A/N: I placed the translations in the story this time. I hope that will help with the flow of the conversations. I also hope this will help with those who were wondering what had happened to the boys without giving too much away... evil laugh ... thanks to all who are reading. Enjoy D
Chapter 5
"Sam." It first came as a whisper. Bobby wasn't sure if he heard it till he heard it again. "Sammy." The voice echoed the lost soul behind it. Pain was laced in the words as the word was repeated. "Sammy." It slowly became stronger. The monitors in the room start to sing as the heart rate increase with the volume of the voice.
"Shh, Dean. It's ok." Keeping his own voice as soft and gentle as he could, Bobby had moved in closer to the young man. Still holding the arm that he had since he accompanied the young man to the room, but now his other hand was resting on Dean's forehead. Bobby noticed a nurse walk into the room. His worried face was welcomed to a smile as she checked the monitors and assessed the patient in the bed. She quietly said everything's ok before she left the room.
"Sammy." This time the voice was accompanied by tears that tried to squeeze through the slits that his eyes have become. Dean tried to move his arms but stronger hands held him in place. Still in his weaken state, Dean tried in vain to move away from whoever was holding him down. "Sammy. No!" His voice grew in volume and pain.
Bobby saw the nurse return. She moved over to the IV bag and injected something into it. "What's that?" Bobby asked as he was still holding the struggling Dean down.
"Something to help him relax." She moved in closer to the bed to help Bobby with Dean. "It should start taking hold soon." The nurse and Bobby didn't have to fight with Dean long. Dean slowly settled into a deep slumber. "There. He'll rest now." She looked over to the worried face of Bobby. "Is there anything I can get you, sir?"
"No thank you." Bobby lowered himself into his chair again. "I'm fine." His eyes never left the young man's face.
"Well, call if you need anything. My name is Kathy and I'll be his nurse tonight." She added before she left the room.
Bobby didn't notice her leave. His eyes were on Dean. He watched as his face relaxed back down. He knew the boy would be worried about his kid brother, but not like this. It seemed that even in his slumber, Dean is always worrying about Sammy.
John had been moving around the cabin a while when Sam started to stir. His eyes slowly opened and it took time for them to focus on the surrounding. When he saw his father and smelt the food, Sam set up on the cot. Swinging his long limbs to the floor, Sam set there, watching his father prepare them something to eat. He thought how much like a dream this scenario was. John turned to see his youngest son looking at him. A smile appeared on his face. Sam tried to smile back but it was only half-hearted.
"You hungry?" John asked as he turned back to the stove. On hearing the words, Sam suddenly felt sad. He remembered the last thing him and Dean had done. Before their world went south again. On getting no response from his son, John turned back to face Sam again. He saw the pain on Sam's face. Walking away from the stove to set next to him, John softly spoke. "It's ok, Sammy. We'll figure this out."
With that, Sam smiled was a little more sincere. "I guess I am." John looked at him for a moment. "Hungry, that is."
"Good." John said. "I found some makings for chilli and coffee."
"Chilli for breakfast?" Sam questioned him. "That sounds like Dean's meals." Sam let out a soft laugh.
"Yeah. Your brother does have a strange choose of food sometimes." John stood and walked back to the stove. "It was all I could find. Come on. Sit." He motioned to a chair at the table.
Sam got up and walked over to the table. He didn't set though. He stood there watching his father work on filling two bowls of the contents of the pot on the stove. John moved to the table. "Sit, Sammy." Sam finally did. John returned on the second trip to the table with two cups of coffee.
Sam looked down at the bowl then at his hands which were on either side of the bowl. Some of the swelling had gone down. The white bandages hid the broken skin over his knuckles. Still looking at his hands, Sam asked. "How's Dean?"
John took the other chair. "Bobby said he'll be fine. Nothing serious. They're keeping him for observation." John knew from the look on Sam's face that he was still guilt ridden from what had happened. "Sammy, tell me about this Father Michael of yours."
Sam looked up to see the old hunter that he remembered growing up. "Why?"
John closed his eyes momentarily. After a sigh, John said. "I had a visit from him. He told me where to find you boys."
