ok this is the second time i'm trying to do an author note... stupid anyways!! i'm sorry! this isn't the last chapter!!! I got a bit over zealous and had to split the chapter up because i'm not done ironing out the end yet. I'm going away for the rest of the weekend... actually leaving in like ten minutes lol... so hopefully i can work on it sunday night and get it out then! Consider it the Epilogue since this one pretty much resolves things! LOL
Also i'm soo sorry about not replying to most of the reviews yet! THANK YOU though!!! and it will be my first priority when i get back sunday night!
Ok Now i'm off to pack the car and head out! Have a great weekend everyone and enjoy this chapter!
Sam wasted no time finding traction on the slippery floor and hauled ass to his brother's side…
No... He couldn't stop his vision! He should have known! He shouldn't have left his brother! Dean didn't want them to separate! And after the snapping he gave Dean about being careful earlier it was himself that broke the promise. Something didn't feel right and he ignored it!
"Dean! Oh my god! You were shot!" Sam screamed out as his vision stuck in his brain… Dean… he was shot…
Sam fell next to his brother and grabs at the stain on Dean's shirt, desperate to help stop the blood flow.
"No I wasn't…" Dean's voice sounded like it was dragged over miles of pavement but it was strong and went to push Sam's hand away from his shirt.
"Dean I saw! He shot you!"
"Sam he didn't shoot me!"
Dean pushed Sam's hands away from his shirt in a rougher fashion before his brother could raise it to check and sat up. His arms were behind him holding his top half up off the floor.
"He didn't?" Sam's eyes were wide and wet… doe eyes… and they kept going back and forth from Dean's face to the red on his shirt. It was a stain! Just a stain! No holes!
"No Sam... he didn't."
But before Sam could have a sigh of relief, suddenly Jenn pulled herself from her huddled position by the wall and scrambled over to Dean, knocking the knife away from where it landed near the older hunters hand in her hast to get to Dean's side.
"You're bleeding! Dean…! He bit you!"
Dean paused a moment before flicking an eye up to Jenn's observation.
"Yea... that he DID do."
Sam sat stunned for a second taking in the new information… His vision… Dean was stabbed in the neck and shot… but this was different… why was the vision so wrong?
Dean finally brought a hand up to his neck before Jenn could place a hand there to stop the bleeding. He pulled it away to stare at his own blood on his hand.
Sam shook himself from his stupor and finally registered the look on his older brothers face… Shock.
"Dean... you ok?"
Dean's features were pale and his eyes were out of focus when they landed on Sam's face.
"Peachie…"
"Dean how much did he drink… how long?" Sam instantly felt disgusted using the word 'drink' when talking about his own brother's blood but he needed to know how serious this was.
"Dunno…"
Sam didn't like the look of his brother. He was fading fast and Sam was impressed his brother was still conscious. He was so pale… The only bright thing that stood out on Dean was the blood still leaking from the marks in his neck.
"Jesus… Jenn get some help!"
Sam pushed away Jenn's prying hands to cover the wound and stop Dean from losing more blood, replacing it with his own as Jenn scrambled to her feet and scurried down the hallway. Sam listened to her retreating footsteps while looking at his brothers pale face. Hopefully she would be quick.
"Here Dean. Lay down."
"Don't want to…"
Sam could see his brother's arms holding him up quivering from weakness. Dean lost way too much blood… But at least it was just missing blood. Dean wouldn't become one… no… that ritual was not performed.
If he could have just MOVED! He KNEW something was wrong but still he just couldn't get there in time
"Dean lay down!! Or your gonna fall down."
Dean didn't vocally answer Sam this time. Only a slight shake of his head was his defiant answer.
"You've been hunting since before you could ride a bike Dean! How could you have let a vamp get you like this?" Sam was talking out of fright more then anger and in the effort to just speak and fill the silence. He knew deep down why. He was protecting Jenn. Damn Dean and his protective instinct!
"Remembered your vision."
"Huh?"
"Your vi.. sion.. Changed it… left the gun… in the car."
Sam blinked at the realization. Dean was right! He changed the outcome! Instead of getting killed Dean was here and the vamp was dead…. It worked!
Sam smiled and his brother flicked his eyes to the expression.
"Good job big brother… good job"
"Well… fig..ured I should listen to your freak…freaky mind for once."
Dean's voice was quiet and shaky. Sam was surprised Dean was still even conscious. The vampire drained way more then just the normal "Donation" amount.
