Diving In A Pool Of Pain.
Summary. . . . . . Months of bullying finally come to a head for Sam, hurt and alone will he be able to get help? Or will he succumb in a pool of pain?
Disclaimer. . . . . Not mine, never will be, I'm just messing with them for fun!
A.N. . . . . . Well this one shot is still running a way from me and refuses to slow down. Whilst we're close to the end we're not quite there yet and there will be another chapter after this one. Again I'm sorry for the wait, enjoy, Peanut x
"The nausea was to be expected, I'm afraid. I would have been more concerned if Sam didn't react the way he did." The doctor explained, after checking his young patient over, his beeper having alerted him that Sam had woken. "I'm going to assume that this isn't the first concussion that Sam has had, and probably isn't his second?" The guilty looks from both older Winchester's all the answer he needed. "Each time you sustain a concussion it takes longer to recover. Sam's going to experience dizziness, nausea, headaches, vision problems, even some memory loss for months to come, and with the severity of this latest blow the symptoms could last even longer. I don't mean to worry you, but you need to be aware of what to look for." The doctor paused whilst he wrote something on Sam's charts, once he had finished he added. "Sam, apart from wearing himself out didn't do any further damage. I did notice some wheezing in his lungs though, so I'm going to start him on some heavy duty antibiotics, I don't believe his system could fight pneumonia on top of his other injuries. I'm guessing that he must have swallowed some water when he fell, and of course whilst the cold kept other injuries from worsening it won't have help this. I'll send a nurse in with the new medications and some extra blankets. No matter how much he protests, keep him covered and warm. If he wakes again, call for the nurse and we'll see about getting some solids into him. He'll need more nutrients than the IV can give him if he wants to start getting better."
The doctor left them both to contemplate Sam's latest troubles. They both agreed that if Sam did indeed contact pneumonia, the prospects for recovery did not look good, the bout of sickness that he had just had left him completely drained and they could only imagine what harsh coughing added to the mix would do to their youngest member. Dean's anger at the perpetrators increased to the point of rage. How could his brother, who in his short life had never hurt anyone, be reduced to this? What justice was there when Sam was reduced to a wreck, his immune system so ravaged he was unable to cope with an illness that in this day and age was easily treatable, when his attackers got away scot free and were probably out there laughing it up? The police unable to do anything due to the lack of witnesses, and the alibis the boys and the coach gave each other. There was no justice, but there would be revenge. Drew wouldn't get away with it.
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Dean thought back on the doctor's words and his plans for revenge on Drew, as for what felt like the hundredth time in three days Sam woke yet again, tired, confused and in pain. With his Dad finalizing plans for their imminent departure Dean gently raised Sam and held the metal bowl as he heaved the small amount of soup he had eaten just half an hour earlier into it. The pneumonia the doctor had worried about had not progressed, the aggressive antibiotics they had pumped into Sam's system successfully fighting the illness off; giving the Winchester's their first bit of good news, but leaving Sam feeling even sicker to his stomach. As Sam finished throwing up, Dean removed the bowl and slowly guided Sam back down to the bed, pleased to note that his brother didn't immediately drop back off, instead just lying there blinking tired eyes at him. Knowing that Sam's throat had been stripped raw between the ventilator and the constant sickness, Dean was just content to sit there watching and comforting Sam in silence.
The door opening behind him had Dean's head turning to check who it was that had entered, only to turn his attention back to Sam as soon as he noticed it was just a nurse. He ignored her as se went about usual checking of Sam's lungs, blood pressure and temperature, only briefly glaring at her when Sam gasped as the cold end of the stethoscope was placed against his chest. Dean could hear her mumbling as she scribbled words on Sam's charts before everything went quiet once more. Thinking she had left he was caught by surprise when he heard her cough to get his attention. As he looked up she spoke.
"I need to check his wounds and give him a bath. If you would like to wait outside. . . ."
Dean didn't let her get any further cutting her off with a terse. "I aint leaving lady, work around me!"
"I'm sorry, but I must insist. . . ."
"And I insist I aint leaving."
"If you don't leave I'll have you forcibly removed."
"I'd like to see you try. They haven't succeeded so far."
The nurse looked like she was about to reply when a croaky, raspy voice spoke up. "De. . . .it's kay."
"Sammy, I aint leaving you."
"It's kay." The effort of just those few words clearly etched on Sam's face.
"Okay, Sam I'll leave."
Sam mustered up the strength to nod his approval and watched as Dean reluctantly left, glaring at the nurse as he did so. As he reached the doorway Dean stopped as a barely heard whisper came from the bed. To anyone else it would have gone unheard, but to Dean it came across loud and clear.
"Don' go far."
"I promise I won't Sam."
It was all Dean needed to be reassured that he was still needed. Determined to keep to his promise Dean walked only as far as the vending machine at the end of the hall, needing a coffee fix. Lost in thought he was startled when a voice spoke up next to him as he waited for his turn.
