Title: When it rains, it pours.

Author: Disasteriffic Kaz

Info: A derelict mountain-top hotel, a blood-thirsty beast and a supernatural monsoon; what could possibly go wrong? Hurt!Sam hurt!Dean some comfort/awesome!Winchesters all around. Post 6x15 "The French Mistake"

Author's note: Aint I a stinker? :P

Do please Review once you've read. :D Every comment and vote of support helps keep me writing. Not to mention if I've pooched anything, someone can always tell me. :P

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Dean and Sam both backed away from the men as they shouted it out, exchanging amused looks. "Food?" Dean asked softly.

Sam smirked and nodded, following him to the table. "Mom and Dad are fighting dude."

"I heard that you little shit." Bobby said suddenly. Sam hunched and turned, raising his hands in surrender with a grin. "Why don't you do something useful. Go get the shotguns and clean em. They're water-logged from all this damn rain."

"That'll teach ya." Dean laughed softly and dug into the bag. He pulled out a cheeseburger and grinned. "Oh yeah baby."

Sam shook his head and went for the door. He stepped warily around Bobby, smirking. "Sorry, Bobby."

"Show some respect for your elders, boy." Rufus glared up at him.

"Oh man." Sam chuckled and opened the door. The rain was pouring even harder. The other side of the parking lot was hidden in a wet fog. The air felt charged and he looked down to watch the hairs on his arms standing up. Sam looked up and barely had time to register Bobby beside him before the world exploded in light and sound.

CHAPTER 8

Dean sat with his burger and took another bite, glancing over as Sam opened the door onto the torrential downpour and smirked; better him getting soaked again than Dean. He took a deep sniff of the burger, enjoying the smell of roasted meat and frowned. There was another scent over the meat, almost like the smell of ozone in a storm. He looked back to the door as Bobby stepped up beside his brother and saw the flash. It whited out his vision a moment before a wall of air hit him and through him from his chair to the floor. He felt all the hair on his body suddenly stand on end. The after image of a bolt of lightning was momentarily burned behind his eyes.

"Sam?" Dean groaned and pushed himself up, blinking furiously to try and clear his vision. He rubbed his hands through his hair trying to soothe the odd, itchy sensation of it standing up. "Sammy!" The light finally cleared from his sight and he froze for a moment in panic. The door still stood open. Beyond it, the corner of Bobby's truck smoked in the rain. What finally made him break the paralysis and move was the sight of Bobby and his brother lying in the doorway; unmoving as the rain blew in on them.

Sam lay on the floor in a daze. He knew he was on the floor because he was looking at the ceiling. His eyes followed the curve of a long, snaking water stain and a part of his mind told him he should be paying attention. He frowned, unsure what he was supposed to be paying attention too. He felt numb and vaguely…odd. His thoughts scattered like leaves on the wind and he stared at the water stain again. He wondered suddenly if he was breathing. He couldn't tell and that should frighten him, he knew but he just couldn't muster the will to be scared. His brother's face swam into view. Dean's mouth was moving but Sam could hear nothing beyond the ringing in his ears. He tried to follow Dean as he moved, to lift his head, but his body wouldn't cooperate. He went back to watching the stain on the ceiling.

"His heart's not beating!" Dean yelled and leaned over his brother. "Sam? Sam! Dammit." Sam's eyes were open and Dean thought they had focused on him for just a moment.

"It's the electrical shock from the lightning. Must have shocked his heart outta rhythm." Rufus slid from the bed to the floor beside Bobby and slapped a hand on his chest. "His is still beatin'. Too damn stubborn to stop. Out cold though."

Dean slapped Sam's cheek and got no response. "Shit!" He fisted his hands and punched Sam's chest above his heart. "Come on, dammit." He hit him again, waited and then a third time. Sam blinked and then wheezed in a great lungful of air, loud and long. "Hey, hey, hey!" Dean pulled him up and supported him as he gasped and coughed with his eyes rolling wildly in his head. "Easy, buddy." Relief made him giddy. He rubbed Sam's back, encouraging him to breathe.