"Really Dean you should lay down…. You look terrible."
"No… hold up… the wound…"
Dean was right. He'd bleed more lying down but Sam was afraid to witness his brother fall if he fainted. The weakness was something Sam couldn't handle just yet.
"Ok… ok fine. Just stay with me ok?"
"Not goin anywhere… Could… go for a... Juice box though." Dean blurted out with a forced smirk towards his little brother.
Sam actually shook his head at his brother's reference to Donating Blood and the Juice they gave you afterwards… only Dean.
"Well I'm sure they have Juice boxes in the pediatrics ward. We'll have Jenn bring you up some."
"Har… har.. ." Dean said sarcastically before letting his eyes droop a bit. He still held himself up pretty good on his own but Sam wished he'd at least keep his eyes open.
After what felt like forever, Jenn finally came back down the hallway with a couple nurses in tow.
"Dean these are close friends of mine! This is Nurse Rhonda and Nurse Shelly. They also took care of you too... I tried to explain quickly and they are willing to secretly help you. We just got to get you off this cold floor… Sam?"
Sam didn't have to be told twice and put an arm around his brother's back, helping him to his wobbling feet.
"Through here." Jenn ordered. She led them across the way into an other room and shut the door quickly. "Jerry the custodian is going to take care of the blood… its ok…"
"I was shocked we weren't caught out there." Sam said while helping Dean to the nearest bed.
"Well… its not a busy floor Sam, remember? Though I'm kinda shocked too but don't complain when something goes our way for once ok?"
"Yes ma'am." Sam responded back to Jenn's mini scolding.
Sam helped lower Dean unto the bed inside and kept him sat up as one of the nurses with interested eyes got to work on covering the bites on Dean's neck with antiseptics and gauze while the other one jabbed an IV in Dean's hand in an instant.
"We're just gonna fill you back up Dean." Jenn whispered to Dean as she helped assist her two nurse friends with the procedure.
Dean was blinking slowly and trying to keep an eye on the two women fussing with him. These were his nurses huh? A smart-ass remark of… 'I'm glad I was in a coma" came to mind but luckily his mouth wasn't really cooperating at the moment. Still he'd like to thank them eventually. He couldn't help but notice their constant stares though. This must have been like seeing a walking dead man.
"Dean ya with me?" Sam snapped Dean out of his inner ramblings and he nodded his head slowly.
"Dean? I thought your name was Sam?" The older of the two nurses said.
"Later" Jenn replied and placed a bag of red liquid onto a pole. She then attached the IV in the hunter's hand with the tubing going into the bag of blood. Once things started flowing through Jenn stepped back eyeing Dean carefully.
"There Hun. All set. Now just relax…"
"Yea... NOW you can lay down Dean… Its ok now."
"No thanks." Dean muttered while closing his eyes hoping it would keep the world from spinning.
"Dean, don't be such a stubborn ass!" Jenn jumped in for Sam.
"Stubborn is my middle name." Dean smirked. He already was feeling the difference the transfusion was making..
"Well we know that's true…"
"Ha.. ha… Ouch…" Dean flinched when the other nurse poured some Peroxide on the bites. The sting caught him off guard. It was good though. Feeling was coming back.
"Sorry sweetie…" She said softly while patting his arm gently in apology.
"Sok…" Dean replied. "We have to do what we… came to do." Dean said while giving a flittering glance at the two nurses around them.
"Dean that can wait…" Jenn said avoiding his eyes.
"No it can't. For more then just one reason…"
"Dean you need to relax. We're ok for now. We'll get to it." Sam said in an attempt to slow down his injured brother.
"I'm fine Sam! This is nothing."
"You almost got emptied by a Va… Yea…" Sam looked at the two nurses as their concentration went to his words and he stopped himself before continuing his sentence choosing a different direction instead. It was Jenn's responsibility to talk to her friends about this not his. They didn't have time to explain things. "Just sit here a few minutes till I feel ok with you moving again ok?"
"Sam…"
Sam didn't say an other word but looked at his big brother with concern and desperation in his eyes. Sam's main concern was Dean's well being and if words didn't show that then he'd have to use his other defense… the puppy dog eyes.
"Fine fine… ten minutes and then I'm going in there!"
"Ok fair…"
"We still have to stop the bitch Sam."
"I know, I know! I get it…" Sam insisted to end the conversation around the listening ears.
