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Supernatural
Three days, it had been three days since Dean had been taken, and Sam was like a caged animal. He kept to himself; in the spare bedroom they kept Cass's unconscious form. Sam kept going back to when he opened the door, when he found Castiel in a comatose state lying across the bed. Anna had tried and tried to wake him up, but whoever took Joshua made sure Cass couldn't tell them what Josh may or may not have told him. Sam wasn't going to leave until the angel woke up, if he woke up. No, he will wake up. Dean's life depends on him waking up.
"Sam, Bobby wants you to eat something," Anna said from the doorway. He never heard her arrival, she was like a vampire, nor did he acknowledge her presence.
"Sam, you need to eat," Anna repeated crossing the room to stand next to him.
"Not until he wakes up and tells me where Dean is," Sam said tonelessly, sitting against the wall in the same position he'd been in for the past three hours.
"But Joshua may not have told Cass where Dean is."
"Then why's he unconscious Anna? Why did the angels or whatever knock Cass out if he didn't know? Answer me that." Sam didn't mean to get snippy with Anna, but he had to siphon his anger somewhere.
"Look, