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THE OAKWELL 100

Chapter Twelve

Bobby pulled his truck into the tavern car park and parked it next to the impala. He checked his watch it had just gone mid day. As he walked through the tavern door he searched the booths for John he soon spotted him in the far corner with a glass and a bottle of Jack. Walking up to the bartender "How long as he been in here?" pointing to John

"Been here the last three days, closing time he sleeps in his car comes back in as soon as I open up" the bartender told him

"Can I have lots of black coffee" Bobby asked

"Sure, no problem"

Bobby cross the tavern and sat down in the booth opposite John, John didn't look up he just continued to stare at his glass. "John I'm sorry about your boys they were like nephews to me, they were good lads a credit to you but you can't carry on like this, drinking won't make things any better."

"It makes the pain go away, the emptiness I feel inside; do you know how it feels to lose one child let alone two, no you've no idea Bobby what I'm going through. I've lost everything" John slurred

"Is that it, you're going to just crawl your way into a bottle and let that son of a bitch win?" Bobby watched the bartender place the coffee down

"The demon took your Mary, took your boys and I for one want payback. So John, what is it to be coffee and sending that son of bitch back to hell or another bottle of Jack?" Bobby asked

After what seem longer than a few minutes John looked up from his glass before pushing it away and reaching for the coffee. "Payback sounds good"

A relieved Bobby smiled

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Dr Chan typed up his journal .

Sept 18th it's been two days since Dr Walker found the vaccine, since Philip Taylor there has been no more deaths. The boys' temperatures are back to normal levels and they have been taken off the oxygen. They are still on antibiotics for the pneumonia. Dean Winchester's shoulder has improved and his bullet wound is healing. Unfortunately they still remain in a coma which is a little concerning. All credit to the doctors and nurses as they have worked around the clock and are now catching up on some much needed sleep.

It was late evening when Nurse Betty came back on duty, she felt much more refreshed from several good hours of quality sleep. Having checked the heart monitors she walked along the line of beds, the boys were looking better, less pale and they were breathing steadier, satisfied that everything was in order she left the room to go get some more medical supplies from the storage room

As soon as she left the room the lights in the room started to flicker off and on, the yellow eyed demon suddenly appeared; he walked down the line of beds just as Nurse Betty had done moments earlier. The boys should have been dead; he had under estimated this Dr Walker, he didn't think she would find a vaccine in time, no matter he would have to alter his plans yet again. "It's time my boys for you wake up, father orders you to wake up" The lights once again flicked and the yellow-eyed demon was gone as quickly as he came.

Dean drifted up from the blackness to the surface, he's eyes flickered several times before he could focus them. His first thoughts were where was he? Where was Sammy? Cough, he turned his head to the left and saw a boy lying in a bed next to him then he turned his head to right and saw Sammy. Cough...Cough; lifting his head off the pillow he called out to Sammy, silence was his reply. He tried to sit up but his shoulder and chest hurt, cough...cough....cough...cough, he returned to laying back down exhausted from the coughing.

Nurse Betty returned with her arms full of bandages and syringes, she place them on her desk. She was suddenly startled by a coughing noise from behind her. She spun round she wasn't sure where the coughing noise had come from, then she heard it again. It had to be one of the boys heading down the line of beds she saw Dean coughing and his eyes were open.

"Dean, take it easy, I'll call Dr Gray" she rearranged his pillows to help with his coughing

Dean grabbed her arm "Where am I?".....cough

"I'll get Dr Gray" taking Dean's hand of her arm and leaving

Five minutes after she called Dr Gray he came running down the corridor onto the ward

Nurse Betty was relieved to see him "Thank god Dr Gray your here, I don't understand it but they're all waking up."

"What!" Dr Gray looked down the two rows of beds a look of surprise written all over his face as he walked over to Dean's bed "Now then young man, I see you've decided to join us"

Cough...."Where am I?" Dean asked his voice sounded husky and his throat felt dry and sore.

"You're at the Lincoln Medical and Research Centre" He waited until another bout of coughing had stopped "Dean you need to relax your recovering from pneumonia. I see your brother has decided to join us too"

Dean turned his head to see Sam looking at him "Sammy, you ok" he wheezed out

"My chest hurts a bit, you ok?" Sam replied

"Yeah, I'm fine" Dean turned back to the doctor "How did we get here?"

