Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 13
Disclaimer: Everything recognizable in this story belongs to the CW and Kripke. I'm just playing in their sandbox for a little while.
Warning: Language as usual, they are hunters you know.
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Previously: "Holy crap Sammy, you sure are a mess." Dean whispered as he heard the sounds of his dad's fist slamming into Hank again. He knew his dad needed the release right now and he really couldn't blame him for it. He also knew that John trusted him implicitly when it came to Sam and knew that he would take care of his baby brother. Seeing a first aid kit sat on the bed in front of him, Dean smiled his thanks to Caleb and then went to work on taking care of the most important person in his life.
Watching Hank lying unconscious in the middle of the floor, his face a mass of dark bruises, John was finally able to reign in his anger. Huffing from over exertion, he scanned the room until his eyes rested on his boys. Sammy lay on a dirty mattress with Dean's leather jacket covering his midriff and Dean was tending to his baby brother's wounds with tender, loving care. Taking a shaky breath, John walked over towards the makeshift bed and took a close up look at just how badly his baby was hurt. "Sammy!" He whispered with a shaky breath as he saw the state his youngest child was in.
"He's hurt bad, we need to get him to a hospital." Dean informed his father without ever looking up as he placed a brace around Sammy's hand to keep it immobile as possible. "There's no way we can fix this one ourselves."
"Shit Dean, if we do that, chances are they're going to call in CPS and bar us from seeing him. Hell, they'll probably take him and hide him away before the doctor can ever tell us how he is." John said as he ran his fingers through his hair. Sammy was under the age of eighteen and therefore the doctor's were required to report suspected cases of abuse to child welfare. "What the hell am I supposed to do?"
"Don't you think I know that." Dean stated with obvious fear in his voice. "But we have to chance it. His injuries are to severe to even think about handling them ourselves this time."
"Damn that son of a bitch to hell for putting us in this mess." John yelled as he punched the wall beside him feeling as though he were between a rock and a hard place. Either way he chose, he could possibly lose his youngest son.
"John, I think I have a solution." Bobby voiced as he placed a calming hand on the eldest Winchester's shoulder. "Do you remember about eight years back when Bill Harvelle was mauled by that bearwalker we were hunting?"
"Damn it Bobby, what the hell does that have to do with what's happening now?" John queried with exasperation. He wasn't interested in no freaking hunt that happened years ago when he baby was lying on that mattress gravely wounded.
"Listen for just a minute ya damn idjit." Bobby said biting back his own anger, easily understanding John's anxiety right now. "If you'll remember, the doctor who tended to Bill was an ex-hunting friend of his, man by the name of Jurgen. His clinic is only a forty five minute drive from here, thirty if we take the back roads.
"That's brilliant Bobby, how the hell could I have forgotten about him?" John questioned knowing immediately that Sammy would be in good hands there. Even though the clinic was relatively small, Jurgen had state of the art equipment and an up-to-date operating room to handle the hunters that came through his clinic every so often. Since the clinic was staffed by his own family members, they wouldn't have to worry about being reported to Child Welfare Services.
"Dean have Sammy ready to go in five, I'm going to go get his pajama bottoms out of the trunk. We can at least give him that dignity while carrying him into the clinic." John told his oldest as he went to fetch the sleep pants. Passing by an unconscious Hank on the way, John gave him a swift kick in the side while promising more retribution to come when he got back.
Once John returned with the sleep pants, he quickly placed them on Sammy and then gently pulled them up over him being careful not to injure him anymore than he already was. Turning around to face the others, he asked, "Josh, Caleb, can you keep that bastard under lock and key until we get back? I've got to get Sammy to the clinic as soon as possible!"
"You can count on it." Joshua informed his hunting friend with a tight smile. There was no way he was allowing Hank to escape after everything he had done to the kid he thought of as one of his own.
Once John was satisfied that Hank would be kept under wraps until he got back, John tenderly lifted his unconscious young son and cradled him to his chest. He sighed as Sammy whimpered in pain. Lord knows how bad the kid was hurting for him to do so while in a state of unconscious.
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Jurgen was just locking up his clinic for the night when he saw a big black car winding it's way down the driveway. As it got closer, he recognized it as 1967 Chevy Impala and whistled in appreciation. He hoped that whoever was in the car could wait to be seen until the morning because he was feeling pretty tired after a long day.
A the car screeched to a halt, Jurgen thought he recognized the man sitting in the front passenger seat. If he wasn't mistaken, it was Bill's friend Bobby Singer. Seeing two men climb out of the car, Jurgen could recognize just from the way that they carried themselves that they were indeed hunters. He watched as the younger man turned around to open a door to the back seat as the other walked towards him.
"Hi Jurgen, I don't know if you remember me, but I'm a friend of Bill Harvelle's…."
"Bobby Singer right? I thought it was you but I couldn't be sure." Jurgen said as he reached out to shake the man's hand. "Look, I was closing up for the night, can this wait?"
