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Here's chapter four! Things should start getting interesting now...
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Dantanian smiled. "Hello, Sammy."
Sam looked up blankly at the newcomer in his mind. "P-pet s-s-sorry…"
Dantanian sighed. "My brother really did a number on ya, didn't he?" Dantanian approached the young man and lifted his chin up with a finger. "Though you're more human in here than out there, aren't you?"
Sam gave Dantanian a confused look. "P-pet is… here…"
"Yes, well, because of your… condition, you're the only one I can contact without letting that old man or annoying brother of yours know what I'm up to. Now, can you tell me where you are?"
"Pet doesn't… un-nderstand."
Dantanian chuckled. "Fine. I'll make you understand!" He quickly pinned Sam down, pulling down his pants and grabbing Sam's testicles firmly, causing him to cry out. "Where is your peace!?"
"Wh-what?!" Sam cried.
Dantanian scowled. He tightened his grip on Sam's testicles and started to twist them slowly. "Where… is… your… peace!?"
"Dean!" Sam screamed, tears starting to roll down his face.
"Where is he!?"
"Here!" Sam screamed.
Dantanian gave a disgusted sigh. "Fine." He grabbed Sam's penis and dug his nails in deep, relishing in the scream Sam gave. He released Sam, who fell back onto the floor, sobbing and curling desperately into fetal position. "I'll try later," Dantanian sneered, "when I have a way of making you a little more coherent."
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"De!" Sam screamed.
Dean jumped at the sudden outburst from his previously placid brother. "Sammy?!"
"Peeee! Ahhh peeee!"
Dean grabbed Sam's arms and forced eye contact. "What?"
"De… ahh-ree! sahh-ree, De!"
Dean felt tears prickle his eyes. It was becoming a too-familiar sensation. "Why are you sorry, Sammy?"
"Dah… tah… ahh… ni-in… sahh-ree! De! Mahhh… peee...!"
Unable to understand what his brother was desperately trying to say, Dean just wrapped his arms around Sam and rocked him back and forth. Not knowing what Sam wanted, Dean didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything. He just rubbed his brother's back and pet his hair comfortingly.
"Peee… Mahhh peee…" Sam mumbled.
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Bobby checked out of the pharmacy with a small bag of painkillers and headache pills. Between Sam and Dean, they were going through a bottle a week each. Bobby had never been more thankful for credit card scams.
As he drove home, his truck started to rattle and the engine eventually sputtered and died. Bobby cursed the ancient machinery as he pulled over and opened the lid. A cloud of smoke erupted from its metal confinements making Bobby cough and hack.
"Great. This is just fcking great!"
Bobby grabbed a toolbox from the back of the truck and got to working on the engine.
In the woods at the edge of the road, a dark shadow waited for its chance…
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Dean was working on the laptop, researching mental conditions, when Metallica rung our from his pocket. He frowned as he looked at the caller id. Bobby's cell.
He flipped it open. "Hello?"
"Mr. Sniderson?"
"Yes? Who is this? Why do you have Bobby's phone!?"
"My name's Mark, I'm a paramedic from the Diablo Hospital. We have Mr. Singer here…"
"Hospital?! What happened what's wrong?!"
"We need you come in, sir."
Dean looked down hesitantly at Sam, who was sleeping peacefully, curled up in Dean's lap. "I don't know if I'll be able to…"
"Well, is there anyone else we could contact? Family, other friends…"
"No… we're it… Alright, I'll be there as soon as I can." Dean shut his cell phone off and shook Sam's shoulder gently. "Sam. Sammy. Wakey, wakey…"
"Mmm…" Sam opened his eyes and looked up at his brother with blurry eyes. "De…?"
"C'mon. I need you to come with me." Dean gently lifted Sam's head and stood, dragging Sam up with him.
"Ahh…. ahh - ah! Meehhhh!"
"I know, I know…" Dean had a bad feeling about this, but what other choice did he have?
After he put Sam's and his own shoes on, Sam latched onto Dean's arm. His head rested on his big brother's shoulder. "Sahh-ree…" he mumbled over and over again.
Dean slowly and steadily led Sam out to the Impala. Knowing Sam wouldn't let go of him, Dean led Sam to the driver's side and slid Sam in first. It was difficult to drive with his left hand, but he managed. Honestly, Dean knew this was the easy part.
The hard part would be making sure the hospital doesn't take Sam away.
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Dean sat in an office, his knee jerking up and down in anticipation. Sam kneeled on the floor in front of him, his fists clenching tightly to Dean's jeans and his head resting on Dean's knee. Dean had a hand resting on Sam's hand, drawing a small amount of comfort from the touch. For pure appearances, Dean wanted Sam to sit in the chair next to him, but doubted he'd have the heart to face Sam's look of desolation as Dean broke contact with him.
The doctor walked in and raised an eyebrow at the strange sight but said nothing. He closed the door behind him and walked to his desk. "You're Mr. Sniderson?"
"Dean."
"Dean. And this is…?"
"My brother… Sam."
The doctor knelt down in front of Sam and smiled. "Hi, Sam. I'm Dr. Reed." Sam didn't turn his head or acknowledge the doctor in anyway. He just kept his eyes squarely on his brother's face. Dr. Reed looked up at Dean. "Is he alright?"
"He's… been through some trauma recently."
The doctor nodded and left it at that. He stood back up and went to sit at his desk. "Mr. Singer was found near his car this morning at the edge of Umpirian Rd. He was found unconscious with no sign of injury."
"So how is he now?"
Dr. Reed sighed. "He's in a coma…"
"What?!" Dean held Sam's head slightly tighter by reflex, making Sam give a small whimper. "Sorry, Sammy…" Dean whispered.
"Sahh-ree, Sahh-ree, Sahh-ree..." Sam softly cried.
Dean sighed and looked back up at the doctor who held a neutral face. "Why is he in a coma?"
"Honestly, we don't know. His vitals are strong, and there hasn't seemed to be any recent trauma. He's… just in a deep sleep… Is there anything about Mr. Singer that we should know about?"
"No. Not that I'm aware of."
"No history of mental conditions or dependency…"
"No. Healthy as a horse."
Dr. Reed sighed as he wrote a few more notes on the patients file.
"Can we see him?"
"Yes… give me a moment." Finishing the last scribble, the doctor got up. "This way please."
The doctor waited as Dean slowly got his brother to stand and slowly led him to the door. Dr. Reed frowned at the sight. "If you don't mind me asking, Mr. Snid – Dean... has your brother gotten any professional help?"
Dean glared at him. "No."
"Oh. Well… as much as you may not want to… I think it might be for your brother's best interest if he does."
"Sam's fine. We'll get through."
Knowing he couldn't force Dean into taking any action and knowing by his voice tone that there was no way Dean was changing his mind, Dr. Reed gave a small nod before leading him to Bobby's room.
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