Authors Note: We last left with John making a terrible mistake under the effect of the anger spell and we found out that Devin is a coward and had John do his bidding for him or was that just his plan all along to inflict the ultimate torture? Who knows with the kook. Thanks for sticking with me for so long guys and I happy to announce I'm working on my other story and it should be up and ready soon after this is done hope you enjoy that one too. This is the recovery chapter the next chapter brings some retribution. New lyrics for this chapter are by Chevelle-red. Thanx Charity.
They say freak,
When you're singled out,
The red, well it filters through.
John gave a satisfied smirk as he watched the bullet graze his oldest and go directly into his youngest left shoulder. He didn't intend to hurt Dean but he got in the way of his plans. That's why he only inflicted the least amount of pain it was just a grace he would live. He was intending a head shot but a voice in the back of his head kept saying just hit him in the shoulder he didn't know why but he went with it.
He strode over to the bed with a smirk as he saw that Sam was passed out blood spurting out both the back and front of his shoulder. His oldest was groaning on the floor.
He was about to pick Sam up when a funny feeling tingled through his spine. He shivered at the coldness. He shook it away as he closed his eyes once he opened them and he gasped at what he saw. "Oh god what have I done!"
Dean was seriously not in a good mood.
His dad shot him! Yet only a graze it still hurt like no mans business. Once he finds Devin he swears on all that is holy to fucking castrate him. That sounds satisfying enough. He groaned as he put pressure on the wound trying to lift himself up off the floor. Everything happened so fast that he didn't really have time to calculate what his dad was doing till it was too late.
He just hoped Sammy- his thought died as he remembered why the hell his dad was even aiming a gun to begin with. It wasn't aimed at him it was aimed at Sam! "Sammy." He groaned out gingerly picking himself up off the dirty carpet.
"Oh god what have I done!"
His dad's guilt ridden voice spurred him into action as he took his hand off his wound to help lift himself up. Once he was up off the carpet he quickly eyed the bed for his brother and all the blood drained from his face. "Sammy." He breathed as he quickly strode over to his brother.
His brother was pale as blood began to soak the crisp white sheets. He only relaxed a millimeter when he noticed it was only a shoulder shot but Sammy was losing blood to fast. His dad was no help as it seemed he was glued in place.
Forgetting his own injury as he grabbed the blankets off the adjacent bed he bunched them up to stop the blood flow. He almost cried when Sam arched his back at the pain. "It's ok," He soothed trying his best to steady his shaky voice. "I've got you."
His own vision was blackening in and out as he too was losing blood. He couldn't pass out now. Trying his best to staunch the blood flow he reached shaky fingers for the first aid kit that they kept by the bedside. His fingers were slipping and sliding as they were covered with blood and he cursed a few times as they kept dropping the item.
"Dean go lay down I've got him. I've got you both." John whispered as he laid a shaky hand on his sons back.
Dean really liked the prospect of lying down but Sammy was his responsibility and his dad was the one who did this in the first place. It was an evil thought but right now Dean just couldn't care.
"Dean sleep."
Dean felt as he was lead to another bed and he could feel as the coming protests were making an entrance. Once his head hit the pillow and he caught sight of Sam again he let his eyes slide close just knowing that his dad would take care of Sam.
Sam could feel someone near him. A soothing hand on his head. He remembered everything from the anger spell, to the vision to even the gun. It all was burned in vivid color in his brain. The last part he remembered in parts. He remembered the gun going off and the pain in his shoulder only to realize that this was his vision. Wasn't that fucking ironic?
Moaning in pain as he tried to shift to find better purchase the person whose hand was currently resting atop his head began to speak.
"It's ok Sammy."
He recognized that voice as his dads. And wasn't that ironic too because his dad was the one that shot him? Figuring now was as good as anytime to open his eyes he pried them open with difficulty as he looked up to see his dad's smiling face.
Where was Dean?
He heard him give off a pained grunt before everything went black. Swallowing a couple of times to get his voice in working order he grunted out. "Where's Dean?"
His dad only gave off a guilty look that sent him on edge. He suddenly became overwhelmed with worry. The bullet was intended for him not for Dean. His dads eyes roamed to the other bed and Sam saw Dean lying peacefully with a bandage covering his shoulder. "Dean." Sam whispered trying to maneuver himself out of his bed.
