Authors Note: Sorry for the evil cliffhanger I only dish those out once in a blue moon. I was feeling rather evil that day. Things we'll start to pick up as Sam dwindles on the vision and John has to deal with angry/murderous thoughts. It's all coming to a head soon. I promise and like I promised before Devin will get his, do time. Patience sky walker. Thanx Charity
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all
You just might get it all, yeah.
This day was turning out to be the worst damn day EVER. Sam thought bitterly trying to grasp onto something that wasn't wet so he could leverage himself up. He was pretty sure he didn't have a concussion but he knows for damn sure he has a sizeable lump on the back of his head. His once quelling headache returned as it pounded and pounded to the tune of the shower. God why can't this day just end? He doesn't know how Devin's doing it but he knows he has to be involved with all this bad luck of his. If not, than he really is the unluckiest person in the world.
Hearing more pounding and noise on the other side of the door made him groan out in pain not quite ready to face whoever was making it the racket. He just laid there butt naked in a still active shower with a lump the size of a damn baseball on his head wondering if this was only the beginning of this fine day.
A loud bang had him closing his eyes in discomfort after the crash was the unmistakable voice of his brother. Even when he's knocked a few screws loose he could always make out that voice. He relaxed knowing that he wouldn't have to face his father just yet. Let Dean fix this shit. Even though it wasn't his shit to fix he still had the desire as a little brother to flop against Dean and let him handle all his problems.
That was of course before his vision complicated matters.
Sighing he closed his eyes as he heard his brother enter the room. A last thought struck him hard as his eyes flew wide open. I'm bare ass naked!
Dean's eyes flew wide as he took in the scene before him. The shower was still running with a very nude little brother lying still at the bottom of a tub. His limbs bent at an awkward angle and his eyes staring at him in fear.
Moving quickly to shut off the shower he snatched the towel that was hanging on the towel wrack as he draped it over his brother's front side trying to save him at least some dignity. Moving up to where Sam's head lay he gently cupped Sam's cheek as he whispered. "What happened Sammy?"
"I fell." Sam stated flatly.
Dean's brow furrowed in concern at the lack of emotion in his brother's voice. "Are you hurt?" Dean wondered as he moved his hand from Sam's cheek to his head gently feeling the area for any tall tell lumps or blood.
"I hit my head on the way down." Sam deadpanned.
Frowning even more he felt around till he got a muted hiss of pain from Sam. "Sorry," He whispered fingering the area more gently as he concluded it to be just a lump.
"Any dizziness or vision impairment? You feel like you gonna hurl? Dean asked swiftly trying to gage if it was just a lump or something more.
Sam sighed "Nope, I just want to lay down Dean my head is killing me."
Hearing desperation in Sam's voice he smiled gently as he asked. "That mean you done with your shower princess?"
John chewed absently on his finger nail digging through books and books of anything stating anger spells and how to stop them. Getting settled into his own room was hard but he knew it was necessary to keep his youngest safe. He trusted Dean immensely with Sam and everything that has to do with him that includes keeping him safe. He just hoped that they can figure this out before the anger spell gets out of hand and forces him to do something he swore he would never do.
Reading up through books only got him stuff he already knew. Anger spells are generated when one sets them into action. He knows that pretty much anyone could do one if given the right tools. There not hard. He just would have to sort through anyone who would want him to be angry at Sam. Angry enough to actually hurt the kid.
He can't really recall being on any one's hit list except supernatural creatures. But the person who set this had an object of his and one of Sam's. That's what had him terrified. This person actually got close enough to accumulate items of there's without him even knowing.
This was leading to no where. John sighed as he closed the book. Angry at himself for letting this happen. More importantly angry at Sam.
Yes, Sam should have watched his back and not let the person swipe something of his. If he would have done that they wouldn't be in this situation. John's head began to fill with thoughts as he contemplated what form of punishment he should inflict. Disobeying an order was bad but letting someone get the drop on you was worse.
He had to teach Sam that if you let someone get the drop on you, you might not come out alive.
Slowly sitting up from his chair he fingered the gun sitting on the table. An evil smirk appeared on his face as he picked it up and quickly hid it in the back of his pants.
"-ear me?"
