Carnival of Death Ch. 5
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is late. We had a storm and my internet was down.
Previously: By the time Sammy had taken care of all of Dean's wounds and checked his brother for signs of a concussion, he collapsed on the bed beside Dean totally exhausted and cried himself to sleep from the pain he was suffering in his head and his back.
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Sammy awoke in the middle of the night to the sounds of Dean moaning. He quickly check his brother's wounds for any signs of infection. Seeing no redness or increased puffiness, Sammy decided to try and rouse Dean.
"Hey Dean, can you hear me?" he asked as he felt his brother's forehead. Dean didn't seem hot to the touch, though he had beads of perspiration shining on his forehead. He shook hi brother to try and wake him up.
The only reaction that came from Dean was another moan as his head rolled over to the side. Sammy knew that Dean had to be in incredible pain but didn't know what to do to stop it. He couldn't get Dean to rouse enough to take some pain pills and their dad had never shown him how to give injections with the morphine he had appropriated the last time one of the boys was in the hospital.
Knowing that he needed to get some pain meds in Dean, Sammy crushed up three Tylenol into powder form and put it into a glass and added some water. He then walked over to Dean and picked his brother's head up and held it firmly with his hand. He then put the glass to his brothers lips with his other hand and said "I need you to try and swallow this for me Dean, it will help the pain" he said as he tipped the glass to his brother's mouth.
In his haze of pain, Dean could distantly hear the words that Sammy was saying. He felt it as Sammy put the glass to his lips and opened his mouth slightly. He swallowed as best he could while Sammy slowly poured the liquid into his mouth. He tasted the gritty substance in the water and figured that his little brother must have crushed some pain pills to help lessen the pain. When he had drunk all he could in his weakened state, he turned his head away from the glass and slipped into blissful unconsciousness once again.
As Sammy took the glass over to the sink and washed it out, he could feel the wound in his own back hurting more than ever. He knew it wasn't good to leave them unattended, but there was no way he could take care of them on his own. He whimpered slightly at the pull of skin as he arched his back trying to relieve some of the sting. And if that wasn't bad enough, he heard the roar of thunder in the distance signaling an oncoming storm. "Just freaking great" he thought knowing that things were already bad enough.
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John and Caleb had finally taken out the pack of demon dogs they had been tracking for over a week now. It had been a long and tiring hunt with each hunter coming out of it with scrapes and bruises. Caleb had also been bitten as well and was now headed off to the local hospital to get the wound checked out and cleaned more thoroughly. Chances were that he was going to have to get a rabies shot also since he was bitten by a wild dog. John didn't envy him the series of shots he would have to take over the course of a week.
Feeling totally exhausted, John decided to stop at the local motel before heading back to Wisconsin and his boys. He pulled into the local Days Inn and got a room. He quickly stripped and took a hot shower which helped to relieve his aching muscles. Damn that bed was going to feel like heaven tonight since he and Caleb had been sleeping in the woods for the past five days.
As he dressed in clean boxers to get ready for bed, John took his cell phone out of the pocket of the jeans that he had dropped onto the floor before showering. He was about to put it on the dresser and climb into the bed when he saw the words one new message displayed. "Damn, my phone must have been out of service in the woods" he thought as it had never rang during the hunt. He flipped open his phone to listen to the message. All signs of exhaustion suddenly fled as John heard the words left by Sammy. "I need you daddy, please come back" his son had whimpered into the receiver.
Suddenly terrified, John started packing hid duffle no longer feeling the need for sleep. He quickly dialed Dean's number as he raced out to his truck. He was dismayed as an automated voice came over the phone and said "We're sorry, the party you are trying to reach is unavailable at this time. Please try again later."
"Son of a bitch" John swore as he threw his phone across the seat. He needed to get to his boys and he needed to get there now. He had no idea what had happened, but from the sounds of terror in Sammy's voice it had to have been pretty bad.
John reached over and picked up his phone trying the number once more, but to no avail. He then called Bobby and was dismayed to hear his voicemail message. He waited for the message to end and said "Call me back damn it as soon as you get this message." John pushed the gas pedal harder as he sped down the highway trying desperately to get back to his sons.
