Ties that Blind Chapter 17 – Clinton
Stepping back into the hallway, he smiled. Well he couldn't go in, but then he knew someone that could. Yes, maybe it was time for Clinton to meet his mother's murderer.
Sam groaned as he slowly became aware of his surroundings. He could hear the clicking sound of the keys on his lap top and he could feel the sun hitting his face from the window in the hotel. But he still couldn't see. "Dean?" Sam croaked.
"Sam it's Jo…Dean went with my mother to do some research. He should be back shortly." Jo stood and went to sit beside Sam on the edge of the bed.
"Great…ah…Jo?"
"Yes Sam?"
"Could you help me up? I…ah…I…need." Sam groaned, he hated being dependent on someone else, but this was just too much.
Jo smiled as she realized what Sam probably needed. "I got you Sam…here, let me help you up. The bathroom is just across the room."
Sam sighed as he let Jo help him across the room. As he entered the bathroom, he blanched as he realized that he had another problem. But before he could say anything he felt Jo standing in front of him. "I bet your hands are stiff, here I'll undo this for you…do you think you can handle it from there?"
Sam blushed. He was going to kill Dean when he got hold of him. "Ah…sure…thanks Jo"
"You just call out when you're ready to go back into the room." Jo quickly stepped out and leaned against the wall. She felt sorry for Sam, she knew that he had to be frustrated and she was to blame. A moment later the door opened and Sam started to walk out into the room.
"Here you go Sam, just take my arm. Just let me get you zipped back up here first." Jo kept her voice calm as she kept up the conversation. "How about I order us some room service?"
"No thanks, Jo. I'm not hungry. How long ago did they leave?" Sam asked as he sank into a large stuffed chair.
"Not long…I'm sure they will be back soon. In the meantime, I can bring you up to speed on what we know so far." Jo quickly filled Sam in on what they had found out while he was sleeping.
"So, Dean and Ellen are checking out the old neighborhood. Have you and Ash come up with anything so far?" Sam asked, feeling totally useless.
"No, but Ash is checking for credit card usage, rental properties, the works. If there is something out there Ash will find it." Jo said calmly.
Sam sighed. Everyone was doing something except for him. He jumped when he felt Jo place a hand on his shoulder. "I know it must be tough Sam…but you'll be able to see again soon."
"Sure…and you know this because?" Sam said forcefully. "What if I can't see again? Huh? How can I help Dean when I can't see? Better yet, how can I defend myself?"
"Well, you did a pretty good job when the demon broke in here earlier Sam. The doctors all said that there was a good chance you'd get your vision back as soon as the swelling goes down. Until then, you just need to sit tight and let others carry the load for a while. Isn't that what you would tell Dean if the situation was reversed?" Jo watched as Sam swallowed. She knew he was upset and wished that there was something else she could do to help.
"So, is there anything good on TV?" Sam asked wanting to change the subject.
"Let me check…what do you like to watch Sam?" Jo headed for the TV remote. But before she could get too far the phone in the room rang.
"Hello?" Jo said quietly, wondering who would be calling.
"Yes Miss this is the front desk calling. Could you come down here for a moment…there seems to be a problem with the credit card that was given to us."
"But my mother is the one who took care of that…can't this wait until she gets back?" Jo asked looking at Sam.
"I'm sorry, but if this isn't resolved now we are going to have to ask you to leave. We have a convention coming in and could use the rooms."
"Ok, I'll be right down." Jo slammed the phone down. "I don't believe this, when I get my hands on Ash…"
"What's wrong Jo?" Sam asked immediately alert.
"The credit card that Ash used must have a problem with it. I need to go down to the front desk for a moment. Will you be ok? I'll be back in less than 10 minutes Sam. Luckily I brought my own credit card."
"Sure Jo, but if we need to leave we can…"
"No Sam, there is just a mix up. I'll fix it and be right back up. Promise me that you won't leave this room."
"I promise…go take care of what you need to do. I think I can handle myself for 10 minutes." Sam said dryly.
Jo grabbed her purse and headed down to the lobby. She just hoped she wasn't making a mistake leaving Sam alone.
Sam stood and decided that maybe he better figure out his way around the room. At least then he could get to the bathroom by himself. He counted steps from the chair to the bed. Then he counted as he found the bathroom door. He continued until he had a sense of the shape of the room and the placement of the furniture. He had just come near the door when he heard a soft knock.
Sam backed up. He waited for the sign, but none came. Instead he heard a young voice on the other side of the door. "Are you Sam Winchester?"
Sam stayed quiet. He would wait until Jo came back. He knew that he was safe as long as he stayed inside the room.
"Please, I just want to talk mister…I read a newspaper article about my mom dying. The man with the yellow eyes said you could tell me what happened. Please I just want to know what happened to her."
Sam could hear the distress in the young man's voice. "Are you alone?" Sam asked as he reached for the door.
"Yes, my Dad is really going to be mad that I did this…but I just had to know."
Sam opened the door slowly, stepping back into the room. If the boy was possessed or if there was a demon, he wouldn't be able to enter the room. "Come in Clinton."
Sam held his breath as he heard small footsteps entering the room. He reached out with his hand and felt the young man in front of him stop. "You can't see?" A soft voice asked.
"It's just temporary…I was hurt in the same fire as your mom." Sam motioned to the bed. "Have a seat Clinton."
"No, I can't stay long…just tell me. Is what they say true? Did my mom start the fire?"
Sam could hear the need in the boy's voice. But he also knew that the boy deserved the truth. "Look, it's pretty complicated and will take more than a minute to tell you. Why don't you have a seat and we can call your Dad to let him know that you are ok."
"No, this was a mistake…I have to get back home before he misses me." Sam heard the boy run from the room and close the door. He had to get to the boy before it was too late. Moving as quickly as he could, Sam found the door and opened it. Not hearing anyone else in the hallway, he moved outside the door and started to feel his way along the hall. He could hear the dinging of the elevators directly in front of him. "Clinton…come back. We need to talk." Sam called softly.
If he could get to the lobby, he could find Jo and she could help find the boy. Sam moved towards the elevator. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. Without stopping to think, Sam dropped and lashed out with his leg, smiling as he heard the person behind him fall. He turned in full battle stance ready to defend himself.
"Even blind you are still a worthy adversary. I can see why my father values you Sam Winchester. But enough of this foreplay. You will come with me now or I will kill the boy." Sam could hear the small gasp.
"Why would you hurt me? I did what you asked Dad…you told me to lure him out and I did." Clinton was confused, why was his father mad at him?
"Leave the boy here and I'll go with you…" Sam said quietly.
"I don't think so; his powers are no where near as strong as yours or his mother's, but in time. He may be useful. Now come quietly, or else." Sam could hear the sound of someone choking.
"Ok, I'll come." Sam didn't have any choice. He had to obey or he knew that the demon would kill Clinton. He just hoped that Dean would figure out where they were being taken.
TBC
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