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Hunted

John Winchester is hunted by more then just demons.

Chapter Twenty Nine

John's chest wound was superficial barely breaking the skin. It wouldn't even need stitches. However, his left thigh was bleeding profusely from the strike of the sword. It was deeper then he first thought and he was having difficulty stopping the flow of blood. Tossing a field dressing on his leg and changing his shirt John headed back to New Castle. As much as he hated it he would need to see a doctor about the leg injury.

John pulled into the small hospital's emergency room patient parking area. He switched his driver's license with the one that matched his insurance card. He was now John Westchester, the name he'd chosen for medical emergencies. The insurance card was real and his bills would be paid. The card was through a large medical corporation that didn't even know they were providing it to him.

John looked down at his leg. Blood coated his jeans from the bandage to below the knee. He had placed a pressure bandage on it and wrapped it in gaze but the bandage was already soaked through. He limped slowly towards the emergency room entrance, searing pain shot through his leg with every step. He began sweating profusely and to make matters worse got weaker as each moment passed.

The doors slid open and John entered the E.R. The waiting room was almost empty, two or three people waited patiently in the chairs provided. Two nurses and a doctor stood at the admittance counter talking. He heard a startled gasp from the waiting area as he trudged towards the admitting counter.

John was still several feet away when his leg, no longer able to bare his weigh, crumpled out from under him. The room spun and he began to topple over. Throwing his arms out, reaching for anything that would stop him from hitting the floor, he was surprised when someone caught his arm, slid up next to him and slipped it over their own neck to keep him from falling.

John turned his head to look at the person who had slipped under his arm and caught him. It was a nurse and John was staring directly into her big beautiful blue eyes. Blonde hair cascaded down and around her face reminding him of Mary. "I've got you," she said quietly. "What's your name?"

"I'm John," he told her. "I didn't think it was this bad, but it must be a bit worse then I thought."

She glanced down at his leg, shook her head and replied, "You didn't think it was that bad? Do you realize how much blood you've lost? You're white as a ghost."

John laughed at the irony of the statement. If she only knew what had caused his injury. He started to reply but his eyes began to loose focus and his vision darkened. He struggled to stay conscious and on his feet.

Then another nurse was beside him urging him to sit down. He tilted his head behind him and realized someone had brought a stretcher. With the help of the two women he sat down on the stretcher. The nurse that looked like Mary held him while the other one helped him raise his legs up onto the stretcher. The room spun crazily as his legs were lifted and he lay down closing his eyes in an attempt to stop the spinning. He felt the stretcher moving, which was not helping with the dizziness that forced him to keep his eyes closed.

The people around him were throwing medical terms back and forth but John was past trying to figure out what they were saying. Through the haze that was mucking up his thought process he felt the gurney stop and his pants being cut from him. He knew someone placed a mask on his face, then he spun slowly into darkness.

They were at Dean's little league game. Mary sat beside him so alive and happy. He held little Sammy and smiled as he watched his beautiful wife jump up and down cheering Dean on as he hit his first home run. This was what he had always wanted but some how it wasn't right. She couldn't be here, she was gone. This was... wrong.

Mary never saw Dean hit a home run. She never saw Sammy walk, or heard him say his first words. She didn't get to take Dean to his first day at school, or stay up all night with him worrying the first night he took the car out. This was not right. She's not here. He wanted her to be, but she wasn't.

Then she was gone and he was back in Sammy's nursery looking down at his son. He couldn't be here, Sammy is grown now, but… it was so real. And suddenly there's blood dripping down onto little Sammy, into his crib. John looks up and he sees Mary. She is on the ceiling. It's her blood. It's dripping on Sammy. He has time to scream her name, but then she's burning. She's on the ceiling and she's burning.

Then it's there, the demon and its yellow eyes pierce his soul as it says, "You couldn't stop this. You couldn't keep her safe. You can't keep them safe from me."

John sat bolt upright in the bed yelling at it, "NO! YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM!"

