Author's Note: Hello, hey, hi. Yes, it's been a while and I'm sorry for that honestly. My summer's actually been busy. Between friends, family, practice, and my school work for the upcoming year, and the trips in between I haven't had time to sit down and write a chapter. Also, I've been in contact with another writer here on FanFiction by the name of Devil917 who says that she's taking a break from writing, really likes my work, and would like me to sort of…take on one of her stories. I'm not sure if you're familiar with her work but she has really good plots that she feels she isn't going to be able to finish, but she knows that she has people wanting her to finish the ideas, so she's come to me.
She has two unfinished stories, actually, but if I do decide to take them on, I'll only be going one of the two. One is titled, 'Jigsaw', and it's basically where Sam is kidnapped by a person unknown and he gives John and Dean clues as to where to find him. To the man, all of this is a game. It's really interesting.
Her other unfinished story, however, is titled, "Lab Rat", this story is about Sam and Dean getting taken by scientists- but I guess you could call them 'mad scientist' who have found out about Sam's abilities and want to experiment on him to figure out how they can 'control his kind'.
Honestly, both of these look interesting. I've been told that she planned on making both of these fics dark, so I've got my work cut out for me. Of course, I'll change some things, there'll be a different title, but I'm just basically taking the plot for her. This story, 'Ignorance Is Bliss' is almost finished, actually. So as soon as I finish the last chapter, I'll get to work on one of those plots above.
Again, I'm not exactly sure which one I'm going to do, so if one of those looks more interesting than the other, please let me know. Feedback and ideas is always helpful.
Anyway, sorry for the horrendously long Author's Note, but I just wanted to let you guys know what's going on and that I'm still writing and all of that. But without anymore prolonging, here's Chapter 13.
Ignorance Is Bliss, Chapter 13
Kris stumbled back, dropping her bag on the ground instinctively. Her breath hitched in her throat as he stared down the barrel of the handgun. She took a few steps back, trying to make distance between her and the gun, but it was pretty much pointless. Either way, he had her at point-blank range.
"I don't even know how to describe a bitch like you," he said. His eyes were dark, angered. She noted the way he tilted his head to the side just a little to get a better, more head-on, look at her face.
She shook her head and open her mouth; and even though her mouth moved no words came out. She put her hands up and had them cover her mouth.
"It kills me to know there's more people in the world like you."
"I… I'm sorry. I-"
The gun cocked.
She squealed.
The man smirked.
"Sorry? You're sorry that you put two kids in the hospital? You're sorry that you almost killed both of them? You're sorry you hit them? You're sorry?"
Kris nodded rapidly and bit her bottom lip. Nervously, she pushed her stringy hair behind her ears. Her hands were shaking.
"Yes. Yes. I'm sorry. I'm…I'm sick! I need help! I didn't mean to hurt them, I swear! I'm sorry," Kris tried to plead, but it didn't work. The man's facial expression didn't even change. The look in his eye was something she'd always remember. She knew that there was no way to get out of this one.
He took a few steps so he was inside and he slammed the door shut. When the heavy wood connected with the doorframe she flinched.
"Oh my God," she whispered.
The man shook his head.
"You're gonna need a lot more than God, sweetheart."
Kris shook her head, her hair slipping from behind her ears and flying all over the place. By now she was crying, her eyes were red and her tears streamed down her face.
"Please don't kill me," she whispered.
The man only laughed.
"It's too late for me to try and reconsider," he states coldly.
He puts the gun inches from her forehead and without wasting a moment, he pulls the trigger. The aftermath stained the carpet red
-Ignorance Is Bliss-
When the doctor came back he found John in Dean's bed with one arm wrapped around him. Dean was still asleep but he had a noticeably peaceful look on his face now that his father was closer and by his side. John, on the other hand, it was clear that he was worried sick. His face and his eyes were red. The look was unusual on John. He was usually the type of guy that kept everything inside. But instead, here he was: face slack, eyes red from crying, face a pinkish color, hands clammy and shaking as he waited to hear the condition of his youngest son.
The doctor knocked on the door twice to get John's attention.
The first thing John noticed was the blood on his jacket and some on his hands.
He put his hands up, "Please don't let that scare you," the doctor says referring to the blood that was on him. John stood up, careful when he unwrapped himself from around Dean, and stood eye to eye with the other man.
"I'm not going to carry out some explanation," he says, "Sam's alive, he's breathing, and he's stable."
John felt like he'd lose his balance. He bowed his head when he felt the tears brimming again. Quickly, he wiped them away. "Thank God..."
John looked up at the doctor again, half smiling.
"Thank you," he says most sincerely.
"Would you like to see him?" the doctor asked.
Almost immediately, John looked back at Dean. Again, he was conflicted. The doctor said, "Dean will be fine. I'll even have a nurse come sit with him if it'll make you feel better. "
John nodded. "That'd be great."
-Ignorance is Bliss-
The Intensive Care Unit was quiet.
John hovered over Sam who was hooked up to more machines than he was before. Honestly, it was killing John to see them like this.
Sam was pale, and the darkness of his hair against his forehead only made it more apparent. John brushed the hair away and sighed.
"I'm sorry, Sammy."
The beeping of the machines was his only answer.
John smiled a little.
"I'm proud of you, buddy. You're so strong. You always have been, but I'm ever been more thankful for it than I am right now," he let out a small, throaty laugh. "I told them you were a fighter; that you weren't going out that easily...thanks for proving me right, son."
Again, the beeping of the machines filled the silence.
"Dean woke up about an hour ago for a little while," John continues as he tangles his fingers in the ends of Sam's hair. "Don't you think it's your turn now? Don't you think you've slept enough, Sammy?"
John stared down at Sam's closed eyes, then down at his hand, then studied his face as he looked for some kind of reaction out of him. There was none, as John pretty much expected. But a man can hope, can't he?
"You've got me and Dean worried sick about you. But what else is new, right? You know we love you more than anything. Without you... I don't know, we'd go crazy."
He looked back at the door, then at Sam.
"I think I better go back with Dean and wait for Bobby," John halted his hand in Sam's hair, just above his forehead. He gave Sam a soft look, a hopeful look. "Keep fighting, Sammy."
-Ignorance Is Bliss-
By the time John got back to Dean's room the nurse was gone and Bobby had taken her place.
"I thought you'd never get here," John said under his breath.
Bobby looked up at him, then at where Sam's bed used to be.
"Where's Sam?" he asked. John could feel Bobby's nervousness.
John put his head down. "His, uh...his heart had stopped beating and-"
"Oh my God," Bobby cut in. He took a few steps back.
"He's stable now, Bobby. But... damn, this kid, he can't catch a break." John gestures to Dean. "Both of them. Can't we just go a week without come kind of crisis?"
Bobby didn't answer. John didn't expect him to.
"Dean has woken up," the father announced as he walked back over to his oldest son.
"That's great."
"Yeah. He's worried about Sam though. I just, I don't want to tell him, it'd only make him worry more. I don't know."
Bobby scratched his nose. "You're gonna have to tell him eventually."
John shrugged. "I know. I will. I guess I don't really have a choice."
The quiet swept over the room before John spoke up again.
"What the hell took you so long? Your motel is up the street."
Bobby leaned in closer to John, "I had business to take care of."
John looked at him suspiciously. "What kind of business?"
The older hunter tipped his hat a little.
"Lets just say Kris won't be a problem for anyone anymore."
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