"She could be anywhere."
"Dean... ok!"
"Alright then…" Dean was content with the fact that he figured in the end he won the argument and turned his attention to Jenn.
"I wont give up on you. Not even with this minor setback."
"Dean?! Minor? Are you kidding? You almost just bled out in the freakin hallway! I'd never put you in harms way! Not even for this!" Jenn cried and turned her head away from him while fighting back tears.
"Umm… Excuse us." The nurse who had Rhonda on her nametag stepped up next to Jenn and put her hand on her shoulder. "Honey… we don't know where you've been or what you've been doing. All we know is we were very worried about you. Its apparent you all need to solve a few issues. I don't know what happened here with your friend before or even now but that's none of our business and I think we should get back to our posts before someone noticed we've been gone a while. I'll talk to you later ok? We're glad you are back."
The older woman squeezed her shoulder and gave a soft smile to Dean before the two nurses headed out the door and back to their jobs. Dean watched them leave before he began back at the conversation.
"We're hunters Jenn. You don't tell us to go out into danger… we do it all on our own. And I promised I'd make your outlook better. I'm not going back on that."
"But I don't want something so selfish as me thinking I could get my mother back to get you two killed. I couldn't take that guilt."
Sam couldn't help but bite his lip at her words. He knew what that guilt felt like and she was right. She wouldn't be able to live with it. But Dean, ever being the stubborn one, stood up from the bed and proceeded to pull out the IV still pumping blood in.
"What are you doing?" Jenn spat, running over to the tubing and turning a nozzle that stopped the blood flow.
"We're getting on with the show. Besides… I'm full. Now are you just going to stand there and grumble at me or do I have to do this "Awakenings" shit all on my own."
Jenn couldn't hold in a giggle at Dean's joke and brought a hand up to rub a tear threatening to roll down her cheek.
Dean's motions were still slow but still comforting as he put an arm around Jenn and gave her a quick hug.
"You ready?" he asked her as she pulled away.
"As I'll ever be."
The trio lit up in smiles but their "moment" was destroyed as a voice thick in a French accent filtered through the dark hospital room.
"Oh how sweet…"
Organa was standing in the doorway, her hair flowing behind her in a breeze only surrounding her and never touching the other occupants in the room.
"Awww the whole family is together again!"
"Ok who invited the old hag…"
"Ooo clever Dean! I knew there was a reason I missed you so! Watching your brother beat himself up and sulk was starting to get rather dull… Aww you are hurt handsome hunter."
Organa's eyes went to Dean's neck and for a second Dean felt a cold rush go over his body as her stare focused on him.
"Maybe I should kiss it and make it all better!"
Dean huffed and took a step towards Jenn… "Gee… thanks but no thanks. I'm not into Ancient women"
"Oh so funny! I highly enjoy you older Winchester…"
"Swell…" Dean replied, the sarcasm thick on his tone.
Sam watched Dean and Organa exchange words in worry. What the hell were they going to do? They still had no idea how to kill Organa or even to ward her off and now they were helpless and trapped in this room. Unfortunately Sam was no privy to Dean's finding the night before.
"Hey I think we found something of yours…" Dean said in a mockingly excited voice that not only got Organa's attention but Sam's as well. "I think you've been missing it for a while."
Organa watched as Dean reached to Jenn and lifted the locket off of her chest for the old witch to see it better.
"I do not know what you are talking about handsome Winchester."
"OOO I think ya do…"
Sam and Jenn glanced at each other in confusion. Did Dean lose too much blood? Had he lost his mind? What was he getting at with Jenn's locket?
In her rightfully confused state, Jenn went to unclasp it so Dean could do what he needed to do with it… whatever that was. But Dean's hand stopped her motion and leaned down to whisper… "Keep it on…". He took his hand off her arm and grasped his own pendant around his neck… "Protection" He mouthed and Jenn nodded. She still didn't understand but Dean had a plan and she'd trust him till the day she died. Hopefully though that wasn't going to be today.
"Oh how sweet! My handsome hunter thinks a little locket can protect the little girl from me!"
Sam crept around the empty hospital bed and stood next to Dean protectively.
"Do you think you hold some special trinket? It means nothing to me."
"Then why wont you come closer Organa?" Sam asked definitely picking up what his brother was insinuating. If it was true then the answer really WAS under their noses this whole time!
She just smiled at him evilly.
