couldn't resist giving Sam a gentle hug, even if there were others present. It was just good to have his brother back again.
"Dean…ah…Dean…could you help me into the bathroom…I think that coffee is catching up with me!" Sam laughed at the look on his brother's face. "Just to the door, Man…I can take it from there!"
Dean helped Sam to the bathroom and waited outside the door to help him once he was finished. As soon as Sam opened the door, Dean was there to support him over to the bed. He helped Sam into the bed and made him comfortable by placing the pillows behind his back. As Dean stepped back he heard a loud "Humph" from the other side of the bed.
"Well boy…don' you just stand there…help an old woman to her feet will ya!" Sam laughed again as Dean quickly moved to help Missouri gently to her feet.
"Good…now Sam, we need to talk about these dreams you've been havin'…but first, I think we should all dig into the food that Theresa and Dean bought…you get any thinner boy and you're gonna disappear!"
Sam grinned as he watched Missouri direct Dean and Theresa on getting things set up. His body ached and his eyes felt gritty…he knew that he needed to get rest soon or his body would do it for him. The only problem was, it was getting harder for him to tell when he was dreaming and when he was awake…if Missouri hadn't been here…Sam was sure he would have been lost.
Dean watched Sam closely, making sure that this time his brother wasn't nodding off on him again. He jumped when he felt a light hand on his arm. "Don't you worry…everything will work out just fine" Dean was glad that Missouri was here. She could get on his nerves sometimes…but deep down, he loved the old woman and knew that she loved him as well.
Dean glanced back at his brother and was immediately concerned when he saw his brother grimace in pain when he tried to wipe the sweat out of his eyes. Dean went over to the bed and felt Sam's forehead…he was definitely running a temperature.
"Theresa…could you grab a cool washcloth from the bathroom…we need to try to get Sam's fever down before it gets dark again."
Sam was both cold and hot at the same time. The fever was quickly tapping any energy he had, making him even more tired. "Dean…help me…don't let me sleep…please Dean!" Sam grabbed Dean's hand, unwilling to lose contact. He was startled when he felt another soft hand on his face.
"Sam honey, it's ok…the demon can't get to you during the daylight…you need to get some rest if you are going to help us tonight. You need to take your medicine and get some sleep…don't worry, we'll wake you up well before dark"
Sam shook his head…"No…I can't…I might not be able to wake up…I can't go through that again!" Sam tried to get out of the bed, groaning as he put pressure on his broken hand.
Dean firmly grabbed his brother's shoulders and forced him back onto the bed. "Sammy…Listen to me…damn it, you have to let us help you before it's too late. Look, just sleep for a couple of hours…I promise I will wake you up. You're no good to us this way…Sammy?"
But Sam wasn't listening, the fever was clouding his brain making it hard for him to understand what they wanted from him. Sam struggled harder to get up. "This is another freakin' dream isn't it…where are you, you bastard...I swear to God, I'm going to kill you!"
TBC
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