"Visit?" Sam looked around. He thought the cabin they were in morphed into the old shack of Father Michael.
John reached a hand out to gently grasp Sam's arm. Sam looked back to his father. "What can you tell me about him?"
"Ah. He helped me get Dean out of the fog. He had this rope with rosaries braided in it and that's what I had around me when I went into the fog to get Dean back."
John straightened but not losing contact with Sam. "You went into the fog too?"
Sam looked a little more intense at his father. "Yeah. That was the only way to get Dean back. Dad, what's going on?"
John looked away not wanting his son witness the worry on his face. "I don't' know, Sammy. I don't' know." He looks back at Sam. "What about this priest?"
"He seemed ok. He knew about us. What we do. He knew about Mom and Jess and what happened to them." Sam was watching his father's face closely. "Dad, what happened?" He just seemed to know something was up with his father.
John sighed. "I had a dream about him. He told me the entity that followed Dean out of the fog was still after him. That its master wants to destroy us." A thought came to John. "Do you remember anything else about the past few days?"
Sam was still absorbing what John had told him. "What?" He said when he heard the question addressed to him. "Ah. No." Then a memory came to him. "Yeah. I remember waking up. I had something over my head. A hood, I think. I heard voices. I first thought one was Dean's. The other one was familiar but I couldn't place it. They were talking in Latin."
"What were they saying?" John asked.
Almost trance like, Sam started to recite what he heard: "Tantum ut servo vos. Adepto res promptus. Sis meus vonco. Vos teneo quis vos have efficio." Sam paused as did the voices. "Exspecto." He looked back at his hands. "I can't remember anything else."
A/N: Translation from Latin
Tantum ut servo vos: Only to serve you
Adepto res promptus: Get things ready
Sis meus vonco: If you wish, My master
Vos teneo quis vos have efficio: You know what you have to do
Exspecto: Wait
John knew what was said. "It's ok, Sammy. Maybe more will come back to you later."
"Dad. Is Dean ok? I mean, really ok?" Sam was sounding more little a little brother worried about his big brother.
John couldn't lie to him. "I hope so. God, I hope so. Now, eat." Trying to make light humor. "After all, I slaved over a hot stove for you." Sam did smile to that and took the spoon in his bandaged hand. John watched as his son tried his best to eat with his hand wrapped up. He knew things are only going to get worst. 'You are going to encounter events that will vanquish even the strongest warrior. You have to have faith.' The words of the priest came back to him. Sam looked up and both smiled at each other.
Bobby must have fallen asleep for when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he about jumped out of his skin. He was still holding Dean's arm. Maybe the contact was more for himself than Dean. Bobby's eyes were wide and staring at the nurse from earlier.
"I'm sorry. I brought you something to eat." Kathy held up a sandwich and coke and smiled at the older man.
"Thank you. And that's all right. I guess I'm more tire than I realized." Bobby set up in the chair and removing his hand from Dean's arm, took the offering from the kind nurse. He looked back toward Dean. The young man was resting quietly. The rhythm of his heart beat was a testament of that. Bobby found himself stretching his legs.
"Are you his only family?" She asked as she reevaluated her patient.
"No. His father and brother can't make it in." Bobby said. He opened the coke and took a drink.
"Who is Sammy?" She asked trying to look innocent in the questioning. Bobby looked at her wondering how she knew that name. "I heard him call it earlier." She replied.
Bobby grinned. 'Even past out and looking like someone's punching bag, you still have the ladies swooning' he thought to himself. "No. Sammy is his not so little brother." The nurse looked oddly at Bobby. He smiles. "Sam is taller than Dean."
She laughed. "Why don't you take a break." Kathy suggested. "I stay and watch your nephew while you're gone." She smiled.
Bobby looked at the young nurse. Her smile was so friendly. He looked back at Dean. "Yeah. Maybe you're right. I do need to make a phone call." Bobby stood. "I'll be right back." He grabbed the sandwich setting on the bed table and with food in hand, Bobby walked out into the hall.
He did need to get up and walk around. Bobby walked to the end of the hall eating as he went. Once he reached the window at the end of the hall, he pulled out his phone. He dialed John and waited for his friend to pick up.