Sam would have folded over to the floor if not for Dean's arm across his chest holding him up. He still couldn't hear anything Dean was saying past the ringing in his ears and the sound of his own pounding heart; a sound he hadn't noticed was missing until moments before. His chest ached and exhaustion pulled at him. "Dean."

"Right here, buddy." Dean patted his back and looked over as Bobby jerked to consciousness beside them under Rufus' watchful eye.

"What the hell?" Bobby gasped and let Rufus pull him up so he was sitting. He stared out the open door to his truck and the smoke still curling from the seared metal of the hood. "Dammit, I like that truck."

"Be happy it hit that piece of junk instead of you." Rufus patted his back awkwardly. "Come to think of it. Mighta made you prettier."

"Get off." Bobby growled. "Pain in my ass." He turned and got a look at Sam. "Balls! He ok?"

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "Think so." He looked down with concern. "Sammy?"

"That…sucked…the first time." Sam said between breaths, remembering their brush with a wishing well in Cascade and the bolt of lightning that had, however briefly, killed him.

"Huh?" Dean pulled him upright a little, trying to see his face.

"Nothing." Sam took some of his own weight and gave Bobby a small smile. "I'm ok now."

"Anyone think this is a coincidence?" Bobby pulled himself to his feet and then helped Rufus back up into the bed. "Sam leaves some hardware in big ugly and then Mother Nature tries to flash fry him?"

"You think the demon did this?" Dean waved out toward Bobby's truck. "We need to invest in rubber soled shoes or something then." He started pulling Sam clear of the door, suddenly wary of another bolt coming for him.

"The rain's slowing." Sam observed and grabbed Dean's arm to try and get up. "Thunder stopped too." He shook his head, trying to clear the last of the ringing from his ears. "He must have spent a lot of energy to do that."

"So he probably can't do it again right away is what you're saying." Bobby nodded and watched the rain lessen back to the steady drizzle it had been that morning. "Think you're right."

"Comforting." Dean righted a chair with one arm and then dragged Sam up into it. He knelt in front of him for a better look. "How you doing?" He checked for injuries but found none, then he noticed Sam's hair and his mouth quirked in a smile that quickly became a grin and then he was laughing.

"What?" Sam watched Dean dissolve into laughter and looked up when Bobby and Rufus both began to laugh as well. "What's so funny?"

"Dude." Dean wiped his eyes and scrubbed a hand over his face. "You look like...you stuck your finger in a light socket. Your hair…"

Sam reached up to his head and felt the halo of hair standing out in all directions and groaned. "That's just perfect."

Bobby covered his eyes for a moment to stifle the urge to laugh harder. "That's why I wear a hat." He adjusted his self-consciously, sure that his hair wouldn't look much better than Sam's under the cap.

Sam groaned and then wheezed another breath in and out. His chest felt tight and not just from the bandage holding his bruised ribs. The congestion was worse and he sighed. "Dammit." He said softly.

"Sam?" Dean leaned in and heard the labored breathing. He put a hand to the side of his brother's neck and frowned. "Still?"

Sam nodded and brushed a hand over his chest. "Think we gotta…take the bandage off."

"Shit." Dean said with feeling.

"What?" Bobby came to stand beside them after closing the room door. "Ribs bugging him?"

"A cold and wrapped ribs, Bobby." Dean said by way of explanation and looked up to see dawning understanding on their adoptive father's face.

"Pneumonia. Balls." Bobby shook his head. "Let's get the wrap off him then. Maybe we can head it off."

"Fine." Sam sat up as straight as he could and lifted his shirt for his brother. "I'll be fine."

"Yeah, you will be." Dean un-tucked the end of the bandage and started unwinding it. They couldn't leave Sam's chest wrapped with how congested he was or pneumonia would show up to claim him. It meant his little brother was going to have to grin and bear it through bruised ribs but it was better than the alternative.

"We should…go after Ninurta…now." Sam said haltingly as Dean finally un-wrapped the last of the bandage and the support on his bruised chest went away. "While he's vulnerable."

Dean scowled and knew he was right. "Bobby and I…"

Sam punched his shoulder. "Don't even finish that sentence. I'm going." He glared at his big brother. "It's a cough and a couple bruised ribs. We've hunted with worse and you know it."

