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Ties that Blind

Chapter 13 – Blind Sided

Sam sat on the edge of the bed patiently waiting for Dean to return with the final paperwork. He could hear the sounds of the hospital and smell the familiar scents, but he couldn't see. He had to fight the urge to rip the bandages off his eyes again. The doctor had told him that is was important to protect his eyes from any further shock or infection.

He heard his brother's voice echoing down the hallway. Sam smiled as he realized that Dean was propositioning some nurse. In a way he was glad, Dean hadn't been on a real date since his father's death. It was nice to hear him starting to show interest again. "Hey Sammy, ready to blow this popsicle stand?" Dean said as he entered the room with the wheelchair.

"I've got your release papers, your prescriptions, your bandages and oh yeah…your golden chariot…all waiting for your royal presence." Dean noticed that Sam was quiet. In fact, his brother hadn't spoken much since their discussion last night. He knew that Sam was still upset, but he had hoped that the Doctor confirming that his eyesight had a good chance of coming back would have been good news.

"Hey Sammy are you ready to go or do you need some more time…we could check out later if you're still tired." Dean knew that the drugs were part of the problem.

Sam turned his head towards Dean's voice. "No, I'm fine…let's go." Sam waited until Dean helped him stand. His brother gently steered him to the wheelchair and helped him sit. "Ok, that wasn't so bad was it Sam?" Dean asked

"Once around the block James!" Sam quipped as he tried to find a comfortable place to put his arms. Sam sighed as he felt himself being wheeled through the halls. He felt the warm air on his face as they left the comfort of the air conditioned hospital and he could smell the fumes from car exhaust as Dean wheeled him to the car. Sam waited again for Dean to tell him what to do. He had decided that he would make it as easy as possible for Dean going forward. He couldn't take the chance that Dean would leave him. As much as his head said it would be for the best, Sam's heart knew he'd never survive it.

"Ok Sam, easy does it now." Dean helped Sam into the front seat of the car and after making sure that his arms were safe, closed the door. A moment later Dean was in the driver's seat heading for the hotel that Ellen had booked for them. He knew that Ellen and Jo were already there, getting things ready for them. He had to admit, it was nice to have the extra help.

"Dean, we…I mean you need to start looking for Clinton. He must be somewhere near by." Sam said quietly remembering the face of the young man from his vision. He was so young and already he was being scarred…just like Sam and Dean had been.

"Don't worry Sam…we'll get started on it as soon as you're settled. I figure you and Ash can do some of the research…Jo has volunteered to help you sort through everything." Dean watched as Sam swallowed.

"Dean, it's ok. You don't need me on this case…just do me a favor. Be careful, there is a demon involved if my vision was accurate." Sam turned to look out the window, but realized how stupid that must look.

"I'm sorry Sam, I didn't realize that you had a brain injury. Maybe we should go back and have them do a closer exam on that thick head of yours." Dean said calmly as he saw his brother shake his head.

"Dean…you don't get it. How can I help when I can't see…I can't even type with my hands like this!" Sam raised his bandaged hands before carefully dropping them back onto his lap.

Sam felt Dean pull the car over to the side of the road and could tell that his brother was turning towards him. He felt Dean's hand on his shoulder. "Sam, you can hear right? You can use your brain and you can speak. We can work around the other things, but if you think I'm going to do all the work you're sadly mistaken. You're not a cripple Sam. You're injured and you need time to heal. I'm not looking for another partner…you're stuck with me Sam so deal with it." Dean turned and started the car to continue to the hotel.

Sam swallowed, he felt his eyes beginning to water. "Thanks Dean." Sam said softly.

"No problem…Ellen is going to meet us at the entrance and take you up to the room Sam. I'm going to park the car and grab what we need ok?" Dean watched as Sam simply nodded.

Sam felt the car come to a stop and heard Dean get out of the car. As he waited for Dean to open the door, Sam felt a sudden chill run down his spine. He looked around trying to figure out what was wrong, but of course he couldn't see anything. Dean noticed that Sam seemed tense all of a sudden. "What's wrong Sam?"

"I don't know Dean…I just felt like I was being watched. Dean something isn't right." Sam felt Dean place a hand under he elbow to guide him to the curb. He could feel Dean shift into protective mode by the way he placed himself right next to him.

