Break the habit of a life time Part 4
With a little moan, a bright flash awoke Dean from his semi-coma state. He opened his hazy olive-coloured eyes tentatively as the midday sun shinned through the window relentlessly. He lifted his head ever so slightly, though his neck throbbed to do so to see Maggie sitting by his bedside, watching someone off on the other side of the room. Dean followed her glance to see Sam pacing slightly in the doorway, talking on his mobile phone. The elder of the duo strained to hear his brother's words;
"…I know…but, we need you. HE needs you. He's in a pretty bad way. It doesn't look good…"
"Dean!" Maggie cried, suddenly noticing him in the bed. Sam whipped his head around,
"He's awake…I've got to go…please…"
The darkness was beginning to return and Dean let his head fall back against the pillow with a sigh as Sam rushed over and leant over his bed, he was back in silence with darkness soon approaching.
A few nerve-racking moments later, Sam was sat on a chair leaning his elbows on the edge of Dean's bed. He watched as the oxygen mask steamed up every time Dean took a shallow breath. A row of steri-strips held together a gash on his cheek and eyebrow. His left eye was mixed tone of purple and yellow, slightly swollen. The green cuff of a blood pressure monitor was wrapped around his upper arm. A grey plastic clip attached to a wire leading the heart monitor was clamped onto his finger.
Sam watched as a sweet-faced nurse changed the IV, flicking away any air bubbles in the long transparent tube. The nurse looked down from the plastic pouch of liquid and at Sam. She smiled sweetly. "He's fighting hard". She said; her voice was soft and sympathetic.
Sam let a smile show quickly, grateful for the nurse's attempt at reassurance, even if it didn't have much effect.
He followed the nurse with his eyes as she left the room, disposing of her gloves as she exited the door.
As the nurse disappeared behind the wall Sam heard her talking to someone.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes I'm a friend of the family".
"Oh okay, go right on in".
Sam looked up from the bed to see Lola standing in the doorway. He stood up from his chair. "Lola".
"Hey Sam". Lola greeted him her voice soft but echoed concern.
Sam moved round the bed and threw himself into a hug.
"Thank god". He hugged her so tightly that she was nearly knocked back. She recipicated the hug by putting her arms round Sam's back. She looked Sam's shoulder at Dean's frail body, so still so vulnerable.
Just at that moment, Maggie came round the corner; she frowned slightly miffed by the stranger that was standing in Sam's embrace. Sam noticed that Maggie was standing there and pulled out of the hug.
"Maggie, this is Lola she's a good friend of Dean's."
"Hi" Lola held up a hand in greeting.
"Hey". Maggie acknowledged her but walked past without so much of a smile.
"Okay." Lola mouthed, looking at Sam with uncertainty. Sam smiled back.
"So any ideas on who might be responsible for this?" Lola enquired, walking over to Dean's bedside.
Sam and Maggie looked at each other. Wondering whether to go into the whole death vision issue. But luckily Lola answered for them.
"Sam answer me, who did this to Dean?" Lola demanded, voiced raised.
Sam shifted from one foot to the other, becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
"I had another vision."
"About Dean?" Lola asked, folding her arms with a frown.
"Yeah, and in the vision, it looked like I was the one that killed him."
"But you didn't?"
"No, I booked another room and was in there when it happened, Maggie found him.
Lola looked at Maggie, who had closed her eyes, trying to shake away the picture of Dean on the bathroom floor.
"God that must have been awful". Lola said to Maggie, sympathy echoing in her voice. She couldn't begin to imagine what it would have been like, to see Dean in that bloody state.
"So it must be some other son of a bitch that's got a vendetta against you guys?"
"Looks like it". Sam replied with a sigh.
Lola looked back at Dean, she gently stroked his hair revealing another cut just below the hairline. She glanced back at Sam; he was rubbing his eyes, trying to keep them open. Maggie was leant against the wall, propping herself up on the windowsill, but with not much success.
"You guys should get some rest, I'll stay here with Dean for a couple of hours".
"Are you sure" Sam yawned.
"Yes, go on, get of here we'll be fine". Lola reassured him. Maggie looked at Sam, unsure of leaving Dean. But Sam gave her a look that put her at ease.
And with that they left the room, Sam smiled at Lola before leaving the room. Lola smiled back then pulled up a chair and set up her vigil at Dean's side, stroking his fingers, the rest of his hand lost under a bandage and canular.
"So are you going to tell me this Lola girl is or do you guys enjoy living in mystery?"