"I'm comin' too." Rufus said from the bed.

Bobby snorted and turned to see his friend trying to lever himself up. "Right." Bobby walked over to stand beside him. "Tell you what." He reached down and planted a fist in the center of Rufus' chest, pushing him back down in the bed. "You get out from under this and you can come."

Rufus growled up at him angrily and struggled to move the heavy hand holding him down. He cursed but it was at his own weakness more than Bobby. His body felt rubbery and wouldn't obey his orders as he ended up lying back and panting with effort; Bobby's hand still firmly planted on his chest. "You're a jackass, Singer, you know that?"

"Yeah, and I'm right." Bobby nodded, satisfied and straightened. "You're stayin' here."

"Do we even know how to kill this thing?" Dean stood and decided to not pick a fight with Sam over this. He was right. They'd both worked with worse injuries. He needed to curb his knee-jerk reaction to wrap Sam up and let him do his thing but he couldn't help it if he was more over-protective than normal since finally getting his brother back all the way. Who could blame him? Not Sam if the soft look of gratitude and understanding on his stupid face was anything to go by. Dean rolled his eyes and proceeded to ignore him.

"Pierce the heart, salt and burn." Bobby shrugged. "Heart has to be burned separate from the body and…" He went to the pile of his research. "There's an incantation that has to be spoken over it. We're not killin' him mind you." He found what he wanted and smiled at the surprised look on Dean's face. "If anyone ever found a way to kill him it's never been written down. We're banishing him back to the Underworld." He handed the papers to Sam to read. "Kinda like the Sumerian version of an exorcism."

"Yeesh." Sam sounded out some of the words in his head. "This is worse than Latin."

"Tongue-twister, huh?" Dean looked over his shoulder and smirked. "Better you than me, geek-boy."

Sam delivered a soft elbow to Dean's stomach behind him, smiling at the grunt. "You get to wrestle big ugly this time, preferably without getting bitten again."

Dean rubbed his stomach and slapped the back of his brother's head in retaliation. "Alright. Can we go gank this thing before he recharges?" He didn't want all of them up at the hotel dodging lightning bolts.

Rufus slapped the bed, feeling useless. "Gimme a damn gun and prop me up somewhere. I can do that."

"No can do, Rufus." Bobby said but not unkindly. He knew how he would feel in his position. "Can't watch our own backs…"

"If you're busy standin' over mine. I know dammit." Rufus growled and slid back down in the bed, weak. "Don't mean I have to like it. Go kill the damn thing already." He watched the three of them gear up, throwing on coats, Sam tucking the incantation safely into a plastic baggie and into his jacket and sighed as they headed for the door. "And me bring me back a damn burger or something."

Bobby chuckled and turned back. He rescued the bag he'd brought from the floor and dumped it in Rufus' lap. "Ask and ye shall receive, dumb-ass." He left to Rufus' growled threat with a smile.

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"Ok. No screwing around with the damn ghosts this time." Dean said definitively as he, Sam and Bobby approached the entrance of the hotel. "Go down, find big ugly and gank it."

"That's the plan." Sam rubbed a hand over his chest as they walked and resisted the urge to start coughing. The rain was still falling but had yet to strengthen again and he was using it as a guide for how much strength Ninurta had regained. "If he's in there."

"He'll be there." Dean was sure they would find the old god in the spa room. It was the only place in the hotel they had seen that showed signs of constant activity. "If I was hiding out up here, that's where I'd pitch my tent."

"Dude. Imagery." Sam groaned and earned a lascivious smirk from his brother.

"Prude." Dean tossed back.

"Knock it off, idjits." Bobby, unlike his boys, was focused on their surroundings. He did not want a repeat of watching Dean being chewed on. He wasn't sure how many more times his heart could take the sight of Dean bloodied and on the ground. They climbed carefully over the rubble once more and stride into the entry hall. It looked as it had the last time they'd been there; pillar on its side, desk upended and thanks to the otherworldly wind there were papers and bits of fabric from drop cloths strewn everywhere like bulky snow.

