Chapter 12
Sam could hear someone shuffling quietly around the room. He slowly opened his eyes and waited as they eventually came into focus.
"Ah! You're awake!" Said a soft female voice.
Sam turned and looked at the person who had spoke. He took in the sight of the nurse that had been caring for him. Sam was appreciative of the fact that she was – in his brother's words – hot. A small smile creased the corners of his mouth.
"How are you feeling?" She asked, reaching for his right wrist to check his pulse.
Sam ran his extremely dry tongue over his extremely dry lips and in a whisper said, "Thirsty."
"Sure thing. I'll get you some ice." She smiled sweetly at him and patted his wrist.
As she left the room, Sam's eyes slowly closed again. When he heard more movement, he opened his eyes again expecting to see his hot nurse returning only to be greeted by two police officers.
"Sam Winton?" The shorter of the two stepped forward. "I'm Officer Carlton. Sorry to disturb you but we need to ask you some questions about what happened."
Once more, Sam ran his tongue over his lips and croaked out a short response, "Don't know how much I can tell you."
"Yes, I understand……" Before he could continue, hot nurse came back into the room holding a plastic up of ice.
"Excuse me!" She bellowed. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave immediately! Mr Winton is in no condition to answer any of your questions at the moment!" She slammed the cup holding the ice down on the bedside table and began to usher the two policemen from the room.
As the door closed, hot nurse came back to Sam's bedside. "Now that's been taken care of, let's get you that ice." She reached beside Sam's bed and pushed a button to raise the bed head.
With a small smile lingering on his lips, he let hot nurse slip a small piece of ice into his mouth.
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Ginny sat on the side of the bed running a brush through her damp blonde hair as Dean sat at the table going through the notes that Sam had made.
"I can't make head nor tails of this!" He growled, shuffling papers around the small table.
Ginny came up and stood behind him, looking over his shoulder. She reached over and took a piece of paper to look at. The picture that she saw chilled her to the core. It was a grainy photograph obviously taken many, many years ago. The picture showed two people lying on a wooden floor, their faces devoid of any emotion but blood trails ran from their eyes and formed pools around their heads. She read the caption underneath the photo, "Townsfolk have been found in pools of blood. Autopsies revealed that the entire blood supply had been drained from their bodies……" She quickly put the paper back down on the table.
There was a light knock on the motel door. Dean closed the laptop and stood up, crossing the floor quickly and pulling the door open.
"Ah! Detective Young! Just thought I'd call in to see you! I head the distressing news about your partner……" Dean never let Paul Burke finish his sentence.
He grabbed a fist full of Paul's shirt and dragged him inside the room, throwing him against one of the beds. Before he had a chance to recover, Dean pulled him up from the bed and pushed him heavily against the wall, pushing his arm across his throat.
"Where is she?" Dean asked through gritted teeth.
"Wh-who?" Paul asked, his voice full of fear.
Dean took a deep breath, his eyes narrowed and applied more pressure to his arm covering Paul's throat – almost making Paul gag as his breathing was hampered. "Your wife, damn it! Where is she?"
"Wha…. Marina? I wish I knew! She phoned me earlier but didn't tell me where she was. You're choking me!" Paul managed to say.
Dean didn't release the pressure of his hold. "Why don't I believe you?" He sneered.
"I'm telling you the truth! Lemme go!" Paul began to squirm under Dean's hold.
Ginny came up beside Dean, gently resting a hand on his shoulder. "Dean, he wasn't there last night. It was just Marina and Mercer. I think he's telling the truth."
Dean kept the pressure on Paul's throat for a few seconds more before he released him and stepped back.
Paul began to rub his throat, watching Dean closely the whole time. "I don't know what your problem is. I just wanted to see how your partner was. I've got enough problems of my own – I don't need any of yours."
Dean ran a hand through his hair. "Your loving wife with help from Sergeant Mercer nearly beat my partner within an inch of his life last night. So, you tell me, wouldn't you just be more than a little pissed off?"
"Are you crazy? You're telling me that my wife put your partner in the hospital? Marina?" An incredulous look crossed his features as he took a defiant step towards Dean.
"Hello? Am I not speaking English here? Yes! That's what I'm saying!" Dean spat out, also taking a menacing step forward.
"Okay, okay, time out!" Ginny said as she stepped between them. "Let's keep the testosterone in check for the moment!"
"I don't have time for this!" Dean mumbled. "I'm gonna head back to the cave."
"Is that where Marina was last night?" Paul asked.
Dean glared at him before turning and heading out the door – keys to the Impala in his hand.
Ginny grabbed Paul Burke's arm and began to drag him out after her. "If you wanna find your wife, you'd better come along." She said. "But a word of advice, do not antagonise that man!"
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Due to the still relatively early hour, the only people they encountered was the odd staff member which they easily avoided as they made their way up to the cave entrance. Dean's torch light lit their way down the course of the cave until they reached the area where the small lantern was still glowing with light.
And there it was, the baseball bat was sitting innocently on the rough ground, smears of Sam's blood still in evidence. Dean swallowed hard, trying not to visualise what his brother had gone through at the hands of that mad woman.
Ginny could make out the huge body lying on the floor just out of the lamplight. She put her hand over her mouth, tears stinging her eyes and slowly made her way over to Sergeant Mercer's body. She knelt down beside him, knowing already that he was not breathing. A small strangled sob escaped her as she looked down at his lifeless form.
Dean hunkered down beside her; putting his arm around her shoulders. Ginny turned and looked at him through the tears that were streaking down her face. "IkilledhimDeanIkilledSergeantMercer." Her words came out as a whisper.
"Ginny, you did what you had to do. That's all." Dean said quietly as he pulled Ginny to her feet.
"I'm gonna be in trouble. I've killed the Chief of Police!" Ginny grabbed Dean's jacket.
"No, it was self defence." Dean said as he pulled Ginny into his arms and held her tightly as she cried herself out.
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