The forgotten day at Pluckys
Only one review, so I don't know if anyone really likes my take on Sammy's clown fears or not, but here is part 2. Thank you for that one review by the way. I do appreciate it. Let's see what happens next to Poor Sammy. Oh and just a reminder, I am not a doctor.
John didn't waste anytime speeding into town and after talking with Dean, he headed straight for Plucky's. He had a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach and this was after he'd interrogated several demons in regards to the death of his wife in his youngest sons nursery. He was completely shocked at what he'd learned...that his youngest son was some kind of chosen one for the yellow eyed demon, that he had demon blood in him and that someday his son could go darkside, aiding yellow eyes in some war against mankind. Oh and Sam wasn't the only chosen one. There were other children as well. He didn't know how the demon blood might affect Sam or if it would even affect him. What he did know was that Sam had always been a supernatural target. The boy had been attacked by a shtriga, a witch, a ghost, and now he was certain a demon...because one of the demons he had been interrogating managed to smoke away before he could finish exorcising them all.
He'd heard a commotion behind Plucky's and immediately went running from his truck, which he hadn't even bothered to park. When he'd seen that vile clown hovering over his Sammy and what the clown had been about to do, all he could see was red. His gun came out without a second thought and a bullet flew through the air, striking the clown. He'd called out to his son, to let him know that help was there and watched as Sam had tried to scurry away, face laced with pain and blood.
"Oh no you don't..." The clown snarled. His hand reached out and he unleashed his power. An invisible force grabbed Sammy, bringing him to his feet as a strength tightened around his neck.
"No..."John shouted, shooting the gun again. This time the clown staggered back a step, but held his invisible grip on Sam, who was struggling to breath and slowly turning blue in the face. "Let my son go, you bastard..."
The clown smirked. "As you wish, Johnny boy..." He moved his hand through the air and sent Sammy flying. His head struck the side of a dumpster and his body fell to the ground in an awkward heap. Not even a second later, the black smoke funneled out of the clowns body and the bloody clown fell to the ground in a painful heap, his face full of confusion and panic.
John wasn't concerned with the clown. "Sammy..." He was more concerned with his boy and ran over to him the moment the demon had smoked out. Sam had a streak of blood dripping out of his ear and was still a little blue in the face. The boy was unconscious and that worried him a lot. He quickly pulled up Sam's pants and scooped him up in his arms, running back to the truck. He gently laid Sam in the passenger seat and pointed the truck in the direction of the nearest hospital. '
As he drove, John picked up his cell phone and dialed Dean. He didn't want to give Dean too many details, but his eldest son needed to know that they were going to be staying a little longer than planned and he needed to know to meet them at the hospital.
Dean had just gotten back to their motel of the week and was starting to clean up when his Dad had called. His Dad's tone of voice instantly had him worried, but his father was rather sparse with info on just what was going on...such as why the older man seemed frantic or why he and Sammy were headed to the hospital. Like a good soldier though, Dean didn't ask questions. He simply stopped what he was doing and went back to the impala. He headed straight for the hospital, driving his baby at full speed through to the outskirts of town where there was a decent size hospital complex,while his mind went into overdrive thinking of different scenarios that could have landed either Winchester in the hospital.
John pulled up to the emergency entrance of the hospital and skidded to a halt near sliding double doors. He exited the truck, not bothering to care that he had left the driver's side door open or even that he had his favorite hand gun holstered to a special hook on the dash. He tore through the double doors and yelled for the hospital staff.
A nurse came over to the frantic man. "Sir, you have to check in at the desk just like everyone else..."
"No, no...it's my son. Please." John stammered.
"I'm sorry, but..." The nurse continued.
John cut her off. "My son's been attacked. He's unconscious in the truck." He said and then added in a stern voice. "He needs to be seen now."
Another nurse came over and instructed the other one to tend to another patient, handing her the file for someone in the waiting room. "Let me take a look at your son." She said to John.
"He's this way." John lead the way to his truck.
"I'm nurse Jenny and what's your son's name?" She followed him closely.
"His name's Sam, Sammy." John shot back as he opened the passenger door to the truck.
The nurse stepped around John to get a good look at the boy in the cab. "Can you tell me his age and what happened?" She asked.
"He's 13 and..." John stopped for a quick moment, thinking up a story. He couldn't really tell the nurse that a demon in the body of a clown attacked his boy, much less why the demon attacked his boy. Thankfully, a story came to him instantly. "He was attacked by some boys. I found him at the park, the other boys hurried off when they saw me and Sam was just like this...unconscious and hurt pretty bad.
Jenny looked over the boy as thoroughly as she could given the way he was laid out in the cab of the truck. "Just gimme one second..." She turned back to the double doors of the hospital and when they slid open, she shouted to someone at the front desk. "Nick, I need a doctor and a gurney out here." She turned back a second later to address John. "He looks like he's got a definite concussion, any damage beyond that is too hard to tell without getting him into the hospital and looking him over more thoroughly. He'll need a ct scan. The blood from his ear is a bit worrisome. He's got some tenderness in the abdomen, which suggests cracked or broken ribs, there could be some internal bleeding, but like I said..." She was cut off.
