SHOUT OUTS/ANSWERS
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TeacherTam: Unfortunately, no. Most likely true. Yep. Thanks.
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DISCLAIMER
Belongs to Eric Kripke and the CW. I only own the plot. I use some lines from IMTOD. I'm not sure how close Bobby was to the hospital, but it seemed to be pretty close, so I'm gonna go with that.
"Well, obviously you know about his visions, and I'm certain he's exhibited other abilities," John stated.
"Well, one bout of telekinesis, but that's it. It only happened once," Dean told him. There was angry tapping and Dean jumped in surprise.
"That was something you should've told me yourself, Sammy," John scolded.
"Wha---that was Sammy?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah. He's using Morse Code," John explained.
"Now that's my boy," Dean approved. Then, "How come he hasn't woken up?" he asked anxiously.
"He's got a brain clot. And the swelling hasn't come down yet," John explained.
"I'm no doctor, but isn't that pretty serious?" Dean questioned.
"Yes, it is," John agreed worriedly.
"So, what do we do in the meantime?" Dean wondered.
"Listen, I need to pick up some supplies,"
"I can do it," Dean offered.
"Dean, you just got out of surgery," John said. Dean's shoulders slumped at the sound in his father's voice. He recognized that tone. That was his father's 'Absolutely not' voice.
"I'm going to go get them. I'll be back soon. Watch out for Sammy," John ordered.
"Yeah, Dad. You know I will," Dean answered. John put a hand on Dean's shoulder.
"Thanks, Dude," he said. Oh, Dean. I'm so sorry, Kiddo, he thought to himself.
"Dad…are you okay? You're scaring me," Dean said.
"Don't be scared, Dude. Everything's gonna be okay. I promise," John assured. Then, he used a pay phone to call Bobby, and then headed out into the parking lot. A few minutes later, the man met his old friend.
"Bobby, thanks for doing this," John said.
"Yeah, no problem," Bobby answered, as they got into the car.
"How's the Impala?" John queried out of the blue.
"Trashed, but…salvageable. Surprisingly, even Dean's tapes made it out unscathed," Bobby answered.
"You're kidding me," John said in surprise.
"I was as surprised as you," Bobby commented.
"Once I get to your place, I need some supplies," John said.
"What supplies?" Bobby questioned.
"I'll tell you when I get there," John replied, leaving no room for argument. A few minutes later, they were at Bobby's cabin. Once there, John started gathering up what he needed.
"John, those don't ward off a demon, they summon one," Bobby said sharply, taking notice of what his friend was picking up.
"Sammy hasn't woken up yet. His mind is alert, but…he's got a cerebral hematoma, and it hasn't gone down," John stated.
"So you're going to make a deal with him? Are you crazy?" Bobby questioned.
"It's my boy, Bobby. My baby," John responded. Bobby stared at his friend, and saw the stormy cloud of emotion raging in his eyes.
"Go. Take my truck," he said gruffly, tossing him the keys. John walked out and got in the truck. He started the vehicle and took off. Minutes later, he was back at the hospital. He parked and then walked hurriedly through the doors. Dean sat up when he heard the footsteps.
"Dad," Dean said in relief.
"Dean, I'm feelin' a little tired. Could you get me some caffeine?" John requested.
"Yes, Sir," Dean answered. He got up and went to do as he was told. Once he was sure it was clear, John immediately went to work.
Dad, what are you doing? Sam asked.
It's okay, Sammy. It's all gonna be okay, John answered.
Dad, where's the Colt? Sam questioned.
Safe, was the reply.
Dad, you're not warding off The Demon, you're summoning it, came the accusation. Sam went on to say more, but John put up a mental block. Angry at being ignored, Sam started tapping angrily.
"Shut up, Sammy," John snapped. The tapping continued. The eldest Winchester waved his hand dismissively, and instantly, the room was silent. Minutes later, the ritual was finished.
"John," a voice said. The man stood up and turned around.
"Didn't think it'd work this quickly," John commented, as he brandished the Colt.
"I took you for a lot things John, but suicidally reckless wasn't one of them," The Demon stated.
"I could kill you right now," John warned.
"But you won't. Not when you have a deal to strike," The Demon smirked.
"It's Sam. He's alert, but he won't wake up," John told him.
"I know---cerebral hematoma. Terrible thing," The Demon said in mock sympathy.
"I'll give you a trade---me for Sammy," John said. There was angry tapping.
"Hmmm. It doesn't sound like our boy likes that," The Demon said. It smirked when it saw the look of pain on John's face.
"You know the truth about Sammy…don't you?" it questioned.
"Wake him up. And you can have me," John said, ignoring the question. Just then, Dean walked in.
"What the---" his question was cut off as he was slammed against the wall. Aw, man. Not again, he thought to himself.
"Looks like the gang's all here---John, Dean, and Sammy," The Demon said. "You're just in time, Dean. John here was just about to give his life his life for our boy," he continued.
"Sammy is mine. Mine and Mary's. Not yours," John growled.
"Ah, John. You stink of denial," The Demon laughed. What no one knew, Sam was starting to wake up. At first, his vision was blurry, but it soon cleared. Dean was pinned to a wall, and The Demon was talking to his father. It was seconds later that he could hear what they were saying.
"Mary knew all about me. She had hidden herself from me. But then I sensed Sam. He was so powerful. That's why I decided to perform the same ritual with Sam that I did with her," The Demon said. Sam sat up.
"Now, just give me the gun and---" Before anyone knew what had happened, the Colt had flown out of John's hand.
"HEY!" The Demon turned around.
"Well, you woke up. That-a boy, Sammy," It said. Without a word, Sam pulled the trigger. The Demon went to teleport, but too late.
"Y---" was all he managed to get out. Energy crackled over the man's body, and he fell to the floor, dead.