Alternate Life or Real Life? 14

Disclaimer: as per chapter 1

Author's note: Sorry for the delay in posting the next chapter, the flu bug really stuck its teeth in. Anyway although this one is short it is setting up for a big ending to the story ... hmm or is it? Mmmwahahahaha

CHAPTER 14

Sam sipped his coffee and stared despondently out of the diner window, watching some young boys playing ball over in the park. With a small forced smile he turned back to Dean, 'don't you ever wish we could have had that? Innocent game play? The hardest thing to think of was what to do on the weekend.'

'Sam come on man, what use is there in thinking whatifs and maybes. What happened in our childhood happened and Dad did the best he could, get over it Sam.'

'That's your answer for everything isn't Dean, just get over it.'

'Sam, I know that you've been under a lot of pressure and that you're still not feeling completely well but that's no excuse for...'

'For what Dean?' Sam stopped himself and frowned, he felt so strange it must be affecting his temper, 'Dude I am so sorry, I don't understand...'

'Understand what? Shit Sam, first we're talking about closing the clinic down and the next you're reminiscing about our childhood and getting all tantrum on me.'

'No more tantrums promise.' Sam smiled weakly, 'I honestly don't know why I feel like this, it's weird, it's like I can hear myself say these things, and yet there's nothing I can do to stop it.'

'Okay Sybil what personality are you gonna throw at me next?' Dean quipped as he stood up, 'I'm going to go and pay for the coffees and stuff while you, you get your act together.'

Sam stood up and stared down at Dean, a look of pure malice in his eyes and then without another word he pushed past his brother and stormed out of the building. Swearing under his breath Dean dropped some notes on the counter and smiled regretfully at the young waitress before hurrying out to find Sam before the idiot did something stupid.

'Sam? Come one where are you now.' Dean called out staring around the area wildly, 'typical, so fucking typical Sam.' He added as he jogged through the park towards their motel room. 'Sam you so had better be in here.' Dean pushed the door open and stood just inside the room letting his eyes get accustomed to the dull lighting.

'Dean what's wrong?' John asked stepping out of the bathroom, a haze of steam following him.

'Dad am I glad to see you! Is Sam here?'

'No haven't seen him, Dean slow down what's going on?'

'It's Sam again, he had a temper tantrum stormed out of the diner and disappeared.'

'What do you mean disappeared?'

'Whoosh, vanished gone just like that.' Dean dropped onto the bed and scrubbed at his eyes with the heels of his palms. 'He was restless, went for a walk early this morning, I found him arguing with this dude when I asked him about it, he just said that he was a crackpot from the hospital, then he just snapped.'

'What did this man look like?'

'Well dressed, kinda distinguished looked like he had money.'

'Did he say anything to you?'

'Only that Sam didn't have to introduce me, he knew both of us.'

John walked over to the still open door and stared out, 'and no sign of him now?'

'Nothing Dad, it was a minute no more between him leaving and my following, I only had to pay for the coffees that was it.'

'They've got him again, dammit Dean they got him again.'

'What the hospital creeps?' Dean paled as the realisation hit him, 'I didn't see any cars nothing.'

'Just it son, did you notice anyone else around?'

Dean thought for a moment and then shook his head, 'no Dad the street was empty.'

'Let's go pay the hospital a short visit.'

'Dad...'

'Yes Son?'

'I am so sorry, I messed up again.'

'How? Sammy was taken Dean they probably would have taken you too.'

'So you're not mad?' Dean asked incredulously.

'I'm not entirely happy with you, but no from what you said, I seriously doubt that you would have been able to stop Sam from storming out, he's too headstrong for his own good sometimes, just next time.'

'Yeah I know stick to him like glue but he's no kid anymore Dad.'

'Not you too, Sammy takes delight in reminding me of that at every opportunity he gets.'

'We'll find him Dad.'

Sam paced the small room annoyed with himself, he picked a fight with Dean for no reason whatsoever, and then they were able to get him without any effort. Dad would be so proud ... not.

Absently he rubbed the small lump on the back of his head and winced, it still hurt, angrily he punched the wall, frustrated, and annoyed he felt the tingle of pain shooting up his arm, taking a morbid satisfaction in it, he slammed his fist into the wall again.

'Tsk tsk, Samuel such a temper.' A bodiless voice came from speakers set deep into the walls.

'What the hell is going on here?' Sam thundered, 'where am I?'

'A safe place, there has been a lot of money invested in you recently Samuel, you are an expensive property now.'

'What? Why don't you come in here and face me?'

'All in good time Samuel, all in good time.'

'Fuck you!' Sam yelled, 'get in here and tell me what's really going on.'

'Such a temper Samuel, how long have you had such a short fuse?'

'You should know you're the ones who stuffed me up.'

'I think that we should wait until you are a little calmer before we have another chat.'

'Come in here and tell me that.' Sam span around the room and then charged the door, anger seeped from his entire being, oozing from his pores. He had never been so enraged before and though it frightened him, which was bad enough but he had no way of stopping it. It possessed him completely.

In a red haze, he pounded the door until the hinges started to wobble loosely, suddenly he grasped the sides of his head, and screamed primordially, dropping to his knees, he shook as he tried to control the seizure. Blood streamed from his nose and ears as the pressure built with his rising anger. Then with a sudden release, he dropped face down unconscious.

'Ah Samuel such temper is really not very becoming.' Grayson squatted down next to the fallen young man, he grabbed a handful of Sam's hair and lifted his head and stared at the bloodstained face, 'clean him up and make him comfortable.'

TBC