BAN:// Okie day then heres another chapter all. Please more reviews? I was sad I got so few sniffs I have the flu humor me? Well yes, this is short chapter but next one shall be interesting I suppose.
Missouri left Sam's mind with many questions answered. Mary had always been an amazing woman; she supposed she never knew how much until now. Missouri slowly stood up and stretched tiredly, she needed to sleep, badly.
"Finally!" Jim all but yelled grabbing Missouri's elbow pulling her towards him, "now listen here Missouri you got to stop doing that. Your wearing thin, and we need you at the top of your game!" Missouri only shook her head, pulled away from the preacher, and walked towards the door. "Where are you going?" He questioned.
"To a motel." She said simply and continued walking out the door.
"That woman…" he began but was interrupted with Missouri's voice in his head.
"I heard that Jim."
Jim grumbled and sat down in the finally empty chair next to Sam's bed. Jim had moved Dean into John's room; because Jon's ass wasn't broken, he could sit in a chair. Dean needed some serious rest and well, John had slept in enough chairs he'd make himself comfortable.
"Sam…" Jim didn't know where to begin talking to him. He didn't even have an idea where to pray for him. "Where do I even start?" Jim asked.
"At the beginning." Jim spun around to see a woman walk in holding a brief case. "And you are?" She questioned swinging her hips when she walked stopping next to him.
"Father Jim Murphy and you might be…?" He questioned standing up blocking her view up Sam.
"Danica Jewel, as of this time Samuels's psychologist." She explained flicking her hair over her shoulder impatiently. "Is he awake yet?" Her tone was snotty, Father Jim didn't like it.
"No, he's not. If you'd like to leave a message I'll be sure for him to get back to you." He said sarcastically like an answering machine. Danica said nothing but spun on her heal and left the room. Father Jim, being a tired and rather grumpy priest said a few wonderfully colorful words under his breath as he sat back down in his chair, only then noticing that he had an audience.
"I don't like her." Sam said tiredly his eyes trying to focus on Father Jim.
"Neither do I my child." Jim said, trying to not seem deliriously happy that Sam was awake. "How are you feeling?" Jim asked softly smiling at the youngest hunter.
"Like a semi hit me." Sam coughed weakly making a pained face as he moved his wrists, blood started to seep through the white bandages. Jim hit the call button for a nurse, it had been a crazy few hours, and he supposed that it was time for Sam to get some medical attention. Between the boys father, brother, himself, and Missouri, it's a miracle anyone other then them had gotten through the doors. Jim sat back and smiled at his almost surrogate son and waited patiently for a nurse to arrive as Sam drifted back off into sleep.
As the nurse went around unwrapping Sam's arms Jim had to look away and the gruesome red opening in the young hunters arm. As a priest, he had come across many young people coming to him with problems such as this. He had never once imaged that one of the Winchester boys would ever do such a thing. However, given the circumstances Jim found it almost appropriate.
Dean had said something once when Sam was about to leave for college, he over heard the boys talking he had never thought anything of it. Now that he remembered he recalled what Dean had all but yelled at his younger sibling; "You are not a suicide." As the understanding dawned on the priest he stared wide eyed at Sam putting things in places that he never thought were plausible, Samuel Winchester had tried committing suicide before.