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Chapter 29
Needless to say, John left soon after the doctors announcement. He had made his excuses, which had sounded feeble to Sam who
knew better, leaving his two sons alone. Sam did not mind. He did not try to stop him. He recognised that look in Johns eyes after
the doctor had mentioned a possible "curse". It was a gleam of triumph. Sam could relate. Now, after days of feeling helpless and
inability, his father could do something to help one of his children. Sam was grateful for that, knowing that John would help to sort
Dean out as best he could. Sam had been alone for two hours. The curtains were still pulled around Dean. He was still confined to
the hospital bed. He was not worried about his brother now. If someone, and he had a good idea who, was doing that to his brother
it would be unlikely that they would kill him until they'd revealed their agenda. The fifteen-odd years hunting had taught him that a lot
of the things they hunted loved to brag about the evil they had commited. His mind was not concerned with that. He was thinking of
the "dream" he had had. The one in which he had seen himself burn in a wardrobe with Dean laying immobile on a hospital bed. It
was too much of a concidence. First this dream then the situation with Dean. They had to be related. If he accepted that the dream
as a reality then the demon was coming for them. He tried not to notice the wardrobe at the end of room. He would tell his father
when he returned. He was not looking forward to that conversation. In his dream, he and Dean had been alone with the thing and his
father was nowhere to be seen. This was one dream he could not ignore. If the demon was resurfacing, he had to be there to fight.
He had to be there for his father. And for Dean.
"Dean," he whispered to the curtain, wondering if he Dean could hear him at some level. He hoped that he could.
"You don't need to worry. I am going to fix everything for you. If that bastard is coming for us, I am not going down without a fight."
Sam smiled, imagining Deans reaction. Telling him this way saved a massive headache.
He was resolutely ignoring all thoughts about the start of his dream...You are going to be too valuable to me and my kind...
"Don't worry, I am just going to use the spell... you remember the hunt when I was twelve. The possesed guy with the super
strength. He was beating our asses until dad used that strength spell. It'll be easy.Last minute schemes always work out for you all,
hopefully it'll be the same for me."
Sam stopped talking. He concentrated, trying to remember the spell. He longed for his laptop at that point. It would make this so
much easier. However, he did not have that and did not think his dad would willingly give him it.
"Come on.." he muttered, aware of the danger closing in.
The words on the screen in front of John Winchester were blurring. He rubbed them and sighed. He had no idea were to start
looking for the evil hurting his child. He was itching to hunt. He had spent the past two hours checking each of the staff and patients
on the ward for any irregularities. He hadn't found any. Frustratingly, the ward in which his sons were housed, also served as a
temporary home to three single mothers, a drunk who'd wrapped his car aroud a pole and a comatose eighty year old. Nothing out
of the ordanary. He resisted the urge to slam the keyboard. It was very tempting.
SOMETHING WAS COMING AFTER HIS SON!
Every urge in his body, every instinct inbuilt in his mentality was telling him to fight. They were screaming at him to protect his
children. But he did not know what was happening. Something was going after
Dean! His cell phone rang, it buzzed around the table just beside his hand. He took it wearily, checked the ID and flipped it open.
"Missouri" he greeted, not bothering to mask the fear in his voice. Missouri would have heard it anyway.
"John Winchester. You need to get to your boys."
John frowned. The last time he had spoken to Missouri Sammy was still at Stanford.
"Wh-"
"Don't waste time man. It's coming for them! They're in danger. You have to stop it."