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The Collector

Chapter four

When Sam pushed him down Dean hit the floor and rolled to the side then sprang up ready to defend himself and Sam against the threat. But what he saw instead was the nurse at the desk looking at them like they were nuts. There wasn't a gun in her hand, only a pen. Dean looked over at Sam who was just about to jump over the desk and tackle the nurse.

"Sam! No!" Dean shouted as he quickly grabbed his brother's arm.

"She's got a gun Dean!" Sam struggled to free himself.

"No Sam it's only a pen! It's only a pen!" Dean held onto his brother.

Sam stopped struggling and looked down at her hand which now obviously held a pen and not a gun. He looked over at Dean confused; he could have sworn she had a gun.

"What's the matter with him?" The nurse asked as she reached for a button to contact security.

"Nothing…nothing…." Dean said as he put his hand over the button stopping her from pressing it. "My brother was in an accident and has a slight head injury and is a little confused."

"Then what is he doing out of bed?"

"The doctor said he could go home as long as I keep my eye on him."

"Well if he's that confused I think he ought to stay and have a thorough exam. He's a danger to himself and others."

"I'm sorry…I…I…." Sam apologized to the nurse not quite knowing what to say.

She ignored him and looked at Dean.

"If he continues to hallucinate I'd advise you to bring him back in before he hurts himself…or someone else."

"I will…I will…" He said trying to reassure her.

They signed the release papers and quickly left the hospital

The motel

They had to take a taxi back to their car then Dean drove them back to their motel. On the drive home Sam sat silently while Dean kept glancing over at him worried but saying nothing. Once they entered their motel room Sam walked over and sat on the edge of the bed while Dean stood in front of him.

"You feeling okay?"

Sam nodded then looked up at his brother.

"Dean….I saw that man I hit….I saw the nurse holding a gun…I didn't imagine it…."

Dean could tell Sam was scared and confused.

"Sammy you took a nasty crack to your head. You heard the doctor…he said your concussion is causing you to hallucinate."

"Maybe…" Sam said but he still wasn't convinced. He was positive he saw a man run out in front of the car and that he had hit him, but maybe Dean was right, maybe he had just imagined it. "It just seemed so real." He said softly.

"But it wasn't real Sam; it was just in your mind." Dean had been hoping to be able to leave town tonight but he knew his brother was confused and needed to rest. "I think we better stay in town for a few days so you can take it easy, then when you're back to normal…or whatever normal is for you, we'll take off."

"Dean I know you're bored and want to get out of this town….I could just sack out in the back seat. We can still leave, we don't have to stay."

"I think when the doctor said rest he didn't mean bouncing around in the back of a car Sam. It's okay; we'll just chill for a few days, no big deal."

"You know Dean, if hitting that guy wasn't bad enough, I remember being worried that you were going to kill me for damaging your car." Sam gave a small smile. "In fact it was the last thing I remember thinking."

"Well you were right about that." Dean could tell his brother was tired as he smiled back at him. "Look Sam, why don't you get a little rest and I'll go pick up some food." Dean knew with most concussions you were suppose to keep the person awake for at least twelve hours, but the doctor said Sam only had a slight concussion and sleeping was fine, even good for him.

"Sounds good." Sam said as he pulled down the covers and climbed under them.

"Don't you want to get undressed?"

But Sam didn't hear him, he had already fallen asleep.

An hour later

Dean picked up some burgers then returned to the motel only to find the manager outside pounding on their door.

"What's going on?" Dean asked as he ran over to him.

"Sounds like there's a fight going on in there but your buddy won't open the door. I can see the room from my office and no one has gone in or left since you did. What the hell's going on in there? Is your friend on drugs? … Because if he is I want you both out of here….I don't allow drugs on the premises."

"My brother isn't on drugs. He was in an accident and is a little confused." Dean said as he pounded on the door. "Sam open up, it's me!" When there was no answer he pounded again. "Sam! Sammy open the door!"

He could hear the door unlock and saw it open slightly. He looked at the manager.

"I'll take care of it." He said as he slipped into the room closing the door behind him.

Sam stood in front of him covered in sweat and bruises giving the appearance that he had been fighting for his life.

"What the hell's going on Sammy?"

"Can't you see them?" Sam said as he tried to catch his breath.

"See what?"

"Them." Sam pointed to the corner of the room. "It's okay, I've killed them….I've killed them all."

TBC