"Think he's still nursing his wounds?" Dean asked softly as he headed across the floor for the hallway where they'd been attacked earlier.

Sam nodded. "I left my knife in a fairly inconvenient place, yeah." He smiled when Dean grinned back at him.

"That's my boy." Dean pulled the EMF from his pocket and gave it a quick glance. It remained silent. "Looks like our luck is holding coming up here in the day…such as it is."

"Our luck or the day?" Bobby asked with a smirk and Dean shrugged as if to say 'take your pick'.

There was a sudden, low growl that filtered through the still, damp air and all three men stopped in their tracks; instantly on the alert. "You hear that?" Bobby asked and got a nod from each. "Guess it was too much to hope for he'd just wait tamely for us downstairs."

Sam looked back at him and his eyes widened. "Bobby!" Ninurta stood framed in the wide doors just for a moment and then he lunged in. Sam sprinted the few steps between them and threw himself at Bobby, knocking him out of the way.

Sam grunted with the impact of the creature. He felt a large, clawed hand grasp into the front of his jacket and wrapped his hands around the furred arm as the Sumerian Demon dragged him along the floor.

"Sam!" Dean shouted and fired a round into the creature's back. It flinched and screamed but didn't stop. He could nothing but watch and keep shooting as Ninurta pulled Sam at a run and the two of them disappeared down the open elevator shaft. "Sammy!" He heard his brother shout in pain with a loud thump and then nothing.

"Balls!" Bobby scrambled to his feet and ran to the shaft with Dean. "Why the hell'd he do that?" He was overcome with guilt. He hadn't been watching behind them. If he had, he would have seen the thing coming and Sam wouldn't have had to put himself in harms' way for his sake. He swallowed back the rising fear for Sam. He needed a cool head to get his kid back…and he would. His other kid had one foot hanging out over air, ready to jump down after his brother. Breaking his own neck wasn't going to do Sam any good. "Alright. Ok, we know where they're going. Come on, Dean. Come on!" He took the younger man's arm and physically hauled him away from the shaft. "Dean!"

"Yeah. I'm good." Dean hefted his gun and led the way back to the hall, ignoring the opening whine of the meter in his hand. He shoved it in his pocket. "Stay the hell off my ass, Casper! I do not have time to screw with you!" He shouted into the emptiness and surprisingly, the meter went silent.

"Smart ghost." Bobby mumbled as they sped along the hall. He followed closely behind Dean and dug out his flashlight as they reached the stairs. "Guess Sam really pissed him off with that knife."

"Well now he's really pissed me off." Dean said in a low, gravelly voice. If the god had been there to hear it, he might well have slunk back to the underworld on his own rather than face the cold rage of Dean Winchester. He stomped down the stairs, crushing ivy beneath his boots. When they reached the bottom, both men heard Ninurta scream in what sounded distinctly like anger. Dean smiled darkly. "Sounds like Sam's pissin' him off."

"That's our boy." Bobby said and broke into a run along with Dean down a dusty corridor, following the sounds of an angry god.

Dean held on to the sounds like a lifeline; so long as the creature was screaming its frustration, Sam had to be alive and at least well enough to piss it off. He skidded to a stop outside the Spa doors and kicked them in as he heard his brother's voice raised in sudden pain.

"Sam!" Dean strode in with his gun ready. Ninurta was across the chamber near the indoor creek and turned from a cluster of dead trees with a snarl. "Come on, ugly." He stood shoulder to shoulder with Bobby as the creature charged them with a scream. The sound of gunfire was echoed in the chamber, making their ears ring. Dean saw bursts of blood appear on Ninurta's chest as their bullets found their mark but it didn't slow.

"Uh oh." Bobby groaned and then grunted as the creature slammed into both of them. He was tossed back through the swinging doors into the hall and slid to a stop in a daze against the wall.

Dean felt himself picked up and thrown. He had a dizzying view of the floor, ceiling and piercing red eyes before he landed with a solid thwack and the air was driven from his lungs in a whoosh. He fought to take a breath and raised a shaking hand to fire again as Ninurta stalked across the room to stand over him and grin.

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To Be Continued…