"Hey Dean." Lisa, one of Sam's regular nurses called out. "It's not often we see you out of Sam's room, what's the occasion?"
Dean smiled at the older woman; he had taken an instant liking to her as he had watched her tenderly treat Sam. "Hey Lisa, Sam's having his wounds checked and a bath, the nurse that's doing it all but chucked me out."
"It doesn't sound like you to be leaving Sam alone."
"I didn't want to, not whilst he was awake anyway, but he told me to go. I think he was embarrassed to be seen getting a bath. I'm just getting a coffee and I'll make my way back though."
"I'll wait with you and then walk back. I have Sam's latest meds with me."
Dean smiled again before walking to the machine, putting his money in he punched the numbers and watched as the brown cup fell and began to fill with the sludge they had the cheek to call coffee. His hand had just pulled the cup from the machine when he heard Sam's cries coming from down the hall. Dropping the cup he rushed back, hearing Lisa's footsteps behind him, reaching the room just in time to hear the nurse's callous words.
"Mr. Winchester, calm down right this minute. You are not the first person I've seen that has had his testes removed."
Dean was livid; his fists clenching at his sides in an attempt to keep from punching the woman, his eyes and veins bulging. "Step away from my brother, you sick bitch!" Spilled from his mouth at the same time as Lisa spoke. "Leave this room immediately. Wait in the nurse's lounge; I'll deal with you shortly. Go now!"
The woman left muttering under her breath about babying the patient. It took all of Lisa's strength to stop Dean from attacking her, in the end though it was Sam's cries that had an effect that her strength didn't. With a heavy heart Dean walked over to inspect the damage the nurse's words had done to Sam's already fragile mind. "Aw, shit Sam." Dean thought as he reached Sam's bedside to find his brother desperately trying to cover his disfigured parts. He immediately went about trying to help Sam, a wail of pure anguish coming from his sibling stopping him short, the guilt that had already been festering, rising once again to eat his insides even more.
"Dean. Dean. Dean!" Dean looked up at Lisa as she spoke. "You have to calm him down, now! His blood pressures rising too high calm him down. I'll see to his injury. Go!"
Dean reacted as if slapped; he couldn't have Sam hurt himself even more because of some stupid nurse. Grabbing Sam's hand effectively stopping his feeble attempts at covering himself, Dean clasped it in his own. With his other hand he stroked Sam's hair and attempted to get his brother to focus on him. No matter how hard he tried though Sam wouldn't respond, his mind numbed by the realization of what he had lost. As Sam's emotions continued to spiral out of control, Dean looked to Lisa for help.
"I'll get the doctor; we'll have to sedate him again." She shouted as she sprinted for the door, leaving Dean to still try and calm Sam down.
"What the hell happened?" Dean heard a few minutes later as an irate John Winchester ran closely behind Lisa and Sam's doctor into the room.
As the doctor and Lisa attended to Sam, Dean explained as best he could what had gone on, guessing at the parts he didn't know. "I was told to leave, another nurse was checking Sam over, I'm guessing he freaked out at being touched. . . . there. He started crying out and I rushed back. She told him. . . . . . she told him Dad, and not too nicely either. Lisa told me to calm Sam but I couldn't. I'm going to hurt that bitch!"
"Dean! I think we'll all pretend we didn't hear you say that." John shouted at his eldest, even if he wanted to hunt the nurse down himself. Noting that Sam had slipped back into a medicated sleep he added. "I want you to go back to the house, I want you to get some sleep, I want you to eat. You haven't slept or eaten properly since he was found, Sam will be out for a while." John looked to the doctor for confirmation.
"At least six hours." The doctor answered.
"I'll watch over Sam until you come back."
"No Dad, I'm not leaving him again!"
"Dean, this isn't up for discussion. Go home now!"
Dean glared at his Dad before realizing that this was a fight he wasn't about to win. Sparing a quick glance at Sam to reassure himself that his brother was indeed resting peacefully and safe, he turned and walked out of the room. After he was sure that Dean had left, John turned steely eyes Lisa's way.
"The nurse responsible is not to come any where near my son ever again. And in future nothing will be done to Sam without either me or his brother present. Do you understand me?"
Lisa was unnerved by John's outburst; her own anger was already simmering at the nurse's uncaring attitude. "Don't worry Mr. Winchester. If I have my way she won't even be a nurse here much longer." With that she left the room.
"You're gonna have to explain to Sam every thing that has happened and is happening to his body just as soon as he wakes up. He seems to be more aware now, so I'm going to set up that meeting with Dr. Willows for tomorrow afternoon." Sam's doctor spoke.
"Okay, thank you." John managed to steady his voice enough to say those few words, but his insides were in turmoil. It was too soon. Sam wasn't ready to be moved yet, but could they afford to take a chance and wait? John didn't think so. Taking out his phone and ignoring all the hospitals rules he dialed a number. "Caleb is everything ready?" There was a beat before he added. "Good, we move today." At least this way John thought, Sam would be asleep for most of the journey, avoiding all the pain it would no doubt cause.
