1Disclaimer: i don't own any supernatural characters... why must you torture me
Sorry it took so long for an update.(homework can be evil and it is just a way for teachers to steal away our youth!)
The young doctor made her way to the waiting room. Upon arrival she quickly scanned the small room. An elderly woman sat with a small child bouncing on her knee and a few chairs over there was a woman who appeared to be about thirty. She had to look around the room again before she noticed him. He was sitting in the corner. His hands wringing nervously in his lap. His head bowed.
"Mr. Winchester?"
Sam shot up from his seat. His eyes were tired and bloodshot. It had been three hours since they arrived at the hospital. The sun had set and the temperature had dropped. It only took him two large strides to cross the tiny room. He was now face to face with the doctor.
"Dean? How is he?"
"Your brothers resting. He has three cracked ribs and a punctured lung. We were able to reflate it. He will be fine if he is given the time to rest and heal. I would like to keep him over night though. The bruising on his stomach worries me. When he came in he was pretty out of it. He was screaming 'Sammy! Sammy!'. The only other thing we could get out of him was his name. After that he started slipping in and out of consciousness. We got him calmed down enough to get him into his room. He then proceeded to try and leave. When we tried to sedate him he began screaming about lambs, children, and sacrifices. He even went as far as trying to attack one of the female nurses. He is currently sedated but if he doesn't calm down..."
"When can I see him?"
"Oh. Of course. You can see him now. He is down in room 227. Just follow this hallway around the corner. It is down at the end."
Sam tore off down the hallway. He whipped around the corner only to collide with a nurse. Papers went flying everywhere. Sam looked down at the woman spread across the floor. She looked very young. Her long brown hair was swept up into a messy bun.
"Oh. I am so sorry! I didn't see you."
"Well you would of seen me had you been looking!" She started gathering up her papers.
"My brother...he...he got hurt."
"Oh. Sorry. What's your name?"
"Sam. Sam Winchester."
"Your brother. Is his name Dean?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Well. It's just that I was one of the nurses that was in with him. It's too bad that they are thinking about calling in a psych consult. He seems like a nice kid."
"Psych? Why? The said he was delusional from the trauma."
"That's what we thought at first, but he hasn't calmed down. The things he is talking about make no sense."
"Dean!"
Sam bounded down the remainder of the hallway. He stopped dead at room 227. Taking several deep breaths he prepared himself for what he was about to lay his eyes upon. He slowly opened the door and slid into the room. Dean was lying deathly still with restraints around both wrists. His face was turned toward the window and away from Sam.
"Dean?"
Dean's body gave a slight jerk before going rigid. His head snapped toward Sam. There was fear all over it.
"Dean! It's me. It's Sammy."
Dean's face went back to its usual emotionless state as his body relaxed.
"Hey, Sammy. Go sign me out."
"You know I can't do that Dean. You are hurt and need to stay overnight."
"I'm fine. I have been worse off then this before."
"Physically. Yes. Mentally. No"
"What do you mean by that!"
"Dean, the nurse told me that they are thinking about calling in psych. She said you were babbling on about sacrifices and stuff. They had to put you in restraints! Come on man, What's goin on?"
"Nothing. I'm fine. I just need to get out of this place."
"You are not fine! There is something seriously wrong here. And Dean, I'm scared for you. Scared of losing you."
"Whoa. Sammy. I'm not going to leave you. You're stuck with me and really don't care if you like it or not. I just need to get out of here and get some rest. I'll be fine. I have been pretty tired lately and I fell. That's it."
At this Sam lost it. He was so angry. Why couldn't Dean trust and confide in him?
"There is no way that you can sit there and tell me that you are fine! You didn't see all the blood. There was so much! I couldn't find the source. I couldn't stop it. I didn't know what to do. You were screaming so loud! I have never seen you like that and it scared me. How can you explain the bruise. You saw it grow! That's not a normal everyday thing! You didn't just fall, Dean. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You passed out. And what's this about sacrifices and lambs!"
At the mere mention of the word lamb Dean paled dramatically. His eyes widened as he stared in disbelief.
The anger left Sam's voice as he gently said "Dean? Are you alright?" It was now pure worry that filled him. Sam looked his brother over and noted his dropping eyelids.
"Ah.. Yea. Just forget all that. We should get to work on a new hunt. Somewhere that's not here."
"I'm not going to forget it and you know it. Just tell me what's wrong. Why can't you trust me?"
"Sammy, I do trust you. With my life. It's not your job to worry about me. You don't need to be burdened with my problems. I can handle it."
