Summary: Sequel to 'Anything But Normal.' After Sam was released John decided Sam needed help with his abilities, enter Missouri Mosley. Can Missouri help Sam before the Demon helps himself to Sam? This is a Wee!Chester story. Sam Angst! Dean Angst! And no Winchester story would be complete without a protective Dean torturing Sammy.
A/N: I hope to continue this story for a long time and hopefully I can, but if you want me to continue this Angsty teenage Winchester story keep up the great reviews. Hope you enjoy this chapter. This is the thrid time I corrected it. Hope I got them all (my damn accent ruins everything)
Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural. And I am not affiliated with the CW Network…Why is life so cruel.
Unexpected
Missouri rushed to Sam's side. The young teenager was sweating and trembling violently and the heat was radiating off his body like a furnace. "Dean, something's wrong with Sam. We got to wake him up, now!" Missouri was starting to yell and that scared Dean.
Dean quickly jumped out of the comfort of his bed and ran the short distance to his brother's. He almost immediately felt the same intense heat that Missouri felt. "I can run a cold bath. It'll wake him up and bring his temperature down." Dean said as his brotherly instincts starting to kick in. Missouri nodded and this idea, but inside her heart she knew something else wrong.
Missouri was undressing the youngest Winchester when Dean walked back into the room. "What the hell are you doing to my brother?" Dean asked angrily. He immediately regretted his tone and choice of words when he saw Missouri look up at him, the old saying was really true "hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn." "Sorry Missouri."Dean said quickly
"His clothes were soaked in sweat and I am not about to put that boy in my tub with all those clothes on." Missouri confessed, before catching some dirty looks from Dean, "… Believe me Dean your brother doesn't have anything I haven't seen before. Besides I am only stripping him down to his boxers."
"The bath is ready. Do you want me to carry him?" Dean asked
"No Dean, not after your attack. I will carry Sam." Missouri said as she lifted the teenager off the bed and carried, half dragged, him into the bathroom. It wasn't an easy task for the barely five feet tall woman. Dean saw her struggle and decided to help, despite his weakness.
Missouri new Dean only wanted to help so she allowed him to put Sam into the tub, besides her back was killing her. She watched intently as he lower his brother into the tub and held him above water.
Sam immediately reacted with a pained cry for help. And it aggrieved Dean to watch his little brother as he moaned and fought violently against the water, before his green eyes flew open when a look of pure agony embedded inside them.
"Sam? Sammy you are all right." Dean whispered into Sam's ear. Sam instantly calmed down and Missouri stepped in.
"Sam, do you remember what happened?"
Sam tried to answer, shivers wreaking havoc upon his body, "the demon… told me to… Kill… De-Dean…I couldn't cc-con-control mmysellfff… I failed…sssooooo….Took mmeee…Hell." Sam was shivering violently now. "'Mmmmm ccoldd….Deaa-"
"I know Sammy. I'll get you out there." Dean said as he lifted his shivering brother out of the tub of cold water, with Missouri's help of course.
"Sam, you feel and all right?" Dean asked sitting his heavy eyed, pale brother down the bed.
"'Mm fine Deeaaaa…" Sam said eyes closing.
"Damn TBI. It's making his visions…everything worst than it already is for Sam." Missouri nodded agreeing with Dean.
"I'll go get his medicine. Maybe it will make his night less miserable." Missouri said as she walked out of the room.
"Dean?"
"Yeah Sam?" Dean asked tiredly
"You'll protect me from it right? You'll protect me from the man with the yellow eyes?"
Dean looked at Sam curiously. He sounded so young and broken; nothing like the independent teenage he was just a few weeks ago. "Yeah Sam. I will protect you. Always and Forever." Sam smiled dumbly. "Bitch"
"Jeeerk" Sam shivered as his eyes closed and he gave into the comfort of sleep.
"Is he asleep?" Dean whipped around and saw Missouri in the door frame with a tall glass of water and several pill bottles.
"Yeah, he just fell asleep. Want me to wake him up?" Dean said looking at his slinky teenage brother.
"Let him sleep. He can take you when he wakes up." Missouri looked up at Dean her abilities picking up his distress. "You want to talk?"
"No, but I got a feeling you are going to talk to me anyway." Dean said with a smile.
"One day Dean. One day that mouth will get you in trouble." Missouri said lightly before her concern shifted, "Sam is in trouble Dean."
"Are you talking about what Sam said in the bathroom?" Dean asked as he thought back to his brother's panted words.
"Yes, and if what Sam said is true me, your father, and especially yourself are in tremendous danger."
"So you think we should call dad?" Missouri nodded and handed Dean a wireless phone.
John Winchester, Charleston, South Carolina
John Winchester sat in his truck outside the graveyard. He had named and located the woman in white. The picture he found of her in an old newspaper article made him think of Mary. Her name was Elizabeth Wales, just another southern Belle. It was tragic how she died. Hit by her husband truck. He was too busy with the sexual pleasure he was getting in the front sit of her car to notice his wife walking across the street, at a crosswalk.
"It really was tragic John. Don't ya think?"
John's blood froze as he heard that voice. It was so familiar. He turned his head so fast his neck cracked. His misery only got worse when he saw yellow eyes staring at him in the passenger seat. "What the hell are you doing here? What do you want, you sonuvabitch?"
"I just want to talk Johnny boy. I know you are a little worried about your sons. I just wanted to tell you I'm taking real good care of them, especially Sammy." The demon teased.
"What the fuck did you do? Tell me." John yelled as he saw the demon smile. "Tell me, damn it!"
"Nothing yet Johnny boy, but I will soon enough, starting with you." Before John knew what hit him his vision was darkening. His sons' names rolling off his tongue quietly...
"Sammy? Dean?"
Lawrence, Kansas
"Dad's not answering," Dean said. He had been calling his dad every five minutes for the last hour. "He told us to call if there was a problem. Where is he?"
"Dean, you know John. He is probably just caught up in the excitement of the hunt, or out of range." Missouri told Dean, but inside she was just as nervous as Dean. "Go… go check on your brother and then try to get some rest, again. I'll keep trying."
Missouri gave Dean a fake smile as he walked up the stairs and disappeared behind a door.
"Now, Missouri, you know good and well Dean won't even close his eyes until he knows his brother and father are okay, or at least until Sam is a little better." Missouri looked up at the door, "Thank god I don't have children."
End of Chapter 4-Unexpected
Chapter 5 and 6 are already written and I will put them up later this week.
preview of Chapter five: ...Missouri got off the floor. The doorbell had rung. "Who is it?" Missouri yelled through the door. "Missouri, it's John."
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