A small team of nurses rushed out with a gurney, followed by one of the ER doctors. "Let's get this kid inside." A deep male voice instructed. John heard and saw the doctor instructing from behind the team of nurses. He let them load Sam onto the gurney as the doctor introduced himself. He moved towards John to better oversee the patient as he was moved from the truck. "I'm doctor Lecki and I'm going to be taking care of your son. I'll let you know something as soon as we can get him examined."
"Right, of course." John said, following the team as far into the hospital as they would let him. A nurse stopped him at the trauma room door and ushered him over to a small waiting area. John was too worried about Sam to sit though and too upset with himself, so he paced back and fourth in the small area, nearly wearing a grove in the floor. He thought about the interrogation earlier of the demons he'd found. He was so desperate for information on the yellow eyed demon, the one that had killed his wife all those years ago in his sons nursery, that he figures he was probably a little reckless. Hell, how else could one of the demons slip away? Reckless and stupid, that's what he thought. And he probably should have had backup to help wrangle in the demons and keep em' secure. "Damn it..." He cursed aloud, mostly to himself.
"Dad?" Dean questioned. He'd heard his Dad swearing and walked in to find the man pacing and the man was never a pacer unless something serious was going on that he had no control over.
John stopped in his tracks and turned to his eldest son. His anger at himself seemed to shift the moment his eyes landed on him. "How could you be so reckless and leave Sammy unprotected like that? You're supposed to be looking out for him and..."
Dean hung his head low in shame. He knew that whatever had happened (not that he knew what yet) to Sam (he had to guess Sam because his brother wasn't the one in the waiting room) was his fault. He'd been the one to dump his brother so he could go making out with some chick. He'd been the one to insist that Sam go to Plucky's for a few hours. It was his job to protect Sammy and he'd failed at that AGAIN.
"Sir..." Both were interrupted by a nurse. "Sir..." John stopped mid sentence. He and Dean both looked to the nurse hoping for answers. "We're taking your son over to the ct scan. He's still not conscious and the doctor wants to make sure he gets everything checked out thoroughly." She explained.
"Wait, what?" Dean was confused and that was mostly in part to his father sharing as little details as possible about what was going on. "He's not waking up?" He gave his father this look, an 'if you don't start talking, I'll kill you' kind of look. His father knew the look all too well.
The nurse replied. "Not as of yet, but we're sure it's probably just from a combination of issues. The doctor should be out in a short while to explain everything though." She turned and walked off before either Winchester could shoot another question at her, following the gurney with the boy on it to ct.
Dean looked to his father again. "Start talking." Was all he said.
John knew that Dean wanted... NEEDED answers, but just how much was he going to share with him? He wasn't sure if he should say anything about the demons or about what they'd said about Sam. He wasn't really sure what to make of Sam, now that he knew what the demons knew, and he couldn't imagine how Dean would interpret the information. And thus began the lies. "You're brother was attacked." He said.
"What? By who?" Dean asked. Sam had been at a place full of kids and happy go lucky clowns, he hadn't a clue as to who would want to hurt the younger man...unless of course, it was someone of the supernatural variety that hurt Sammy.
"He was attacked by some other kids. I took care of the kids, but your brother...he, he was...well..." John could barely keep it together as he thought about what really happened and what had been about to happen.
Before Dean could question further a slew of staff flew past them with a gurney, headed to one of the other trauma rooms." 42 year old Michael Thomas. He was found behind Plucky's. Two GSWs, one to the chest and one to the shoulder. No other apparent injuries, BP is..." They both heard a paramedic informing the hospital staff as they disappeared into the other room.
John immediately recognized the clown. He felt a slight pang of remorse at having shot the man, because he knew all to well how demons tended to take innocent people as hosts and lock them away in their mind as they used their bodies...often leaving the host clueless and confused when they finally left those bodies or even leaving the host dead when they left the bodies. He didn't know if the clown would have any memories of what the demon had done in his body or if the clown was left to question everything from the last few hours and he honestly couldn't care. His focus was on Sammy and how Sammy would be after living through what that clown had done, had planned to do. He didn't know that Sammy would never remember what happened, but as it turned out some of the boys injuries may have been a blessing.
"That was one of the clowns at Plucky's, Dad." Dean observed quickly. "Did he do something to Sammy?"
Another lie escaped John. "No, I don't know anything about that. You're brother was attacked by some kids."
"Which you said you took care of, and how was that exactly?" Dean wondered.
"You don't want to know." John finally sat in one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs.
"So this wasn't..." Dean looked around to make sure no one was in earshot of the two of them. "Supernatural?"
"No, Dean..." John also gazed around to make sure they were alone. "Not everything is supernatural."
Dean sat next to his father. "So how bad is it?"
"Well, he was unconscious when I found him and he might have some broken ribs, but I couldn't tell much else without being able to talk to him." John explained. "And what about you?"
"What about me?" Dean asked confused.
"Just what were you doing that was so important to make you bail on your brother?" John shot back. "Your supposed to be taking care of him and..."
