Chapter 28 - Sleep Well
Dean's gaze didn't move from Sam's still form as Jane quietly entered the room.
'I've got some things to do,' she said softly, picking up her coat. 'I'll be back later.'
'Ok. Thanks…for everything,' he said, looking up, his eyes brimming with sincerity.
Jane acknowledged the look and left. Carefully Dean extracted his hand from Sam's and sat down at the desk, flicking his laptop on. There was no point in sitting around and moping when he could be finding ways to kill that evil bastard of a demon. Certain things still spun around his head in confusion; like how he could've sworn he'd already killed the damn thing with that stone, but obviously it hadn't worked permanently since The Demon was still causing more pain and misery than ever before. He sighed, and began the tedious task of researching. This was normally Sam's job, not his, so he lacked the expertise and patience required.
But he had to do it, to help his brother, to help the innocent people who had suffered because of it…to help himself. This was his life mission, his burden. And he would do anything to achieve it. Anything. He opened Google and paused, unsure of what to type into the search box. They didn't really know what the demon was called. His fingers hovering above the keys, he finally typed in 'fire demon' and hit enter. He groaned in anguish as over 10 pages of results popped up, but remembering why he was doing this, click on the first result.
Dean sighed in boredom as he exited yet another useless, crappy website and headed onto page 6 of the google results. So far all he'd found out was that there was an extremely popular German band whose name translated in English was Fire Demon. Muttering to himself as he clicked out of yet another girl-crazy fan site, and reluctantly clicked the next result. As the page loaded, one of his eyebrows quirked in surprise, and a small smile of triumph emerged brightly on his face, and his eyes widened, letting the information sink in. Displayed on the page was a variety of information about the demon. As Dean scanned through, he paused on a certain part, realising how the demon hadn't died.
"Although there is no real name for this type of demon, it has been dubbed a 'fire demon', due to the way it kills its victims by pinning them to a ceiling, their stomachs slashed, and then making them burst into flames and burn to death. While some urban legends believe that there is only one of these demons in existence, others have suggested that there are more; just like you can have more than one vampire, or shapeshifter, except are considered rare to find. Myth has also suggested that all of the few fire demons are mentally connected and have the ability to read each others thought, and memories…"
Dean bit his lip. So he had destroyed a demon…but was it THE demon? Or was he dealing with the real thing now? One thing was sure; he would kill it. He would kill every single fire demon so he could be positive he'd gotten the one that killed his mum. He continued scrolling down the page, his eyes flicking speedily over the words, taking everything in before he froze, his heart beginning to beat faster and faster, his mouth going dry, his head beginning to pound. He'd found something big; something huge. Above the incantation it claimed that if said within 10 metres of a fire demon, it would be destroyed forever. The only thing that deterred him was the fact that the creator of the site made it clear it was an urban legend, and no such thing really existed.
'But then again,' Dean snorted to himself. 'These people don't really know how to tell their heads from their asses.'
He wondered if the person had just made it up…or if the incantation really did work. It was worth a shot though; he was desperate for anything.
Rubbing his eyes tiredly and after glancing momentarily out the window at the dark world, lit only by the slivers of light from the room that pushed their way through the overcast and cloudy sky, he began going over the incantation, to memorise it, word by word.
Six hours had passed since he has turned on the computer, his eyes bloodshot and sore, struggling to stay open for much longer.
'I need coffee,' Dean moaned internally.
knew he wouldn't get any; he couldn't leave Sam. He swiveled the chair so it faced his brother, who hadn't moved an inch since he had fallen asleep all those hours ago, and Dean fiddled with his hands, watching a drop of sweat fall down Sam's face. He spotted Jane's first aid kit, and rummaged through it quickly, pulling out a thermometer. He was worried about Sam. If his temp was high, he was taking him to the hospital, no questions asked. He gently slipped the thermometer and waited patiently for the result to come up. After a few minutes he heard the resounding beep, and he sprung forward, the colour from his face draining as he removed the thermometer and checked the reading: 103 degrees.
'That's it,' said Dean, pulling the covers off Sam. 'I'm taking you to the hospital.'
He rushed around the room, gathering anything he felt was necessary to take, before heading towards the door to get the car ready. He flung open the door, jumping slightly when he saw Jane standing outside, who stared at him in surprise, a coffee in each hand.
'I was about to knock,' she said, slightly bewildered. 'Guess you bet me to it.' She spotted the plastic bag full of supplies and quirked her eyebrow. 'What's that?'
'Sam's temperature hit 103,' said Dean, sliding past her and opening the passenger door of the Impala and throwing the bag in the back seat. 'I'm taking him to the hospital.'
'I guess you've had a change of heart.' Jane commented. 'Since hospital was a definite no before.'
'I guess I have,' said Dean, heading back into the room. 'When it comes to my brother, I can change my mind in a flash.'
'Whoa, Dean…slow down,' said Jane, stepping in front of Dean as he rushed around the room. 'I know you're worried, but you need to relax. Take some deep breaths; have some coffee.'
She handed him the Styrofoam cup of warm liquid, and he sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
'Thanks,' he said, having a few gulps of the caffeine-infested contents. He sighed in content. 'Oh man, I needed that.'
He quickly drained the rest of the coffee, crushing the cup in his fist and throwing it into the bin.
'Can I have some help please?' he asked Jane.
'Sure,' she replied, and sculled her drink, her cup joining Dean's in the trash.
While Dean carried Sam's upper body, Jane carried his legs, and slowly and carefully they transported him outside to the car and settled his still sleeping, and possibly unconscious form into the passenger seat. Dean shut the door carefully, before striding around the car to the drivers seat, nonchalantly rubbing his eyes tiredly, as he slid behind the wheel.
'Are you sure you're ok to drive?' asked Jane, her eyes bright and expectant.
'Yeah, I'll be…' his voice faded as his eyes drooped, his head span crazily, his vision blurred and his body went limp. As the darkness came, he forced his eyes open one last time, and through the blurriness, he could see two faces grinning menacingly down at him.
'Sleep well Dean,' came Aaron's voice. 'You'll need it.'
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Oh man...i am SO sorry for the wait! i ran into a severe case of writers block...
Just to let you know, there's probably about 4 chapters left in this story. :)
i hope this updates ok...let me know! reviews people!
i'll update this weekend, i have the next chap all written and waiting :)
Nikki