"Thought so…"
"Well it appears we are at a stand still…"
"Appears so…" Dean said. Sam saw the anger in Dean's eyes. This was serious now... this was it.
Dean knew something had to happen, something to start the events. And of course he'd be the one to do it. He stepped foreword away from the two and reached behind his back for the other knife he kept hidden.
"I was pretty sure you were aware that your toys can not hurt me."
"I'm fully aware Organa…" Dean cursed mentally. Hopefully his distraction would work. He couldn't do anything so close to her. Things had to separate. They had to gain some sort of upper hand.
"Then why try…." And then Dean got his wish, though he would have chosen a slightly less painful one. With a flick of her wrist, Sam stood in horror as now twice in his life he watched his brother's feet come off the ground. She wasted no time and flung the older hunter to the other side of the room… Deans back slammed into the hospital window, cracking it to pieces, before he slid down and slumped to the cold tile.
Sam's yelled out "NO" as he watched his brother lose consciousness. Shards of glass covered his head and body. He was lucky he didn't go through and out the window but never the less, Dean was out and Sam's emotions were on overdrive. 'Not again... not again' he chanted in his mind… 'No its not the same! No curse… It's fine… He's fine…'
"It's a pity I have to keep flinging him away… But my handsome hunter is starting to be a thorn in my side…"
Sam's fists clenched and Jenn wrapped a hand around his arm to keep Sam from doing anything rash. Not to mention she was scared as hell.
"Now... if you want to go check on your brother why don't you send Jennifer over to me. This has been long in coming and I don't want any farther delay."
Sam looked at Jenn with pity in his eyes. He had no choice. He didn't know what to do! He had nothing.
"No Sam…"
"Jenn… You'll be ok... you have that…" Sam assured as he glanced down to the locket around her neck.
"But Sam!"
"Jenn I have to check on Dean... please... we'll figure something out I promise… you have the necklace!"
"Sam!" Jenn couldn't believe Sam was going to give her up like that! She was too scared to realize how not in control the younger Winchester was at the moment and she grabbed a hold of the bedpost refusing to move from the spot she was in.
"The clock is ticking…" Organa commented in her sickeningly annoying French accent.
Suddenly Sam realized something as he glanced down at the locket.
"Jenn? Have you ever opened it before?"
"Huh?"
"The locket... have you ever opened it before?!"
"No... it… its locked or stuck…"
"Have you ever seen it open?" For a second Sam had doubted himself and his non-functioning brain. But now the answer slammed into him like 400-pound sumo wrestler. Dean knew before him! How the hell did that happen?
"What is going on here!" the witch hissed as her patience grew thinner and thinner by the minute.
"No… never…." Jenn's answer was a lot calmer then moments earlier. She was catching on to.
"Jenn…. Open…" But Sam's words were halted when suddenly his body felt weightless. The witch had him too... But for some reason she couldn't touch Jenn.
"Open it Jenn! OPEN IT!"
Sam felt himself rise off the floor and go straight to the ceiling. The creepy feeling of his mother's last position caused him to kick and squirm.
"NO! NO!" He yelled kicking hard to get himself off the ceiling. The fact that his mother had a similar viewpoint before her death sent his body into panic mode.
"Open it!!" he squealed back at Jenn in desperation.
"I don't know how!!" Jenn cried out as her shaky fingers fumbled with the locket.
"Scared Sammy? Is this how mommy died?" The ancient witch taunted from below him. Sam just closed his eyes and continued to try and fight his way out of this terrible position. It was no use however and that fact alone made Sam kick even harder.
"Shut up!" Sam's voice has a murderous tone and it egged Organa on more. How did she even know about their mother? Was there a Demon hotline or something?
"Oh its just to easy to hit a nerve with you isn't it?!"
"Put him down…"
Sam stopped his kicking at the voice. Dean… he was awake and standing, or more like leaning, against the base of the broken window… shaking the glass from his hair. Through Sam's panic he never noticed his brother waking up across the room.
"DEAN!" Sam screamed out. He had to get off this ceiling. He couldn't calm himself down. "She has to open it!"
"I cant! I don't know how!"
Sam watched his brother reach into his pocket and pulled something out in Dean's nonchalant sort of way.
"Throw it here Hun."
Jenn reached up to the clasp on the chain but paused in thought before turning back to Dean.
"But you said to keep it on."
"I know what I said… Throw it to me."