Maggie enquired as she slammed shut the glove compartment after shoving in a road map into the box that was filled with fast food boxes and cups.
Sam glanced at Maggie, then back to the road that stretched out a head of them. The orange sunset bounced off the hood of the Impala and a reflection from the trees zooming past, danced across the windshield.
"We met her while working on a case, well she saved our asses really".
Maggie smiled slightly.
"And we've helped her out on a couple of jobs a while back."
"Oh right, so she and Dean got it together?" Maggie replied her expression softening.
"Uh not exactly".
"Really, its just the way she looked at Dean".
"I know, it's complicated." Sam explained, turning the steering wheel, directing the car to pull into the hotel parking lot.
"Isn't everything complicated with Dean"? Maggie replied as she stepped out of the car.
"Yeah." Sam replied with a smile. The two paused for a moment, their thoughts returned to Dean, lying in the hospital bed.
With some effort they managed to pull themselves out of the trance and hauled their bags out of the trunk.
The two exhausted siblings waked up the stairs to their room. When they reached the door, Maggie left her bag at the door.
I'm gonna go and cancel that room."
"Okay" Sam agreed. Maggie turned on her heels and headed down the stairs to the reception.
Sam pushed the bags through the door, too tired to bend down to pick them up.
Maggie walked up to the check in desk and pressed the brass call bell with her palm.
A tall man with dark slick back hair appeared from a small back room. Maggie raised one eyebrow at the sight of the man's plaid shirt as he walked through the doorway.
"Can I help you miss?"
"Yes, I'd like to cancel the room under the name of Cooper".
"Certainly, anything else I can do for you?" The man asked; making a note in the large logbook that was opened up in front of him.
"Yes, the hospital should be calling me with an update on my brother."
"Oh yes, of course. How is he doing?" The manager enquired in concern, although Maggie was sure that more worried about the reputation of his hotel. Who wants to stay at a hotel were some one was murdered.
"He's going to be fine." Maggie said dryly.
"That's great, again I'm really sorry." The manager gave a false smile.
"Yeah I bet you are." Maggie muttered under her breath as she left the stuffy reception.
Maggie made her way back up the stairs. Her legs ached just as much as her head, from all the worry and panic. She couldn't wait to collapse on her bed and get a couple hours sleep. She started up the second flight of stairs when a gunshot echoed through the stairwell; the terrifying sound came from above her.
"Sam!" Maggie raced up two stairs at a time; she ran to their room and froze in the door. She looked down to see Sam lying motionless on the floor. A dark figure stood over him; he turned and aimed the gun at Maggie.
"Get down!" A voice called from behind her. Maggie dropped to the floor, covering her head with her arms.
Lola blew the stranger back with a shot to the chest. She stormed up and pressed a foot against his chest.
"Who are you?"
The stranger stared coldly back at Lola.
"Who are you, you son of a bitch!" Lola demanded.
"My name's Gordon. I'm the son of a bitch that's gonna save the world from people like him".
Lola frowned, puzzled by this statement.
"People like you". Gordon continued, looking at Maggie who was standing behind Lola.
"You people are parasites, tainted with demon blood and you're gonna be stopped…"
Maggie had heard enough, she fired a shot strait in the middle of Gordon's forehead. Lola watched Maggie in shock as she scooted over to Sam's side.
Maggie grabbed one of Dean's T-shirts that was tossed on the bed and pressed it against the wound, trying desperately to stop the bleeding.
Lola kept her eyes on Maggie as she dialed for an ambulance. Maggie stared at the now blood soaked shirt; Sam was bleeding too heavily and fast for Maggie to stop.
Then it suddenly occurred to her. What if she could heal Sam? She removed the shirt and laid her hands on the wound. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate, on what, she didn't know, all she knew was that she had to do something.
Lola looked at Maggie and frowned with a puzzled look on her face.
"What are you doing?"
"I'll explain later." Maggie brushed off the question, trying desperately for something to happen. But nothing did, the blood just kept pouring out from Sam's stomach.
"Damn it!" Maggie exclaimed; she looked at Sam his face loosing more colour by the second.
"Screw it, you know we'll get there quicker than the ambulance." Lola stated, stooping down to Sam, she swept her auburn curls away from her face and scooped her hands under his arms and began to lift.
"Grab his legs"
Maggie did so; once again her hands were stained with blood. The two women heaved and lifted the 6ft 5 dead wait down the stairs and out to Lola's black Chevy pick-up.
Will they get to the hospital in time?... read on to chapter 5 to find out...