Dean cut him off. "I'm not his father, you are." Typically, Dean was a good soldier. He always respected his dad and never talked back to the man, but something in him snapped. "I was out being a teenager."
"Excuse me?" John stood, anger just seething out of him. "What did you just say?"
"I said that I'm not his father." Dean wasn't about to back down.
John stopped to think for a second, letting Dean's words sink in. Dean was right, he wasn't the boys father and yet most of the time, he was the one raising the boy. It hit him in that moment, that he wasn't angry at Dean's words, he was just angry at the whole damn situation and angry at Dean speaking out, something the boy rarely did. "You're right..." John admitted, while visibly trying to wrangle in his anger. "We both need to be looking out for Sammy, but I'm his father and I can't expect you to keep doing my job."
"Dad, I didn't mean for Sammy to get hurt." Dean replied. "I try to watch out for him, but sometimes I just want to do something without my little brother tagging along, sometimes I just want to be a normal teenager." Dean was a hunter, through and through. Hunting came as naturally to him as breathing, but sometimes, he just needed a little break from hunting.
John knew that Dean would never intentionally put Sammy in harm's way. If he'd known what was going to happen, he knew Dean wouldn't have dumped him at plucky's. He also knew that Dean had needs. He was a growing boy and a brooding teenager at that. Of course he wouldn't want his annoying brother around all the time. "I know, Dean. I just, I just don't want anything to happen to you boys. I already lost the love of my life and you boys are the last little bit of her I have left..." Now he was getting downright emotional, which was a rare side of him that he hardly ever showed his boys. "I can't lose either of you."
"You won't Dad, I'm sure Sammy'll be fine." Dean did his best to reassure their father, but all they could really do was wait for the doctor to come back and let them know for sure.
And waiting is just what they did. They sat, they paced, and then they sat and paced some more. It seemed like hours waiting for a doctor or even a nurse. Eventually, Dean had nodded off and was sleeping with his head leaned back against the wall and his arms folded over his chest, while his Dad sat and watched whatever it was on the tv in the waiting area.
"Sir..." Doctor Lecki finally stepped into the waiting area.
"Sam, is he ok?" John quickly asked as he nudged his eldest son in the side.
Dean jerked awake instantly. "Sammy?"
"John, was it?" Dr. Lecki asked.
"Yes," John nodded. "And this is my other son, Dean."
"Right, let's get down to business shall we?" Dr. Lecki sat across from the Winchesters. Seeing them nod, he continued. "At first glance, Sam was in pretty serious condition when he came in. He was unconscious and unresponsive, he had obvious damage to his rib cage and some bruising along his abdomen, and there was apparent head trauma. After examining him and doing several tests, I can say for sure that two ribs are broken and three are fractured. There was some deep bruising around his kidneys, but no other internal damage to his abdomen. The bruises will be sore for a while, but will probably feel mild in comparison to the pain from his ribs being damaged."
"But the ribs, they'll heal?" Dean asked.
Dr. Lecki nodded. "They will with time. We've wrapped them and stabilized them the best we could and in most cases, they usually heal up fine. Of course, that's if he rests and takes it easy during recuperation. We don't want to risk him doing further damage."
"What about his head?" John was the one to ask this time.
"I was just getting to that." Dr. Lecki answered.
"Is he awake?" Dean threw in.
The doctor sighed. "Please allow me to explain." He said. "Sam is still unconscious. We ran a full CT scan and he does have some minor swelling of the brain."
"Does that mean he's permanently brain damaged or something?" Dean asked. "Will he need surgery to fix it?"
"We can't say for sure if there is any permanent damage." Dr. Lecki replied. "We won't know until he wakes, but as I said, the swelling is minor. We think that the swelling should go down on it's own in the next few days, so he shouldn't require any surgery. I do want you to be aware of some things to expect though given the extent of his injury."
"And what things would those be?" John wondered.
"When Sam does wake, which hopefully should be anytime throughout the night or even early morning, he might be a little confused. He might even suffer from a bit of amnesia..." At that last word, the doctor could instantly see a look of shock on their faces. "And to clarify, I don't mean that he won't remember you or his life, but it's likely he may not remember what happened to him or he may even forget the last few days entirely. As I said though, we won't know for sure until he wakes. He may also suffer from a bit of dizziness these next few days or possibly some blurred vision. It's all common with this kind of head trauma."
"Well, he won't be missing much from the last few days." Dean replied. "It's been pretty boring."
"What my son means, is we'll fill him in on anything that might be a little fuzzy for him." John amended, though he didn't really mean what he said. If his son couldn't remember what happened at Plucky's, frankly, he thought Sam would be better off.
"That's very good." Dr. Lecki said with a nod of his head. "Why don't I get a nurse to take you in to see Sam. It's passed visiting hours, but you can both stay with him if you'd like."
John stood as a nurse started walking their way. "Thank you, doctor." He reached a hand out. The doctor stood and shook it, before motioning for the nurse.
Hopefully the medical stuff was all plausible and not too unrealistic. Part 3 will be up in a couple of days. Please review and let me know your thoughts. Thanks!