My head lolled to the side as I started to come to. My eyes slowly opened to find an unlikely and surprising, yet familiar face. My friend, Jim Murphy, stood over me, smiling at me. "Hello sunshine. Have a nice nap?"
"What are you doing here?" I asked, still a little groggy from the sedative they gave me. I could hear a tiny whisper from behind Jim say:
"He's still under the effects of the sedative."
The whisper had blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that showed the sadness she felt for me. Dr. Krohn was not a normal doctor, and for that I was glad she was taking care of my little family.
"John, what kind of mess did you get yourself into this time? Sometimes I wonder how Dean was able to tie his shoes with a father like you," he laughed at the end of this statement. It took Sam a couple of days to prefect the bunny ears method that Jim had taught him, which then led to Sam being able to tie his shoes well enough not to trip over his shoelaces. I felt horrible for not realizing that my four-year-old son was tripping over his own feet. Dean tried to help him, but Sam wanted to do it on his own. Jim had to trick him into letting him help; that's how much Jim matters to our family, he teaches us things without us even realizing it.
"Me too. Must have been practicing during one of your sermons before you taught Sam how to."
"Well, maybe if he wasn't as stubborn as you, he wouldn't have to ignore my sermons. And for Sam, well, if he wasn't so stubborn, you or Dean could have shown him." He smiled, looking down at the rest of my body, taking in the sight of me. It must be a pitiful sight to see: me just lying in a bed, strapped down like a deranged animal, completely covered in white. A rabbit caught in a cage maybe? I had to turn away from his eyes; I couldn't bear to see his face, to see the eyes that poured pity into mine. "John, what happened? Why didn't you bring the boys to my place?"
"It wasn't going to take me that long. It was just a quick in and out job, but I got a little caught. I spent an extra couple of days, Dean probably worried like he always does. I drove back to the apartment and," I remembered that Dr. Krohn was still in the room, making me choose my words more carefully. "and it wasn't that bad, but someone called the police. They busted in, I didn't know what they would do with Sam and Dean so I told them to run. I tried to buy them some time, but all I really remember is waking up here."
I felt like a victim you would see on a law show or something. All sad and flustered when you hear your own mistakes stated so flatly by yourself.
Jim turned to Dr. Krohn and grabbed her arm, pulling her into the hallway. He put out his free hand, holding up one finger, signaling me to hold on. Hold onto what? Hope? I doubt that.
Dean sat on the bed when he noticed a woman with short black hair stop at the door and smile in on him. Her pink lips curled up into a sinister smile as her hands found their spot on the door and pushed it open. She walked in, stood right in front of him, and grabbed a chair. She sat down on it and looked him straight in the eye; his eyes were unenthusiastically looking back at hers. He was trying to stay awake, trying to keep Sam safe, but he wasn't sure how long he could. His alarm went off, telling him that this woman isn't to be trusted.
"Hello Dean. How would you like to see your father?" she asked, giving a fake smile. She tried her best at looking kind and genuine, but her fury went up when she was foiled at deploying her plan successfully. She wanted to please him so much, but to do so she needed to get John Winchester away from his children, permanently. He would reward her for her troubles.
"No," he said as he yawned, "I'll stay here."
"I thought you wanted to see your dad. He really wants to see you too." She hoped he would fall for it, but it didn't seem like he was. He scooted a little farther back, trying to escape from her glare. Her glare made him want to crawl out of his skin.
"No." His voice was stern, "Can you just leave me alone?" Annoyance rang through his voice, vibrating in his vocal cords as he heard how nasty it sounded to his ears. The woman's smiles turned into a frown, eyes filling with anger as they found refuge on her hands.
Her hand found its way to Dean's neck and grabbed hold, pushing him against the wall. He struggled and tried to yell out, but the woman's other hand covered his mouth. He tried to bite it, but she didn't seem to mind when blood started to ooze out of her skin. She merely chuckled and tightened her grasp until Dean's eyes started to lose focus. He started to see black dots everywhere and eventually it became a giant black dot that covered his entire line of view.
Dean's eyes slowly closed as his struggle slowed to a stop; his head lolled to the side, signaling the loss of air to his brain rendered him unconscious. Lucie smiled as she turned towards the still sleeping form of Sam. Dean slid down the wall, through her fingers as she turned towards his brother. She couldn't kill the little one like she could Dean, but they never said she couldn't have a little fun.
"Does that look like a man that would harm his children!?" Pastor Jim's voice was abnormally loud, causing him to let out a cough as he lowered his voice to his 'indoor voice' as Sam would put it. "He just wanted his sons to be together. Just let him see them."
Karen considered this; she wanted this done from the beginning, and if she did, she would be breaking one of the major rules: never go against another doctor's judgment. Screw them. I can't stand to see this family's already bleached bones break! She nodded her head slowly as she started to go back into John's room. "What—" Pastor Jim began.
"I don't want those kids to see their father strapped to the bed," she smiled as she continued to walk in through the doorway. She knew her arse would be cooked for this, but she knew that this was the right thing to do. Karen wouldn't be able to live without herself if this family was going to be broken up. She also knew that John wasn't crazy, but if she could get evidence of it and get information out of him then maybe he could be released. If he would cooperate with the other doctors, he may even be able get his kids released to him without having a guardian present for a couple of months. But that one was a big maybe.
