Hey all, I'm sorry its taking so long… I seem to have written myself into a er… block. I'm working my way through it slowly I'm sorry! Please don't hate me? and if you don't, which I hope you don't, thank the wonderful Mae because she is the one that made me write this chapter and got me started cause.. she's… er… cruel?.. wonderful? Pleasant? Righty. Sorry it's so short. I figured I'd give you something rather than nothing. So yes… thank you all for bearing with my slowness. Here's the chapter! (I think you'll like it) I was gonna beg and stuff for reviews... but… I won't… cause I have self control…
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When Dean woke up his first though was of the pain in his head. The second was of the fact that even the great Dean Winchester got hang overs. He tried to shrug to his feet but noticed quickly that he was tied, and with a bit of a fight he realized that he wasn't just tied, he was Winchester tied. His father had been here. "What the fuck! Dad?" he yelled into the surrounding darkness. "Why am I tied to a fucking chair? Dad? Sammy?" Images rushed to his head at the thought of his little brother, none of them making much sense, blood, Sammy, Sammy in blood in bloody water, shower, that was all. These broken flashes were all he could grasp his breathing quickened "SAMMY!" Dean yelled knowing what it meant, Sam was bleeding to death in a shower.
No response came to the young hunter as his panicked eyes finally took in his surroundings, understanding almost immediately that this was not good. He called out again for his father, for Sam, for anyone. No one answered. Dean frantically scanned the enclosure, maybe a demon had taken him. But that didn't explain why his restraints were one that only the eldest Winchester could make. Dean tried to get his hands loose only to have the ropes tighten painfully around his wrists. He wasn't getting out. He only hoped that it wasn't too long before his father came back for him, and more importantly, that someone had gotten to Sammy first.
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In the youngest Winchesters room there had been little improvement. The blood had stopped coming with the young mans urine putting everyone's mind at ease. Dr. Ragsdale had been in and out twice and yet the boy would not wake. Dr. Ragsdale was constantly telling them that it only been a few hours; it couldn't be expected for boy to awaken that soon. This didn't really make any of the family feel any better.
The silence was broken by a soft cough from Father Jim, he hated to break the comfortable and tense silence; yet things had to be done. "What are we going to do with Dean? Sam is good here safe here but what about Dean?" He questioned rubbing his hands over his face; he hated imagining that Dean had something to do with Sam being in the hospital. His eyes briefly glanced at the sterile white bandages that surrounded his wrists, before snapping back to the floor.
Neither Missouri nor John made a movement in answering the question. Silently Jim counted to ten, it took ten seconds for John to answer, it took ten minutes for John to take a shower, it took ten minutes for John calm down at his youngest son, ten was his lucky number.
"I think Missouri and you should go back to the cage, warehouse, Dean." John mumbled trying to find a suitable word for the what ever it was where Dean was tied up in. "I'll stay here with Sam and keep talking to him. It's best to find out what's going on with Dean first and foremost." It was an unspoken fact that John right now, was playing the mother hen in his reluctance to leave his youngest, the last thing that Mary touched... John moved along quickly. "Missouri, you'll be able to find something out faster then anyone. I have my cell phone." He nodded toward the table next to Sam's bed.
"Count this one for you John Winchester that sounds like a plan." Missouri nearly growled out momentarily looking towards the boy in the bed, sighing, this was the best they could do for now. She winked slowly at John, enjoying the smile that she had placed on his face. Missouri Mosley did not agree with many things that oldest hunter came up with; most of them were the walk-in-shoot-walkout sort of thing. "Call us if there is any change" She said walking out the door; Jim nodded his head good bye before following her leaving the Winchesters alone.
John took up Missouri's chair almost instantly pulling himself up close to his son. He leaned his head against the railing of the bed staring at Sam. "Did I ever tell you about the first time that you had a nightmare? And I honestly didn't know what to do. Dean did a dance, if he was here now I bet that he would do it for you Sammy because when he did it you'd laugh so hard it was wonderful. The look in your eyes was so alive and vibrant. Sam son you have to wake up." John whispered grabbing hold of Sam's pale hand. "I need to see that light again Sammy." His eyes were what had to keep him sane. Mary had said that she loved his eyes because they made her thing of her favorite candy, and that's what Sammy was, her sweetest little delight. "Sammy wake up, you need to wake up." John all but begged before taking a deep breath racking his memory for something some story he could tell his son.
Fighting the pain that it caused him to say John found the perfect memory, the memory that no matter where Sam was it would make him come back to them it was the story of the day that he and Mary met. "Well I'm not going to lie to you Sammy; it wasn't the best introduction-" He began swallowing the pain that it caused but figured if you wanted something back that bad you would go through any pain to get it.
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Somewhere in the coldness of Sam's mind he stirred being able to barely grasp onto his fathers voice. Feeling the warmth that it held made the darkness feel lighter, he latched onto the voice the best he could, he didn't want to be alone anymore in his darkness. Physically his eyes remained closed his hand though slowly, weakly grasped his fathers, as his mind started to awaken.