"What if she…"
"Jenn…"
Organa was torn from holding Sam in place and attaching Dean again. Too much was going on at once and the hungry Witch was not as sharp as she could have been. She needed the girl. 'Let her throw the necklace… then I shall take the girl and finish these Winchesters at full strength!' The plan in her head seemed so easy. But for whatever reason the old witch was beginning to worry about the actions of these Winchesters. The saying about playing with fire came to mind and for the first time in hundreds of years Organa regretted messing with these humans.
Jenn stared into Dean's eyes. He wouldn't let her get hurt... he never did! He'd never sacrifice her… He had a plan! He had to have!
Jenn wasted no time and grabbed the locket and pulled. The clasp broke and sent the necklace into her hand. Then with an underhanded throw, she tossed it in Dean's direction, watching him catch it one handed. She didn't have time to think or move when as soon as the locket left her hands she started to feel herself being pulled closer to Organa. The protection was gone.
And with Organa's attention averted to Jenn... Sam felt himself fall to the ground hard. The hunter didn't even care about how hard he impacted as long as he wasn't on the ceiling anymore.
Dean wasted no time and revealed the thing in his other hand that he took from his pocket. With a flick of his wrist the witch instantly knew what he was wielding.
A flame erupted out of Deans hand as his thumb struck the lighter hard. There would be no messing up now. This was ending right here and without hesitation he hung the locket over the flame.
"What are you doing!!!"
"If we cant burn you… We'll burn this."
"Why would you think that would have any control over me?" The violet-eyed evil commented nervously.
"Cause I know what's inside and I know you are aware of it."
"No… Nothings inside… pictures… nothing!"
Organa was panicking but still held Jenn tight to her.
"Ya know… I wondered how you did it. Where you hid your Soul… your life essence… Cause obviously Organa… its not in you! That's why we couldn't burn you."
"Shut up!"
"But we had the answer all along and you knew that Jenn couldn't figure it out. That's why we were a threat. We're the Winchesters. And like you said… a thorn in your side…"
Dean could feel the heat on his hand from above but didn't let go. This was going to end now whether he had to burn his hand off or not.
"Did you figure because she thought it was her mothers locket that she'd never let anything happen to it? It was safe in enemy hands? That's awfully trusting of you witch…"
Jenn felt herself thrown to the floor towards the bed and Sam's direction and she wasted no time scrambling over to the hunter's side as he sat watching the interaction between his brother and the witch.
Suddenly Organa winced with a hiss in her throat. She bent over at the waist for a moment before screaming loudly and flinging anything she could towards Dean. The flowers on the table… the table... the chairs. But it was like an invisible force intercepted and nothing ever hit Dean. They flew by him like their aim was off.
"You'll pay for this!!!! You'll rot in hell like your mother! I should have killed you when I had the chance!"
"Yea… you shoulda…"
Sam gave his brother a weary look at his last words before bringing his attention back to the witch as she screamed again. Her features were changing! She was getting older!
"Sucks when age catches up to you huh Organa?"
Jenn and Sam watched in disgust as the beautiful features of the witch melted into what they could only describe as a living corpse. Her hair turned gray and lifeless, forming into clumps of stringy mess. Her cheeks sunk in as she collapsed to the floor. Even her clothes started to disintegrate into old pieces of moth eaten cloth.
Dean let out a wince as the heat reached his fingers, burning the tips… But the whole thing was now melting and the damage was done. He let the chain fall to the floor, and with a messy smack to the tile, what was left of the locket sprung open. A powerful gust of power and light escaped it and flew right into the heart of the screaming corpse in the doorway.
"NOOO" she wailed… the voice barely recognizable.
Her own life force wasn't strong enough to sustain life in the old body any longer and Organa's remains crashed to the hospital floor leaving dusty fragments skittering across the tile.
"Gross…" Dean blurted out before peeling himself from the wall. He was still weak from blood loss and then having his head bashed in again but when he had awakened a pain was in his side. Not cause of how he landed but of what he landed on… a lighter… all the answers came to him in a rush as he regained consciousness.
They had done it. The witch was gone! No more girls would be hurt by her again.
Dean slowly made his way over to the pile of remains and kicked a little through it with his foot.
Then wordlessly he flicked the lighter back on and flung it into the remains.
"That's going to set off the sprinklers Dean." Jenn said, not sure of what to say exactly and that was the first that came to mind.
"Well… I could do with a shower anyways…"