Ear me? What the hell does that even mean? Sam contemplated as he tried to push the annoying voice away. He wanted to settle back into the bed and go back to sleep. Bed? When was I sleeping in a bed? Last time he checked he was bare assed naked in the tub with Dean hovering over him. Oh God Dean.
Blinking open his eyes he tried to adjust them to the darkness in the room. Slowly a figure was set in his line of sight and one swinging amulet gave it away as to who it was. "Dean?" He croaked out his voice course and dry.
"In the flesh. How you feeling?" Dean asked concerned as he hovered over his brother's inert form on the bed.
Sam though that over for a minute. He was feeling ok as to be expected. Maybe expect for the limp the size of Texas but other wise ok. Well that and you know your going to get a bullet rammed into your shoulder. Shit the vision. He completely forgot about it wanting it to just go away. Like that would ever happen. Feeling as if this was put up or shut up time he figured it was time to explain himself.
"Dean we need to talk." Sam blurted out as he tried to lift himself up off the bed.
"Whoa! Settle down junior I don't need you passing out again. Just settle down." Dean immediately was stirred into action as he pushed his brother down. "Listen we can talk, cause I sure as hell need to talk too you." He needed to explain to Sam about his father's absence and the anger spell.
Sam quieted as he laid back down. How should he put this? I'm going to get shot soon by Devin. Hmmm that didn't sound too good. Sam sighed as he started from the beginning. "Back in Colorado after we got down with the Vampires I had a vision." Sam was thankful that the room was dark because he didn't think he could stand the look of disappointment and anger on Dean's face.
"You what?!" Dean stated disbelievingly. "Why didn't you tell me you nut?" Dean asked in concern. It would certainly explain Sam's urge to sleep and headache afterward.
"Because it was about me and…I…" Sam choked up the next words as he didn't really want to admit that Devin was the one dishing out the punishment. He knows how much of a deep hatred his brother has of Devin.
Dean swallowed back his fear as it threatened to leak out. Sam's vision's always were of someone dying or someone getting seriously injured. All in all they were never good. So if Sam was in one? He couldn't bare think of the consequences. Suddenly things clicked into place as he remembered Sam's fear of the county and his initial reaction to the motel. "You knew we were walking right into your vision and you didn't say anything?"
"I…I didn't know what to say." Sam defended. "I was scared." Sam admitted in a whisper.
Dean felt like something ripped inside at Sam's scared and fearsome voice reminding him of a little chubby five year old who would always seem to find his way into his big brothers bed when a nightmare hit or when a thunderstorm hit. "Why didn't you just tell me than? We could have figured it out." That hurt worse than anything. Knowing that Sam was scared and he didn't run to his big brother like usual. He vowed that whoever was dishing pain out to Sam in this vision they would be hunted down and executed.
"It wasn't so much the vision but who was in it that scared me." Sam admitted as he peered up through the darkness.
"Tell me the whole vision then." Dean stated with a hint of anger scooting Sam's legs over so he can take a seat on the bed.
"It wasn't a long one and I had it when I was asleep. It was like flashes and I couldn't make out much."
"What could you make out of it? Who was the person in your vision?" Dean asked as he tried to take in Sam's break down of the vision.
"I heard loud noises then someone giving me the third degree. The only thing as clear as day in that vision is…" Sam gulped as he tried to get past this little bit of information.
"What?"
"Devin shooting me in the shoulder with a gun." Sam said as he tried to gage his brother's reaction.
"Sonofabitch!" Dean exclaimed making his way from the bed to his cell phone. If he didn't know what was going on before he certainly knows now.
"What's wrong Dean?" Sam asked fearfully as he tried to leave the bed.
"Stay there," Dean warned. "Will figure this out I promise I know all about what's going on now." Dean soothed noticing the fear still simmering in his sibling's eyes. While rage and fury was found in his.
"I just need to call dad." Dean muttered trying to reach his father via cell phone.
Sam didn't even notice his father's absence till now. He was about to ask why his father wasn't here when the front door burst open. He peered through the darkness to see his dad holding a gun. A gun pointed directly at him.
EEK! Another cliffhanger. I know I'm evil but I couldn't help myself. At least Dean isn't in the dark anymore and knows what's going on. He better hurry before big bad John Winchester puts a whoopin' on all his sons' asses. Lol. Feedback is appreciated. Thanx Charity