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Dean had stormed from the hospital and returned to house determined to get an hours sleep and get back to Sam as soon as possible. Sleep though had failed to come, his mind refusing to switch off as it thought back over the past months trying to find signs that he could have missed, trying to remember if Sam had tried to tell him what he was going through. The more he thought, the more he remembered. Sam trying to talk to him, but getting brushed off. Sam trying to feign illness, but being told that he looked fine and to go to school, he should have realized then that something was wrong, but he didn't and Dean knew that was something he would have to live with for the rest of his life. Dean's need to make someone pay began to build up furiously within him again, and if that someone couldn't be himself then he would take his frustrations out on the next best thing. Drew! Grabbing his coat and his keys, Dean left the house yet again, sleep now completely forgotten. He needed to get some supplies first and check a few things out, but tonight Drew would pay.
After getting what he needed, Dean went on the hunt for Drew; finding him yet again out by the lake where yet another party was in full swing, fuelling yet more anger in Dean. Sam was broken and lying in a hospital bed and here was his attacker wasted and laughing it up. With his rage burning strong Dean crept his way through the trees and with a patience honed from years of hunting sat down to wait. Dean didn't have to wait too long before he saw Drew drift away from his group. His need to pee suddenly strong he staggered into the trees. Moving deftly Dean snuck up behind him and waited for him to finish. Drew didn't stand a chance, didn't even hear Dean, didn't know anything was wrong until he felt the blow to his head. Quickly gagging and blindfolding the younger boy, Dean tied his hands together before picking up a very dazed Drew and carrying him back to the beat up Ford he had boosted to do the job, the first part of his mission complete.
Driving carefully to avoid attention, Dean eased his way back across town and towards his destination, once there he gained entry just as easily as they had last time. Dragging Drew by his bound hands Dean walked the now familiar pathway towards his final destination, a place he now hated with a passion. Once there he dumped Drew on the floor before setting to work. Getting out his knife, Dean made quick work of disrobing Drew, not caring if the blade dug a little too deeply, leaving him naked and shivering on the cold tiles whilst he rummaged once again through his bag. Within five minutes Dean was finished, picking Drew up once more along with a couple of bundles of rope, Dean moved into the other room.
It was freezing in here now and Dean guessed it was that drop in temperature that had started to rouse the younger boy, for the first time he started to struggle and mumble beneath his gag. As the rope was tied to his right ankle those struggles increased, as it was taken around the structure and tied to his left ankle and pulled so that he was spread, Drew started to panic. Dean though was like a robot, driven and focused on only one thing, revenge. He cut the cable tie from Drew's wrists, using the other bundle he quickly tied one arm, before walking around the structure once more and tying the other tight. Only when he was finished did he move in front of Drew and remove the blindfold, the younger boy's eyes popping out when he saw who he was with.
"Don't worry I'm not going to kill you, although you deserve to die, and you'll probably wish I had done so later. See you around." With that Dean walked away. Once outside he pulled out his phone, dialing a number he had gotten earlier he waited for it to be answered.
"Hello?"
"Kris? This is Dean Winchester, Sam's brother. Where are you?"
"At the diner, why is something wrong with Sam?"
"Sam's fine, I just wondered if you could get all the kids that are there to go to the schools pool?"
"Probably, why?"
"You'll see when you get there. Do you think you could get all the kids from the lake to go to? I've left the side door unlocked. Oh and bring a camera."
Dean hung up after the last word, getting into the Ford he waited. It didn't take long for the first group of cars to arrive, or for the first groups of kids to start showing up from other parts of town. Dean watched as they cautiously made there way into the building, satisfied he started the engine and drove off; he knew after all what they would find. Drew spread eagled and naked tied to the high board, his chest painted with the word bully, along with a certain body part. Painted with a paint, he knew from experiencing one of Sam's pranks, would take months to remove. Dean's phone rang within minutes, picking it up he answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey, I just wanted you to hear this." Kris replied before removing the phone from her ear and allowing Dean to hear the roars of laughter echoing around the pool, listening for a few minutes he reveled in the joy it brought him, whilst he knew Drew deserved more punishment for what he had done, this would suffice. Dean had only just cut the call when it rang again, this time the call coming from John.
"Dad, is Sammy okay?"
"Where are you?"
"On my way back to the hospital, is Sam okay?"
"Don't go back there, Sam's okay. He's with me; meet us on the edge of town. We're leaving; Caleb's already cleared the house out."
"Okay, I'm on my way. I should be there in a few."
A.N. . . . . Well that's it for now; I know some of you wanted blood, but this just seemed to work better I thought. I hope to get the final chapter up soon. Thanks as always for reading, Peanut x