DISCLAIMERS: As you know... sadly I dont own them...
A/N : Im very sorry for the delay but I got trapped in a net of test ( almost 550 ) and finales gradding , and the christmas party's preparation for my kindergarden kids... but IM FREE... thanks god... so here is the next chapter... thank a lot for your patience.
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BURIED ALIVE
T O M O R R O W
..."Mommy!!...Mommy!!! look , I made a draw..."
The beautiful blonde woman turn around for the sink and dry his hands , bending over her five years old draw.
" Oh! Honey , this is beatiful...let me guess, is the "Flinstones ' family "???"
The boy giggle at that and make a smirk to his Mom silly remark.
"No , Mommy is us... dont you see?? " - the boy point to each one childish sketch- "Daddy, you, me and Sammy.. look I write in here : "The Winchesters""
Mary smile at the "write" the boy was pointing, it read something like : "te Wachs...", but for her is like reading a best seller novel.
"Yeah, silly me, its true, here say it. You know, lets go to stike it to the refrigerator, so when Daddy come home, he can see it... mmh? "
"Yes, mommy"
Suddenly the soft features of the boy turned worried.
"Mommy , mommy is Sammy... Sammy is crying..."
And the kid run upstairs to join his little brother.
"What?? Dean wait ! I didnt hear anything ...son? " and then she hear it, his baby son was crying.
When she arrive to the nursery, no more cries was heard it, opening the door she spots his oldest son caressing Sammy's forehead and whispering reasouring words to him
"Sshhh Sammy, its fine, Im here... sshh! " Dean seems to have a calming effect in the baby, who was now quiet and seeing to his brother.
"Hey, sweetheart you have a very good ear, you know that ??? "
"He was crying mom, he wake up, and dont see me, so he got scared, but he is calm now, because I tell him..."
"What do you tell him, baby?? " say Mary to her eldest approaching the crib, to see her Sammy
"Mom, Im big... not baby..." "I tell Sammy that I always going to take care of him, and I never, never, never, will leave him alone... so he smile "
"Thats so sweet honey!!" Mary pick up Dean in her arms and give him a warm hug.. "Lets say good night to your brother"
Dean run and bend over his brother crib and kiss him in the forehead
"Good night Sammy... I love you " The last one was whispered into the baby's ears.
"Daddy ..."
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He open his eyes and flinched to the blinding lights... "Ok lets try again", he opened his eyes again, this time slowly and take a look at his surroundings
"Hospital... Why am i ...???"
"Because you faint...again !"
Dean was startled for his Dad's voice, who was sitting beside his bed.
"Old man, Im telling you, Im not faint..." all of sudden Dean remembered the past days' nightmare.
"Sammy??, dad, Where is Sam?... How is...?? "Dean was trying to sit down in bed, and John push him down gently in the chest
"He is alright Dean... calm down !!"
"Calm down... dont tell me to calm down... let me go, I want to see him !!"
"DEAN... He is still in ICU," At his son flinch, John speak in a lower voice.. "He is alright, but the doctors need to keep an eye in him, because there are some troubles with his kidneys"
"I need to see him Dad, I need to see him alive.. please !!"
"Stay down, I dont want my two sons sicks, let me ask the doctor first, ok ? "
Dean stay in bed , staring to the ceiling, thinking about the events of the past days, and wondering whats nest in Sammy's agenda, his brother was tough, thats for sure, but what he suffered in that coffin... Dean shuddered at the though of that...anyway he need to stay strong for his little brother, together they can fight anything and anyone.
John entered just in that moment, guiding a wheelchair.
"You are kidding... ! Do you ?"
"Doctors orders "
"Since when you follow doctors orders??"
"Since I almost lost my two sons" Thats was barely above a whisper, but Dean can hear the sadness in his father voice... the fear... so he isnt the only one afraid for Sammy !
"Dean, I need to warn you... Your brother is in very bad shape, he got a generals organs failure, he lost blood and got pneumonia.. he is in oxigen right now, and in heavy antibiotics, the lack of liquids cause him a bladder and lungs infection, the doctors are worried for his kidneys too, but they say that he looks worse than he is..."
When they entered Sam's room, Dean felt grateful for his father explanation, because when he see his brother , he feel like crying; Sam looks so pale and fragile.. there in bed, surronded for so many things, he looks just like a small child.
"Oh, Sammy!! Look at you!! Dammit kid! You always choose the hard way... do you?"
"He wasnt awakes since we brought him ... " Tell John approaching Dean to Sam's bed..
Dean take Sam battered hand in his and shiver at his brother coldness...
John feels like a intruder between his sons... God!! he was lost many things of his son grownings... even Dean raise that kid in bed, better that him, so Sam is Dean's property and his oldest son is ready to reclaim his place at Sam's side... thinking in that, John left the room, Dean was so focused in Sam that he dont acknowledge his Dad departure.
"Hey bro !! now is time to you to weak up and tell me how stupid I am for not find you soon... mmm???, Come on Sammy, you know that the silence treatment never work with me... como on kid... open your eyes!!"
Dean began to shake slightly Sam's arm, so anxious and frightened for his unresponsibe and still brother
"Hey Sam, even dad is in here, you have now some one to fight... Im out of practice playing pacifier between the two of you, but I dont care, if that made you awake"...
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John was walking in the hospital corridor, wishing he got a magis key to erase all the bad memories for his sons mind, sadly he dont have any...
