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DISCLAIMER
Belongs to Eric Kripke and the CW. I only own the plot. I don't know whether or not to put John in the situation of having to sacrifice himself for Sam, so just bear with me. I incorporate some ideas from AHBL as well as my own ideas into the fic so it's slightly spoiler-ly. Bold is telepathic communication, italics is thoughts and visions. Any questions you have will be explained throughout the story.
John looked around frantically. He hadn't brought in any of his supplies. He had no way to protect his son. There was more tapping.
"Sammy, please! I'm trying to concentrate!" John snapped. The tapping intensified in force and volume. "SAM!" John growled. Just then, the lights flickered again. John looked around. Then, he felt himself being pushed towards the door.
"Sammy, have you gone nuts?" John asked. Two taps. "Then, what are you doing?" the man questioned. There was more tapping. Then, he understood.
"Dean. You want me to check on Dean," he said. The sound of a single tap told him that he guessed correctly.
"Okay, okay, I'll go," John promised. He walked out the door. The Demon walked down the hospital halls. He had to find the hunters. They had killed his children. And he still wanted Sammy. He had such big plans for him. Then, he spotted his quarry.
"Johnny," he smirked. He started for him, but was suddenly pushed back. For a moment, he was confused. Then, he realized what had happened.
"Sammy. Now that's my boy," he approved sinisterly. It seemed that his chosen was finally tapping into his powers. The Demon smirked and headed to the room where he had learned the Winchesters had been put in. When he got to the room, he locked the door.
"Sammy. All alone. Just the way I wanted," The Demon smirked. "Now to finish what I started all those years ago," he said. He went to stand by the bed. "Hey, Sammy," he greeted. There was defiant tapping.
"Oh, none of that Morse code nonsense," The Demon dismissed. "Let's talk our way," he said. What a fine mess you've gotten yourself into, Sammy, The Demon stated.
You're not gettin' my family, Sam defiantly told him.
John and Dean are thorns in my side, but you're the one I really want, The Demon commented, as he knelt down so that they were merely inches apart. You know, I wouldn't have had to go to all this trouble if mommy hadn't gotten in the way, he continued. In the operating room, the doctors were still working on Dean. They had been slightly concerned when the lights had started flickering, but when the power remained on, they had relaxed.
"Come on, Dude. You can make it," John encouraged from the waiting room. Suddenly, he was overcome with a sense of panic. What the---he wondered. Then, he was assaulted by an image. The Demon was kneeling beside Sam's bed. He sliced a wrist and held it above Sam's mouth.
"Sammy," John said in concern.
"Dad, help!" Sam called. Without another word, he ran towards his son's room. Unfortunately, he found the door locked. Frantically, he rattled the knob.
"Come on, come on, come on," he urged. Then, "Oh, the heck with it!" he exclaimed. He concentrated on the knob. With a loud bang, the door flew open. Startled, The Demon turned around.
"Johnny," he smirked.
"Get away from my son," John ordered.
"How are going to stop me, Johnny? You don't have any weapons with you," The Demon said. "Besides, it's almost finished," he continued dismissively. He turned back to Sam and positioned his wrist so that the blood would land on his lips. John's eyes darkened, and with a jerk of his head, The Demon was thrown back.
"Johnny. You've been keeping secrets from the boys. Just like Mary," he said.
"I don't know how my wife knew you, but you're not getting our son," John told him.
"Like you can stop me," The Demon scoffed. The room began to shake as John advanced.
"Careful, Johnny. You are out of practice," The Demon reminded him. With another jerk of the eldest hunter's head, The Demon suddenly found himself pinned to the wall.
"Then again, maybe not," he grunted. "I'll be back, Johnny. You can be sure of that," he continued. Then, the creature telported out of the room. John turned to his son. "Sammy!" he said, grabbing a piece of Kleenex. "Okay, Kiddo. Let's get this stuff off of you," he continued, wiping away the blood and throwing it away. Back in the operating room, the doctors and nurses had just finished and were wheeling Dean to the recovery room. On the way, Dean's eyes fluttered.
"Well, it looks like someone's coming back a bit early," the nurse commented. One of the other nurses went to find the eldest Winchester. When she got to the room, she was a bit surprised to find the door open, but didn't question it.
"Sir? Your son's out of surgery," the nurse announced.
"Where is he?" John demanded.
"We're putting him in the recovery room," the nurse answered.
"Bring him here," John said.
"Mr. McGillicuddy, standard operating procedure states---" the nurse began to explain.
"I don't care! You bring my son in here now!" John interrupted angrily.
"Okay, okay," the nurse said. She hurried out of the room and went to flag down her colleagues. They had nearly reached the recovery room when they were stopped by the nurse.
"Mr. McGillicuddy wants him in his other son's room," she told him.
"That's not standard procedure," was the objection.
"I---I wouldn't argue with him. He looked really scary," the nurse said.
"This is highly irregular, but I suppose we can watch him in there just as well as the recovery room," the doctor said. Then, they changed direction.
You okay bud? John asked.
Why didn't you tell me you had powers? Sam asked.
Dean didn't inherit any powers, and I was hoping you hadn't either, John responded.
What did you mean by Mom knowing The Demon? Sam wondered. Before John could reply, the doctors and nurses wheeled Dean into the room.
"He's up, but a bit groggy," a nurse told them. Then, after stating that they'd be back to check on him, they left.
"Hey, Dude. How you feelin'?" John queried.
"I'm okay. Did Sammy wake up?" Dean checked.
"No. Uh, well, sort of," John answered.
"What do you mean 'sort of'? He either did, or he didn't," Dean pointed out.
"He's not awake, per se. He's unconscious, but he's using his powers to communicate," John stated.
"Wait. Powers?" Dean asked, starting to sit up. John tried to make him lay back down, but his oldest son wouldn't be deterred. "Dad…what's going on?" he demanded.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
I know the amount of time spent in surgery was unrealistic, but I didn't want to spend a whole lot of time on it.