Dawn was raising above Boston, the sun raising on the sky. People were going to wake up to a beautiful day.
Not that meant a damn thing to him. The raising sun only made his blood boil and fuelled his already burning temper.
He paced. And paced. And paced some more. Going from one white wall to the other.
And then his self-control snapped in two.
He spun around, his eyes narrowing and his fist tightening even more. He moved slowly, soundlessly, like a wildcat - in a way he was - going on it's pray. Which he was. The pray had it's name; doctor Thomas Eds. A man who lacked a human side. A man who has been keeping him in the dark for almost 6 hours.
The doctor turned ready for his next patient only to came face to face with a pissed off Dean Winchester.
And a pissed off Dean Winchester was a very very dangerous. Even evil knew not to piss him off.
Black eyes stared at the man. A man who was only still alive because he knew information about Samantha.
But he was one steep from braking his neck for the cold attitude.
"Where the fuck is my wife?"
John Winchester sighted at the screen of the computer. After calling down every contact he had, even after tracking down their contacts, even after calling Missouri he was...in a dead and.
Not a single trace of the thing that sent his younger son in a comatose state, for 12 hours Sam was staring at the wall, rocking back and forth in a manner that sent chills to John's spine. The fear grew with the hours that escaped him.
So when all road - human resources - closed on him he was reduced to searching the internet.
FLASHBACK
Sam was ecstatically jumping on the balls of his feet, the small computer in his hands.
"Look what Dean bought me."
John eyed the damn device like it was a demon. Dean laughed as Sam set the thing before John powering it up.
"What I want to show you is called Internet"
Dean was holding his hand in front of him.
Sam didn't pay any attention to the uninterested face of his father. His smile not faltering for a moment.
"Or you can call it The Web"
John lowered his eyes from the wall and to the machine. His youngest wasn't giving up just yet.
"You can find old newspapers and such things. It's good for research."
Now that got his attention.
Dean behind them laughed.
"Looks like it is possible to teach an old dogs new tricks"
John's glare didn't make Dean even blink, while Sam compressed his lips into a line determined not to give into his brothers childish behavior. But like always he failed miserably. The hotel room filled with his laugh. John turned back to his oldest. Sam has been dragging himself for a week now and it felt strange to see him happy again. But that was the result when Dean delta with him. Sensing his fathers look the green eyes flickered at the older hunter holding a look going between them. John tried to make the pride he felt show in his eyes because the words failed him, but Dean already turned away leaving John to catch up with his younger son's chatter.
End
His brown eyes moved to Sam who didn't even look alive anymore. He looked a white porcelain dummy just rocking.
Dean opened the soda bottle with his thumb, his eyes on the still form on the bed, the words jumping into his mind.
" Get up"
There was a moment of silence and then a scream filled the room, startling both patients and doctors. Who barged into the small room just in time to see their coma patient start raising up.
Dean didn't even blink.
The body rose into sitting position, dark eyes on Dean, a twisted smile on it's face.
Dean rose the blade he smuggled by the nurses station.
" Time for round four bitch"
A gasp made John jump on his feet and move to Sam.
His son's shaking was stronger than ever, his pupils dilated all the way.
"Sam"
He was so close and yet so far away. Years of hunting teaching to listen to his instincts, and they were telling him to go cautiously" Sam"
Black eyes blazed and John found himself flying back, his back connecting with the wall, his vision swam, his mind went black.
Samuel Winchester slowly moved out the doors not looking back leaving his father bleeding on the floor.
Dean slammed into the wall and moved away immediately. The demon took a good form to possess you had to give it that. It had good taste.
The next attack made him drop to the floor, and before he could get up he found his hands full. The bitch was on him.
Dean kicked out his legs sending her flying just enough for him to grab her before she could get her bearings.
" Enough of games" his arm went around her neck" Now were is my daughter?"
The creature smiled" You won't kill you're wife, you love her too much"
His hands tightened around the neck, his voice growing harder and angrier. The thing forgot Dean was trained for over 20 years that killing evil comes first. And it did.
Dean was ready to do anything from stopping evil from tearing other family's apart. He would kill Samantha, to stop it. He would die in the process but he would kill her.
"Everything has a price, when you realize that and are ready to pay it you'll be a true hunter"
Well Missouri seems that that time has finally come.
He saw the nurse and doctor flinch at the conversation.
" You willing to bet on that?"