"Stay close to me Sam…Ellen is coming this way. I'm going to slip her something to protect you both until I can get back. You stay with her you hear me?" Dean whispered. He had learned to trust his brother's instincts, even blind, Sam's spidey senses would still be working.

"Ok Dean, but you need to be careful too." Sam said as he stood waiting for Ellen. He jumped as another hand touched his elbow lightly.

"It's ok Sam, it's me." Ellen said gently. She saw the worried look in Dean's eyes. "What's wrong boys?"

"Come on Sam, we need to go to the trunk…" Dean placed a hand on Sam's elbow.

"Dean, go ahead, I'll be fine right here…You can see me from the trunk!" Sam hated being treated like he was helpless.

"Fine, but I need you to stand right here by the car while I get something from the trunk for Ellen ok…don't move for any reason." Dean saw Sam nod and motioned for Ellen to follow him. He quickly opened the trunk and pulled out a small bottle of holy water and a small caliber pistol.

"Do you know how to shoot Ellen?" Dean asked quietly

"My husband was a hunter Dean. Besides, who do you think helps Jo work out sometimes? What's going on?" Ellen placed the gun in her jacket pocket along with the holy water.

"Sam sensed something was wrong…we're just being careful. If anyone comes near Sam, you can tell if they're possessed by saying 'Cristo'. If they flinch, pour the holy water on them and run. You got it?" Dean peered around the trunk and saw Sam standing rigidly by the car, his head turning as if he was trying to see the danger he felt.

"Ellen, you need to get him into the room. Don't let anyone in. I'll knock once then wait and knock again 3 times. That way you'll know it's me." Dean reached further into the trunk and pulled out the Key of Solomon Book. "Take this with, we'll need it to protect the rooms."

As Dean peered around the trunk again, his heart stopped. Sam was no where to be seen. "SAM!" Dean yelled as he slammed the trunk down and stood in the middle of the sidewalk. Ellen joined him, her own voice added to Dean's.

"He couldn't have gotten far Ellen…you head left down the street and I'll head into the hotel. You have my cell phone number, call me if you see him. But be careful!" Dean started off without waiting. If he had gone right we would have seen him...I never should have let go of him damn it! Dean thought as he headed for the hotel entrance.

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Sam felt someone pull on his elbow and figured it was Ellen. He took a step and began to follow. Ellen moved quickly, pulling Sam along. Within a few seconds, he felt the cool air of the lobby as they entered the hotel. He figured they'd be heading for the elevators and was surprised when he heard a metal door opening. Sam knew something wasn't right.

"Ellen?" Sam asked as he tried to pull his arm from her grasp. But before he could react, he felt himself pushed sideways. He tripped and felt himself begin to fall into space. Out of instinct he grabbed and felt a hand rail. Crying out from the pain of making contact with his sensitive hands, he managed to stop himself from falling down what he now knew were stairs.

"Who are you?" Sam demanded. He could hear a deep chuckle and felt a chill run down his spine.

"You and I are going on a little trip Sammy boy…now be a good boy and do what I say or your brother will pay."

"Where are you taking me?" Sam said once more, turning to face where the voice was coming from.

"You wanted to get to know Clinton…well I think he deserves to meet the man who killed his mother don't you?" The evil voice chuckled.

Sam could feel the demon moving closer to him. He held his breath listening until he sensed the man was close. Gathering up his strength, Sam lashed out with his leg and smiled as he heard something bang hard against the door. Turning quickly Sam started to move down the stairs as fast as he could. He had to get away…but going down the stairs without his eyesight was trickier than he thought. He managed to get down 2 or 3 steps before he heard the demon groan. "You're going to pay for that one Sammy boy."

Sam turned trying to judge how close the demon was to him, but as he turned, he misjudged the width of the step. He felt himself begin to fall, a scream ripped from his lips as he started to fall down the stairs…he heard was the demon sneering "You may have won this time. But you'll be mine again soon Sam…you can't run and you can't hide from me."

As Sam felt himself falling down the stairs, he thought he heard his brother's voice calling for him, but before he could respond, the world went black.

TBC

Raven524: I know, poor Sam…blind and now being hunted by a demon. But hey, he's got Dean watching his back, so you know it should work out in the end (or will it?). Once again, thanks to all the reviewers…hopefully the alerts will be up again soon.