John heard the phone ring and quickly grabbed it from his pocket. Sam was staring at him as he answered. "Bobby?" He looked at Sam as he spoke.
"Yeah. Thought you like to know Dean is doing better. They have him on a light sedative to help him rest." Bobby said as he was eating the sandwich Kathy gave him.
"Any word on how long they plan to keep him?" John asked. Sam was trying to eavesdrop on the conversation but was only able to get one side.
"The doctor hasn't been around yet. As soon as I can get him out of here, we'll be heading that way. Don't want the law asking too many questions." Bobby was just finishing up on the sandwich and took a drink of the coke to wash in down.
"Has he been able to tell you anything?" John had moved over beside Sam and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"No. He did call out for Sam though." Bobby added.
John smiled. "I'll let him know that. Keep me informed, Bobby."
"You know I will. Later." Bobby hung up and finished his drink before heading back to Dean's room.
Kathy watched as Bobby stood and walked out the room. She turned back to her patient. As she looked upon the middle Winchester, her eyes turned to black. A smile grew on her face. She leaned in close to Dean. "Voses effectus iustus teres. Vestri vinco est valde superbus vestrum. Operor non alieno quis vos postulo efficio."
A/N: translation from Latin
Voses effectus iustus teres: You are doing just fine
Vestri vinco est valde superbus vestrum: Your master is very proud of you
Operor non alieno quis vos postulo efficio: Don't forget what you need to do.
The corner of Dean's mouth moved. A small grin flashed across his face to her words. She delivered the message as ordered. Kathy heard movement behind her. Her eyes morphed back to normal as Kathy turned to see Bobby coming back into the room. "Phone call go all right?" She asked.
"Yeah. Thanks for watching him. You were right. I did need to stretch my legs." Bobby returned to the chair that was his home since Dean was brought into the room.
"No problem. Call if there is anything else you need." With that, Kathy walked out of the room. She moved to the nurse's station and leaned against the counter. "Hey, Mary. I"m going on break."
The nurse sitting behind a computer screen looked up. "Don't take too long." She laughed. They only had three patients on the floor. "All hell could bust loose."
Kathy joined in the laughing. "I won't." With that, she started to walk toward the stairwell. She went to the main floor. Once in the hallway, she stopped at a door marked CHAPEL. Kathy walked in to find no one inside. She moved to the front and set down in a pew. It wasn't long till she heard the door open and someone walked up to her. The man in a black suit set next to her. Her eyes drift toward the man to see a priest sitting next to her. She moved her eyes back facing forward. "I don't understand. Why not just kill them all?" She asked.
"Dramatic, my dear." The priest said. "I always loved the spectacular endings." It was more said to himself then the nurse sitting next to him. He turned to face Kathy. "You deliver my message?"
"Yes, Sir." She knew her place. "Why use an imp to destroy the Winchesters?" She asked knowing this could bring her leader's anger.
The priest turned to face the lesser demon as his eyes turned the bronze color. "Are you questioning my decision, child?" His voice echoed with the strength of a thousand horses' hoofs beating on a hard surface.
Kathy knew she asked the wrong question. Her own eyes grow in fear of the mistake. "No, Sir." The words tried to escape her lips though they couldn't be heard.
The priest lips curled up into a smile but his eyes never changed from the possible fury that could be unleashed. A laugh escaped. "Because what better way to destroy your enemy than have them destroy themselves." His eyes returned to normal but the evil smile remained. "My servant knows not to disappoint me again." He looked deeper into the blacken soul of the demon possessing the once caring nurse. "You should learn from that."
Kathy remained silent. The fear of his wrath was greater than her curiosity of his plan. She knew what the snap of his fingers, he could send her back to hell. Kathy knew she backed the right leader but she also knew the anger he possessed. She liked this meat suit she had on. It's a bitch to find one as good as that one. Her eyes returned to the front of the chapel.
The priest laid a hand on her shoulder. Kathy shivered under the touch. "You did well in possessing the younger one." Kathy smiled to the praise. "Once the family is together again, the imp will do its thing. And soon the Winchesters will be no more."
A/N: Well? Well? What do you think??