"Dean. You got to let me in. You have to let me help you. It wouldn't be a burden. The real burden is wondering around sick with worry and guilt thinking I'm not good enough for you to trust in me."
"Guilt? What are you talking about?"
"Through our whole life I have relied on you to make everything ok. I have made you focus more on my life then your own. I'm afraid that I'm going to make you turn out like dad."
"Whoa Sammy! You didn't make me do anything and my life started out as crap. I really didn't want to focus on it. You are the only reason I'm not more like dad. Never ever think that your not good enough. You are too good to be worried about my sorry ass."
"Come on, Dean. Tell me what's wrong. I want to help."
"Let's just get out of here."
"I swear if you don't tell me what's going on then I will total your car and sell the biggest piece to the highest bidder."
"No need to play dirty!"
"Tell me."
"Fine! I had a dream. Well more like a nightmare."
"A nightmare? Like my kind of nightmare?"
"Not exactly. Yours come true after you have them. Mine didn't exactly come true."
"What do you mean by 'exactly'?"
"Well in my dream, I got stabbed. In the stomach."
"Oh."
"Yea."
"What else happened?"
Dean went on to tell of the children, the song, and the girl. Sam was amazed at what he was told. When Dean finished they just sat and starred at each other for a moment.
"Wow. That wasn't really what I was expecting. What do you think it could be? Why you? Do you think that you are safe here? What can I do? How can we stop it? Is it doing the same thing to others..."
Sam started to breath heavily. He was soon gasping.
"Whoa, Sammy. Just breath. In and out. Slowly. There we go. See. That's why I didn't tell you. You're panicking."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. You just need to calm down. Come here."
"Sam walked over and sat on the edge of the hospital bed. Dean started rubbing his back, like he had when Sam was younger. Sam suddenly shot up.
"I think I have heard about something like this before! I remember hearing a legend or something were if you die in your dreams then you really die. I think I will go back to the hotel and check it out on my laptop. Will you be alright if I leave you here?"
Silence.
"Dean?" Sam turned to find his brother fast asleep. He quickly jotted a note to explain what he would be doing. As he silently slipped out of the room he couldn't help but smile as he thought about the chick-flick moment that had just taken place.
Sam had been scouring the internet for hours without much luck. He had been all over urban legend sites but there were no mentions of dreams.
"Yea. That was fun."
He stood and stretched his stiff body. He started to pace around the room. When he realized that he was starting to panic again he stopped pacing. It then hit him how hungry, tired, and out of ideas he was. He flopped onto the bed. He was only about half way down when he dozed off.
2 hours later...
Ring! Ring!
"Dean. The phone." Sam rolled over to look at his brothers bed. It was empty. It all came rushing back. The blood, the song, the hospital. He had been hoping that it had all been a twisted nightmare. It wasn't.
Ring! Ring!
He jumped out of bed and scanned the room. He couldn't see Dean's cell phone anywhere. The ring sounded close but muffled. He spied Dean's bag next to the bed. He couldn't help but shake his head after dumping out it's contents. All that was inside were a few shirts, two pairs of jeans, some Metallica tapes, and about ten crumpled up Peanut M&M wrappers.
Ring! Ring!
He started to pull papers off of the desk and rummaging through drawers. Nothing. A dull light coming from under the bed caught his eye. He reached under and started to feel around. His fingers touched the smooth plastic of the phone. He pulled it out and looked at the screen. It said the number was unavailable. Could it be?
"Dad?"
"Sam?" a woman's voice came from the other end.
"Yes. This is Sam."
"I thought that was your voice."
"Who is this?"
"That isn't important. I need you to listen carefully. I have some of the answers you want. Meet me in the alley behind the café in thirty minutes. Be on time. I'm not very patient."
"Who are-"
Click. Sam wasn't exactly sure what had just happened. He stared at the phone for a few moments before getting up. He grabbed his jacket and headed out into the night.
27 minutes later...
Sam walked into the empty alley. He made his way to the end but there was no one there. He turned around to exit the alley but he saw something move in one of the shadows.
"I see you made it."
The nurse he had run into at the hospital stepped forward. Suddenly Sam found himself thrown against the wall. He braced himself for the impact of the ground but it never came. He was pinned ten feet above the ground. He suddenly noticed more movement from the shadows. Seven children stepped out.
"Mary had a little lamb..."
In my opinion this chapter kinda sucks. Now i want to know what your opinion is. do you agree or diagree with me?