"Sam just calm down." John soothed as he pushed Sam gently back down.
Sam having no energy fell back under his father's gentle push. His eyes still transfixed on his brother. "What happened?" He asked with fear. What if Dean was hurt worse then he let on?
John smiled again as his guilt shone through. "I shot you Sammy," He sighed as tears escaped. "The bullet grazed Dean and went clean through your shoulder."
Sam sighed out of relief that Dean was at least only grazed and it seemed his father wasn't affected by the anger spell anymore.
"Sammy I'm so sorry," John sobbed as he clutched onto his sons hand. "I was too weak and let you and Dean get hurt."
Sam furrowed his brow in confusion. It was half his fault as much as his dads. Devin needed one of his items as well.
"Dad I know what's going on." He stated to enlighten his dad that he wasn't in the dark.
"Y-yo-you do." John stammered taken aback by the abrupt statement.
"Yeah," Sam said with a shaky laugh. "I know about the anger spell and I don't blame you."
"Don't say that you-"
"No," Sam said sharply effectively cutting his dad off. "I don't blame you and don't blame yourself. I also know who set it."
John's eyes hardened as his tears dried up instantly. "Who."
"Devin." Sam whispered with a shiver. Never in all his life had someone gotten to him like Devin.
John's face if possible tightened more as lines of anger formed. "Sammy go back to sleep and get some rest." John whispered trying to hold back his rage.
"Don't go after him dad please." Sam begged knowing full well what Devin was capable of now.
"I said go to sleep." John barked but then softened his tone as he saw the terrified eyes of his boy. "I have to do this Sammy." He said softly brushing his hand gently through Sam's hair.
"I know." Sam whispered his eyes drooping closed.
"Dean we'll wake up soon so you won't be alone. I'll be back." John whispered lulling Sam to sleep with his gentle carding motions.
"Be careful." Sam slurred as his eyes shut for the final time. He felt his dad's hand tugging the blanket up higher and checking his bandage. After that all was lost as sleep overcame him.
Dean wasn't sure what time it was but he felt well rested for a change as sun light peeked through the tatty curtains and hit his eyes. Blinking his eyes open he stared at the ceiling for a second as he tried to gain his bearings. Rolling his neck around to pop his neck muscles he hissed when pain came to him as his shoulder was engulfed briefly in fire.
As soon as the pain hit it ebbed away. Now he was fully awake as he gingerly sat up in the bed.
Looking to the side to check for his brother like usual suddenly everything came into focus. The anger spell, his dad with a gun. His dad actually shooting the gun. Sam covered in blood. Sam.
Getting up forgetting that he too had been shot he made his way over to Sam as he placed shaky fingers on his brothers neck.
He was relived when a steady pulse came to meet him. "Thank god." He whispered checking Sam over from head to toe doing a visual analysis. His brother's shoulder was heavily bandaged as was his now that he feels that stiffness. His skin color was healthy and he seemed ok concerning the circumstances that he was just shot in the shoulder.
His dad was no where in sight and he found that quite odd since his dad was the one that caused both Winchesters the pain. He figured that yesterday he was on the verge of passing out and his dad somehow convinced him to sleep instead of tacking care of Sam.
Shaking his head of the crazy though he gingerly pushed Sam over on the bed. He was injured to and he needed rest and he still needed to watch out for Sam what better way then to share a bed again. They haven't shared a bed in years but it still makes Dean smile the way Sam somehow manages to find his way into bog brother's bed no matter what age.
"Scoot over jumbo were bunking." He whispered as he eased himself into the bed. Sam mumbled something unintelligible that sounded like pancakes but he brushed it off as he ruffled Sam's hair affectionately. Settling down in the bed he tuned to his good side as he let sleep overtake him wondering where his dad was now.
A sappy recovery chapter that was desperately needed. Next chapter were checking in on ole' John and seeing what he's doing and yes Devin does get his and as I made this goal the next is the last chapter guys. I had to wind it down somehow and what better way then Devin getting his ass kicked? Feedback is appreciated. Thanx Charity