"Sorry doc, but it's your services that we're in desperate need of." Bobby answered as John pulled Sammy from the car with Dean climbing out behind them.
"Son of a…what the hell happened to him?" Jurgen stated as he laid eyes on the limp form in John's arms."
"He was tortured doc, and he's in a real bad way." Bobby answered as Jurgen unlocked the door to allow them entrance into the clinic. Flipping on lights as he walked through the building, he had the hunters follow him to a treatment room and them motioned for the other hunter to put the kid on the bed.
I need to know his name, exactly what happened to him and if he's shown any signs of consciousness" Jurgen said as he began to assess the kid. "And don't feed me a line of bullshit either. I need to know everything if I am going to be able to help him."
John was immediately impressed with the doctor's demeanor, the man was straightforward and he knew that the doc wouldn't lie to them about Sammy's condition. " My son's name is Sam. He was kidnapped and tortured by a sadistic hunter who wanted revenge on me. He tortured my kid by beating the shit out of him, taking a hammer to his hand, shooting him in the leg, used shock trauma on his uh…groin area, and I'm not sure what else he might have done. Sammy woke up a couple of times on the drive over, but he was never really lucid."
Shaking his head, Jurgen sadly replied, "I'm sorry, it's a shame to think some humans are more monstrous than the things out there in the dark."
"You've got that right!" Dean growled forcefully as he tried to curtail his anger once again. "Uh, there's one more thing you should know doc. When we found him, Sammy was naked from the waist down. I'm afraid that he could have uh, that that monster might have ra…" Dean stopped not willing to say the word aloud.
"I'll make sure I do a rape kit on him then." The doctor replied with a sorrowful expression as he continued his examination. The kid was too young to have gone through everything that he was just told, he hoped it wasn't made a hundred times worse by a sexual assault too. Unwrapping the splint and bandages from around Sammy's right hand, he gasped at the sight. "Holy crap, I knew his hand was going to look bad, but….Sam is definitely going to need surgery on this hand if I am going to have a chance of saving it, and I can't even promise you that." Jurgen said seeing the badly swollen hand and broken fingers. "Just from looking at his fingers, I can tell you that the ring one is going to need a steel screws to hold the broken pieces of bone together."
"When can you operate?" John questioned as he squeezed Sam's other hand while carding his fingers through Sammy's hair.
"Well, I'd like to give him some anti-inflammatory drugs with your permission to reduce the swelling and then possibly operate tomorrow morning. I warn you though, to keep Sam from flexing his hand the first forty-eight hours after surgery, I plan to keep him in a medically induced coma, otherwise the surgery will have been for nothing. His hand will have to be kept perfectly still just after the surgery." Jurgen responded in answer to the question.
"Go ahead doc, you do whatever is best for my son." John agreed as he watched the doctor remove Sam's pajama bottoms and assess the damage done to his family jewels so to say. He grimaced when Sam moaned unconsciously as the doctor prodded the aggravated area.
Finishing up with his assessment, Jurgen said, "I'll give him something to make him as comfortable as possible for the night and get the anti-inflammatory drugs started. If the swelling goes down enough overnight, then I'll operate in the morning."
"Thanks doc" John said as he watched the doctor wash up before leaving the room to get the needed drugs to start an I.V. on Sam. He would spend the night at the clinic with his youngest and be there for the surgery, but as soon as he knew that Sammy was going to be fine, he was going back to the cabin and starting a little torture of his own on the trash that called himself a hunter.
Knowing the he needed to inform his oldest of his plans, he squeezed Dean's shoulder and said, "Listen Ace, as soon as Sammy's surgery is over tomorrow and I know he's going to be fine, I'm heading back to the cabin and making Hank pay for every single hurt he inflicted on your baby brother. The doc said he is going to keep Sammy under for at least forty-eight hours which means Sammy won't even know that we're not here if you'd like to come with me. I know how much you want to make that bastard pay yourself."
"Dad, I want so bad to get my bare hands on that prick's neck and choke the life out of him for what he did, but I can't leave Sammy alone, I won't. One of us needs to be here just in case Sammy wakes up. " Dean said as he watched Sammy sleeping, lines of pain crossing his face every now and then.
"That's what I was hoping you would say." John said with pride just as the doctor walked back into the room.
"I'm going to start Sam's I.V. now. Not only am I going to start him on the anti-inflammatory drugs, but I am going to give him a strong pain medication that will make him sleep through the night." Jurgen informed his patient's family as he inserted the I.V. into Sam's left hand and then left the room.
After Jurgen exited the room, the three hunters pulled up a chair forming a protective barrier around Sammy in full on protection mode. Nothing was going to get to the youngest Winchester tonight without them knowing about it first.
TBC I know I promised John getting payback in this chapter, but Sammy had to get seen to first. I promise you will see the payback started in the next chapter.