"Mr. Whitfield... Mr. Whitfield...excuse me..."
"Wh...what...???" John see the paramedic that help his son, approaching him, with a paper in his hands.
"Excuse me , Mr Whitfield.. "
"John, please !!"
"..John.. is it... how is Dean...??"
"He is fine, considering he almost starve himself to death.."
"I supose that loosing a loved one, like you almost lost Sam, can be horrible... and Dean feels very responsible for that kid"
"Yes... he feels...sorry I dont have time to thank you for the help...???"
"Sorry, Nick... Nicholas Codlier " say the young man, extending his hand to John.
"Anyway, I want to give this to Dean, before he passed out... can you give him for me , please ?"
"Yeah, sure! What is it ??"
"He ask me for the name of the person who call 911, for thank her or something.. unfortunly, we dont have more that the name... no one know her, thats weird you know ??"
"I will give him... thanks again Nick "
"You are welcome, see ya "
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John found himself in a place that he dont visited for a long time... God's house, he was kneeling in the small hospital chapel... with tears in his eyes and a crumpled papaer in his hands... he was just read the name of the person who calls 911, the same name that his son read before to pass out...
"My beloved Mary, I know that you was somewhere taking care of our sons... keepin an eye in your angel, how you use to call Sammy...God Mary, Im so messed up, Im sure that this isnt the life you want for our sons... but I trying the best...I miss you so much, sweetheart, Sammy is becoming strong and that thing want him, he dont will stop until he can take him... I dont know what to do... I dont know how to protect him... and how to protect Dean, he will died before letting something bad happen to Sam...I need you Mary,our sons need you..."
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The next time John entered Sam's room Dean was there against all medicals advices and menaces, he has his head on the bed next to sam and he is clutching his little brother hand for dear life.
"Dean, Dean weak up... they need to take a look at your brother..."
Dean stretched painful limbs and let go Sam's hand... we he do, he feels lost.
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Sam was now in his own room, the doctors say that he is doing good, he will need a couple of weeks to recover completly, but he is doing better...but he is not weaking up yet... and that has Dean climbing the walls.
The quietness of the room was unnerving, Dean paced the roon nervously for the second day, hovered over his brother 's still form and stared at him for the next minutes, then went back to pacing. When night come again, and Sam didnt even stir, Dean began to go crazy worried.
"Can you please , sit down Dean..."
"Three days, dad, there was three days, and he dont even stir.. how can you be so calm ??"
"Your brother suffer a lot of damaged , his body needs time to heal... he is just sleeping Dean"
Sam just make a sound , like a silent plea... he keep making that a lot, for the last days, Dean take again Sammy hand in his.
"Common Sammy, open your eyes!.. I know you are awake.. stop to play possum...!"
Sam's eyelids began to flutter and he nodged as the first string of conciousness began to tag his mind...
"Thats my boy"... John step beside his son bed, prying to see him at least awake.
Sam finally open his eyes, but shut them and yelp as in pain...
"What wrong Sammy, come on... " Dean read his brother thoughs as usual and point his father the problem
"The lights Dad, the light hurt his eyes, turn it off"
Opening his eyes, Sam take a look at his surroundings, stoping in his brother , slowly he rise a trembling hand and with the tip of his fingers touch his brother face, as wanting to be sure that he was real... suddenly with a gasp he sits in bed and open his eyes widly, whimpering and soft crying...that tug Dean heartstrings and he take his brother in a thig hug.
"Its alright Sammy, I got you now..." Dean keep repeating and sam dont know whether Dean was trying to comfort him or himself, but he didnt care either way being in his brother arms its feel good.
One week later
Sam was being released today, he is improved a lot, even he has an horrible cough and is painful to use the bathroom, the doctors are amazed at Sam's recovering capacity, he looks like a mummy, with all that bandages and gauzes... but according to the doctor he is fine... the bad thing is that he dont talk, not yet, not to anyone...
John leaves the room to take care of Sam meds and things, and Dean, began to talk again to his little brother, hoping to make him talk.
"Do you see what a great day is Sam... no more storms or cold... is perfect for a walk... dont you think" Say Dean opening wide the room's blinds.
Sam just drew his left arm up across his face, shielding the lights and let a moan escape from his lips, he laid there listening to his older brother ramble. He did that sometimes when he was worried or nervous... Dean always liked to talk.
"Hey what about some diurn television.. we can see something good like Oprah... or news.. maybe..." turning the tv on, Dean sit in the bed beside Sam, who gives a sighs at his brother nearess.
"...and for the next three days .. our broadcast prevent sunny and warm days, in contrast to the last days, when a very strong storms system seems to stop over the town... for Drews town the temp..."
Dean switch off the tv,and turn to take a look at Sammy who is sleeping beside him... "A strong strom system, they say " Dean snort at that...
"I wonder what they did if they know the truth, eh Sam?? If they know that for the past couple days, the devil walks in earth...???"
Dean arranged himself in bed beside Sam... not everything is fine, not yet.. but he has his brother with him again... and he will be dammed if he let anything happen to him again... he got his other half of his soul with him ... he almost loose at the only person who loves him over all his mistakes and sins... but now together they can make everything... He know that he needs to take special care in Sam... because he see it... he is sure know, that God valued saints over sinners...so he has his hands full with Sammy... and he is happy for that...with his brother at his side... there will be always a tomorrow.
OK! I think Im done... and now please tell me ...I miss something... what do you think????
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