"The CIA found you in abandoned airplane hanger, you boys don't know how lucky you are, you don't realise how close you came to dying, rest for now, there be plenty of time for talking later" Dr Gray assured them.

Dean was glad when the nurse had stopped fussing over him and left, he hated been prodded and poked. He closed his eyes and thought about what he remembered some of it was a little fuzzy.

"Dean"

Dean turned on his side and looked at Sam, "What do you remember, do you remember, you know what we did?" Sam chewed on his bottom lip

"Yeah I remember pieces here and there, how about you?"

"Yeah" Sam answered "what going to happen to us now?"

"I don't know Sam" Dean turned onto his back and starred at the ceiling, they weren't just going to be able to walk out of there

Dr Chan sent an urgent email to Guy Harrison, informing him that a vaccine had been found and that the boys were no longer in comas and would he send them a psychiatric to evaluate them. The next morning he received an email back, he was to expect the arrival of Dr Alice Freeman later that day. In was some time the middle of the afternoon when he welcomed Dr Freeman to the Lincoln Medical and Research Centre as she climbed out of the helicopter.

On the way to her quarters Dr Chan informed her "When you're ready you can see your first patient. The boys' files are already in your room"

"Thank you Dr Chan" first she needed to freshen up; she hated flying so a shower to relax her sounded good. Having showered she sat down with a cup of coffee and started to look at the file labelled Dean Winchester. Opening the file she read that he was seventeen and he had been shot in his shoulder all the rest of the information was about the treatment he had received whilst at the centre, all in all nothing much to go on. Leaving her quarters she headed down the corridor; everywhere she looked and went she noticed armed soldiers. Entering the consulting room she found Dean sat on a sofa wearing a pair of blue pyjama pants and white T-shirt. She sat down on the opposite sofa and studied him, the position he was in with his knees to his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs and his head resting on the tops of his knees told her he was apprehensive maybe a little overwhelmed by the situation. It was a typical protective pose.

"Hi Dean, I'm Doctor Alice Freeman, I'm a psychiatric. Is it alright if I ask you some questions?"

Dean didn't reply or look up.

"Dean, I'm not going to judge you I'm here to help you" Dr Freeman tried to reassure him

Dean lifted his head and look at the doctor "I know why your here"

This was good a response she thought to herself "Why am I here Dean?"

"You want to know if I'm crazy, if I intend to kill more people"

"Do you want to kill more people Dean?" she asked

"No"

"Then that's good Dean" the doctor replied she opened her file and laid it on her knee

"Can you tell me about that day it all started when you were in Oakwell?"

Dean thought for a moment "It was weird, one minute we were having fun on the lawn and the next I was in the shopping mall killing people"

"How did you feel when you were killing the people in the shopping mall?"

Dean shrugged his shoulders "I felt nothing just cold, does that make me a bad person?"

"No Dean it doesn't, can you tell me where you been for the last four months?"

"Four months?" Dean whispered staring at his knees he didn't know it had been four months, to him it felt like a week or two at the most. Dad would be going out of his mind, he remembered shooting him and feeling nothing, he was so dead.

Nearly a minute passed without a response "Dean" "Dean"

Dean eyes focused back on her again "I don't know"

"OK, that's not a problem"

The lights started to flicker she watched Dean nearly jump out of his skin; his eyes nervously darting around the room.

"Kill her, Failure is not an option, failure is death"

"It's OK Dean, calm down it's only the lights"

"Disobedience is unacceptable"

Dean jumped up off the sofa screaming at the top of his voice "Get away from me, Get away from me"

"Dean please calm down" she could see he was becoming more and more agitated by the second.

Dean paced the room like a caged animal he didn't want to hurt her "Get out, Get the hell out" he yelled at her this couldn't be happening, he wasn't going to let it.

Two male nurses stormed into the room one of them carrying a syringe full of sedative, they quickly grabbed Dean by his arms; he didn't struggle as they pinned him down on the sofa and injected him, the sedative taking effect almost immediately.

Doctor Freeman watch Dean calm down and then she closed in "Dean what's wrong?"

"Father's here" he replied before his eyes closed and he fell into a sedated sleep.

TBC