Pastor Jim wore a giant, genuine smile on his face as he rode the elevator down a few floors to where Sam and Dean were. The elevator light blinked on the round orb that said 3 and stopped. Pastor Jim stepped out, walking down the hallway and around the corner. He grabbed the door handle, but stopped, he noticed something seemed wrong in the room. He could see a small pair of feet sticking out from the side of the bed while another small form slept in the bed. He knew that the form in the bed must be Sam for Dean would never let Sam sleep on the ground, but why was Dean on the floor? If anything, he figured to see Dean, perched on the bed like a watchdog. Even if he fell asleep he wouldn't have slept on the floor, there was plenty of room in the bed. He reached into the interior pocket of his jacket and pulled out a flask containing Holy Water. He unscrewed the cap and opened the door slowly.
It seemed pretty peaceful until he felt the door kick back at him with a great force. His shoulder was trapped by the door as Lucie's foot started to force the door shut on it. He let out a yelp of pain as he quickly thrust the Holy Water out of the flask and into the possessed doctor's face. She backed away into the opposite wall as she clawed at her face as the steam and smell of burning flesh escaped into the air.
Pastor Jim ran towards where Dean lay on the ground, shaking him violently as the doctor growled with anger at him. She backed out of the room, eyes on Pastor Jim the whole time. She disappeared down the hallway, hands still cuffing her face. He looked at the door confused as she left them, without trying to kill them. This worried him, but at the moment he wasn't about to go asking questions.
Dean still hadn't awoken, making Jim Murphy place his fingers to his neck to check for a pulse. He found it pretty easily; it traveled at a normal, steady path as was the air that was being gasped into his lungs. He noticed dried blood that was now a light brown color, on his lips and chin. His neck was a bright red, a hand print lining his throat. Jim's arms scooped Dean into his arms, and settled him onto the end of the bed. Even with two strong arms Jim couldn't really pick up Dean, and now he had a bruised shoulder that burned with pain when he moved it. He was surprised he was able to transfer Dean onto the bed without dropping him. "Oh, you're getting big."
Dean stirred slowly, shaking his head as he let out a quiet groan. His eyes remained closed as he reached for his neck, relieved to find he was free from the doctor's hold. Pastor Jim smiled down at the young boy as he let out a cough and then sucked in a deep breath. Those dark hazel orbs shot open, but were immediately pointed at Sam, looking for any visible injuries. "Dean, he's fine."
The only problem was Jim wasn't completely sure if he was okay; he hadn't checked on him, but he could see the raise and fall of the smallest Winchester's chest. He knew that Sam must have slept through the entire ordeal; he looked at Dean and questioned him with his eyes. The boy's head moved to the side, avoiding his stare, as he started to wipe the blood off his lips.
Jim Murphy knew that he would have to ask him eventually, but right now they were going to go see their father. Moving to get a good grip on Sam, Pastor Jim picked him up into his good arm, being much easier to carry than Dean. "What?"
"Sam, go back to sleep."
"Pastor Jim? You came?" Sam perked up a little bit, but his eyes were still filled with sleep. Jim knew that the kid would be bouncing off the walls in an hour or two, and for now he just wanted him to sleep. He knew it would be much quieter and easier to carry the little boy if he was sleeping, but at the moment it didn't seem like he was going back to sleep.
"Sam, we're going to see your dad," Jim saw Sam's eyes lighten up and his eyes glanced down to Dean's; his eyes started to grow lighter as a small smile cracked across his lips.
"Dad's here? Where?" Sam's excitement made him squirm in Jim's arms, causing Jim to place him on the floor. Dean grabbed hold of Sam's hand as Jim led the way to the elevator.
"Up two floors." Pastor Jim said.
They walked to the elevator and stood inside quietly until Sam started to get bored, as most 4 year olds would. He reached over and pressed the button 12. "Sam," Jim warned.
"Sorry," Sam answered, bowing his head until he heard the elevator hit a floor and stop, looking up at the blinking light. Dean's grip on Sam's hand tightened as he realized that his little brother was about to bolt out of the doors and get lost. Dean wasn't about to let Sam get away twice; when Sam got excited about something, even something as simple as a toy, he just couldn't think of anything else. He didn't care about anything else, and one time he just bolted away from Dean when he had to buy Sam new clothes after he ripped a hole in pretty much every pair of jeans he owned. Dean scrambled around the store looking for his little brother, only to find him standing in front of a rack of sunglasses. He had been trying on every single one of them until he found one he really wanted. He smiled at Dean once he found sunglasses that had the spots on the plastic sides, looking like rain drops. Dean grabbed the price tag and frowned at the 5 bucks; he had 30, but he was planning on having extra for a movie or something. He guided Sam back to the clothes section, picked out two pairs of pants, and paid for everything, even the sunglasses.
Dean and Sam walked out of the elevator before Jim, who was still standing inside. He didn't follow the boys at first, watching them walk together as if they were twins of two different heights. They were always together, but seeing them lean on each other as they both were tired, he couldn't help, but smile and wish that everything would work out alright.
He stepped out of the elevator, smiling, but frowned once a doctor walked past. He guided the boys to their father's room as he thought of the demon possessed doctor of the boys' room. Who else is possessed? Why the personal attack on the Winchesters? Why did she leave without much of a fight? He could tell that things were looking up for the Winchesters, but he couldn't shake the bad feeling he was getting.