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Sammy lay awake in bed shaking with his head cradled to his knees as he heard the thunder booming outside. He really hated storms and wished their dad would come walking through the door. He gasped audibly as a sharp crack of thunder reverberated throughout the room and the lights suddenly went out from an electrical transformer being struck by lightning.
Suddenly feeling very alone, Sammy scooted off his bed and shuffled across the floor until he felt their duffle bags by his feet. He bent down and rummaged around until he was able to find a flashlight and quickly flicked it on. He shuddered as shadows danced across the room from the branches outside the room blowing in the wind. He quickly walked back over to Dean's bed and scooted in as closely as he could taking a little comfort in being near his brother.
As the storm continued to rage on for hours, Sammy became more nervous. He decided to focus his attention on Dean to get his mind off the storm. He climbed off of the bed and walked into the small motel bathroom to get a clean washcloth. He held the washcloth under the cool running water from the sink and then rinsed it out. Walking back out to his brother, he wiped his face down hoping that it would provide some relief to his slumbering brother.
Afterwards, Sammy walked over to the kitchenette area and got a bowl. He returned to the small bathroom and filled it with warm water. He returned to Dean's bedside carrying the bowl and a bar of soap. He gave his brother a sponge bath knowing that Dean would feel better when he woke up if he wasn't gritty and dirty from the fight with the rakshasa.
When Sammy finished sponge bathing Dean, he was happy to notice that the thunder now rumbled off in the distance meaning that the storm was moving away. He breathed a sigh of relief as he looked through the blinds to see the first signs of the sun rising on the horizon.
"Maybe dad will be here soon" he whispered to Dean as he walked over to fix himself a bowl of Lucky charms. He was beginning to feel a little weak and figured it was because his stomach was feeling kind of empty. He sat at the table eating his cereal as he watched his brother sleeping.
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John felt a slight bit of relief as he saw the Welcome to Wisconsin sign. He would be back with his boys in a few hours. He had tried a few times throughout the night to contact his boys but something was wrong with the line. As he drove, he heard his phone ringing and prayed that it was his boys. He flipped open his phone to see that it was Bobby.
"What the hell is so important that you left me a curt message over the phone?" Bobby snapped after he heard John say hello. He wasn't happy with the way Winchester had basically ordered him to call back. Hell, he had even been tempted to ignore the message, but felt it in his gut that something was wrong.
"How close are you to Beckville, Wisconsin?" John asked ignoring the anger in Bobby's voice. "Something's wrong with the boys and I can't get a hold of them.
"Shit John, I'm over half a days drive from there, it will be at least six hours before I can get there" Bobby stated in agitation. He loved those boys and the thought of them being hurt and alone right now caused a deep aching sensation in his heart.
"I'm closer than you are then. I'll be there in about an hour. I'll call you as soon as I know something" John said as he flipped the phone shut without saying goodbye. He stomped on the gas pedal determined to cut that time in half.
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Sammy was cleaning up the dishes from breakfast when he heard Dean mumbling incoherently. He walked over and sat beside his brother. "I'm here Dean" he said as placed his hand on his brother's cheek.
"S'mmy lo…out, can't st'p…" Deam mumbled as his head began to toss back and forth. Dean was visibly shaking from whatever he was dreaming and it was obviously terrifying him.
"Dean come on man, wake up" Sammy pleaded trying to draw Dean out of the dream. Sammy was really starting to feel bad himself and was becoming lightheaded. He had to focus hard as he tried to get his brother to rouse. "Damn it Dean, open your eyes" he said forcefully hoping that the urgent tone would snap Dean out of it, but Dean continued to mumble incoherently.
Sammy knew he was pushing himself past the point of endurance taking care of his brother when he felt so bad himself. His back hurt like hell and he could feel the heat that was starting to emanate off of it. He was visibly shaking himself now as his strength was waning and he knew he would soon pass out.
Suddenly. To his immense relief, Sammy heard the sounds of his dad's truck pulling up outside their room. 'Thank God" he said aloud as he forced himself to a standing position and walked over to unlock the door. He pulled the door open to see his father standing there with an anxious look on his face.
"Daddy" he said as his eyes rolled back in his head and he started slumping to the floor in unconsciousness.
TBC