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Mullet Rock
Chapter Eleven:
A blinding white light shot through him releasing him from the burning pain that had held him for so long. He gasped and opened his eyes. He found himself on his knees staring up into the brown eyes of a pretty brunette who held his face in her hand. "Your brother needs you Sam," she said before fading away into nothing. He fell forward landing on his hands breathing heavily in an attempt to ward off the memory of the pain he been locked into for what had seemed like eternity.
Finally he rose back to his knees and looked around. He found himself in a large building that might, at some time in the past, have been a warehouse. "What the hell?" he mumbled struggling to his feet. He felt so weary, drained both physically and mentally. He looked around. The mask that he and his brother had been looking at in the gift shop lay at his feet. He made no move to touch it this time recalling the pain it caused the last time.
The remains of an alter were scattered across the floor and the impala was parked inside the confines of the building its windshield shattered. Sam walked towards the car. "Dean," he called looking at the car noting the blood on the shards of the windshield still attached to the frame.
His foot kicked something on the floor and his eyes watched as a bloodied knife skittered away from him. He followed it, bent down and picked it up a worried frown on his face. Sam turned nearly a full circle searching the warehouse for his brother. "Oh God," he said his face loosing all it's color as he spotted his brothers bloodied and still form laying near a pillar.
"Dean," he shouted as he lunged towards his brother praying he wasn't too late. Relief surged through him as Dean opened his eyes but it was quickly replaced with confusion as his brother's agonized face contorted into fear. Dean looked from his brother's face to the knife Sam still held in his hand and scooted painfully away from him. "Dean," Sam said dropping the knife immediately. "It's okay… it's me what the hell happened? Where are we?"
"Sam," Dean whispered hardly daring to believe it was true. "Sammy, is it really you?"
Sam tilted his head looking worriedly at his brother. "Yeah, it's me," he said checking his brothers' injuries he found numerous cuts that probably came from the windshield. Those didn't worry him nearly as much as the knife wound that ran from his chest to his side. "Damn Dean," he said tearing off one of his shirts and using it to put pressure on the bleeding injury. "We're going to need to get you to the hospital. I can't fix this myself."
It was a testament to how badly Dean was injured that his only protest was a grunt that came out sounding more like a moan then a reply. Sam gently lifted his brother to a standing position taking most of his weight even though he was weary himself. He helped his brother into the back seat of the impala wanting to avoid anymore glass injuries. He brushed the glass from the drivers' seat and found the keys in the ignition.
It wasn't a pleasant drive to the hospital but if the windshield had not been busted Sam didn't know if he'd have been able to stay awake long enough to get them there. For some reason his body was weary beyond belief. "Hold on Dean," he said to his brother who lay now unconscious in the back seat. Flooding Sam with memories of when the demon had attacked leaving Dean in a similar position.
He pulled into the ambulance bay at the hospital the cars horn blaring in a demand for help. Putting the car into park he got out. Staggering and leaning heavily on the Impala he dragged himself to the back door. "Dean," he said opening the door. He got no response from his brother. "Dean," he said more forcefully leaning in to the car towards his brother. "Come on man I need you to wake up."
"What happened?" asked someone behind Sam as he was gently but firmly pushed away from the cars doorway.
"I don't know," he said truthfully to weary to come up with a likely story. "I found him like this… you've got to help him… please."
The man leaned into the car and gave Dean a cursory examination as several other people came out with a gurney. In just a few minutes his brother was rushed into the emergency room and Sam was left standing outside with the car. The words of the medical team hung in the air, terms like penetrating wound, massive blood loss, and severe laceration bounced around in his head as he sat in the impala and moved it to the parking area. He needed to go to his brother but for some reason he was drained with a complete lack of energy.
Sam leaned his head back on the seat and closed his eyes he felt lethargic and unable to work up the energy necessary to get out of the car. He had no idea how long he sat there unable to gather the initiative to get up and go to Dean. It wasn't until someone reached into the open window and shook him that he realized he'd been sitting in the car far longer then he should have.
Dean opened his eyes to find Tess standing over him. "What happened?" he asked her fearfully. "Are you here to tell me I'm going to have to choose again?"
She smiled at him. "No Dean not yet," she said. "Sam saved you just as you saved him. The doctors are working on you now and you'll wake soon."
"Then why are you here?" he asked curiously. "How are you here?"
"You are dreaming," she replied. "It was the safest way to come to you. I need you to promise me something,"
"What's that?" he asked.
"The ritual you used to summon me… you have to promise never to do it again," she said. "Most of my brethren would have taken your soul for what you did."
"But not you?" Dean asked curiously.
"Not this time," she corrected. "You and your family… you've earned a pass on this one but Dean, if you do it again. I will take you."
"You saved him didn't you?" he asked her.
"Yes," she replied. "He didn't deserve that fate. I couldn't leave him in such torment."
"Is he going to be okay?" Dean asked her.
"In time," she told him. "The book needs to be destroyed Dean so this can not happen again and the mask should also be taken care of, though it can not be destroyed it can be removed from temptation."
"Why can't it be destroyed?" he asked.
"Because the magic that made it was strong and it is made with Cowrey shells. They can not be safely destroyed. The magic of the binding spell will always remain in them. It must be lost so that none will ever find it."
"I'll take care of it," he told her. "Tess, I… thank you."
"You are welcome," she said reaching her hand out to touch the side of his head gently.
Fear momentarily played across his features as he thought she might take him anyway. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Don't worry," she told him. "I'm only going to help you wake up."
"But…" what he'd been about to say was cut off as her hand touched his face and she vanished. He woke suddenly and painfully as the doctors worked to stabilize him.
"Sir," the nurse who'd come to Sam asked. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Sam told her. "Just tired."
Your brother is awake and insisting on seeing you before he allows us to continue treatment. He's… a bit stubborn."
Sam snickered at her comment. "Is he going to be okay?" he asked wearily as he climbed unsteadily from the car.
"Yes, we've stabilized him but he's refusing further treatment until he speaks with you," she said. "Can you come with me please?"
Sam followed the nurse into the hospitals emergency trauma center. He rolled his eyes as he heard his brother yelling, "Get away from me you freaking quack! Where the hell is my brother?"
"Dean," Sam said entering the room. "What do you think you're doing? You need to let them help you."
Dean sighed and relaxed a little as he saw and heard his little brother. "Sammy," he said. "Thank God. How are you?"
A/N Thanks again for taking the time to read! Hope you're enjoying it. Please review and let me know how I'm doing.