"Easy Mr. Westchester," said a female voice from beside him. "You're in the hospital. Do you remember what happened?" At first he though the pretty brunette was a nurse but then he noticed she was wearing a lab coat with a badge that proclaimed her Dr. Sanders.

He was silent for a moment allowing the dream to fade and reality to take its place. He looked at his heavily bandaged leg. It was elevated on a rather large pillow. "Yeah," he finally said, "How bad was it?" he asked.

"Whatever sliced through your leg nicked an artery." She explained. "I had to perform emergency surgery but I was able to save both you and your leg."

"That bad huh?" he grimaced.

"Yes sir, we also had to give you four units of blood," she said. "What were you doing, trying to drain your self dry?"

He ignored the sarcastic remark and asked, "How long have I been here?"

"You came in two nights ago around nine thirty," she told him. "It's just after noon now."

John didn't like it. He'd been in one place, unprotected for too long. "I have to go. I need my clothes."

"Hold on a minute, you can't go anywhere," she said. "You just had surgery."

"No, I had surgery two nights ago. I'll be fine. Get me my clothes and what ever paperwork I need to sign please."

"Mr. Westchester…"

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but this is not open for discussion. I am leaving even If I have to walk out of here bare assed!" John said forcefully.

"You shouldn't…" she began, but stopped mid sentence at the look on John's face. "Fine, but your clothes were cut from you so I don't know what you are going to wear."

"Look," John explained. "This isn't my first injury. I know about wound care and I'm a trained medic. I understand you would like me to stay, but I can't I need to leave, now. So if you don't mind please tell your people to get my discharge papers prepared and find me a pair of scrubs."

"A trained medic would listen to his doctor's orders," she said tartly.

"I'm not going to argue that with you ma'am, but if it wasn't extremely important I would not be doing this."

She didn't argue further which gained her a notch of respect from John. When she left he turned slowly and sat on the edge of the bed. He stood gingerly putting only the barest minimum of weight on his injured leg. Pain shot from the wound and he lifted the foot from the floor. "Well," he said to himself. "This is going to make things difficult."

"To say the least," said Dr. Sanders as she stepped back into his room carrying a set of scrubs. "I'm giving you three prescriptions. You can fill them at the pharmacy here in the hospital before you leave. One is an antibiotic; another is for the swelling and one for the pain. You need to be sure and take them as prescribed."

"Yes ma'am," he said.

"And you know where you can stuff that ma'am shit John," she said. "Just be careful on that leg. I didn't spend all that time fixing you up just to have you ruin it."

"I will," John told her. "And Doc… thanks."

She looked calculatingly at John then replied, "Your welcome."

John had to cut a tear in the pant leg of the scrubs to be able to get his bandaged leg into them, but in just a few minutes he was ready to go. He was given a pair of crutches which he would have to use at least for a little while.

John was glad he had plenty of leg room in the truck because he was having a difficult time keeping his injured leg comfortable. After a quick stop at his motel to pick up his belongings he left New Castle and headed west.

He called his friend and when he answered John said, "Hey Jim, its John."

"John, how are you doing?"

"I've been better."

"What's wrong?"

"Not much, but I'm on my way to your place if that's okay," he told his friend. "I have a few things I need to discuss with you."

"You know you're always welcome John," Pastor Jim said.

"Thanks, Jim. Listen, can you set up the cot in the basement. I'm going to need to keep it as private as possible that I'm there."

"Consider it done."

"Thanks, I should be there by tomorrow morning."

He didn't stop for anything but gas and by the time he reached Jim Murphy's place in Blue Earth he was stiff, sore and tired. He'd had a difficult time keeping his eyes open the last hundred miles or so, but he knew when he arrived his friend would be waiting.

A/N Please read and review. FYI – Tomorrow's chapter will have some flashbacks as interaction between Jim and John. Hope ya'll enjoyed this chapter and thanks again for reading.

p.s. the storm has been downgraded so it looks like we are just gonna get very, very wet.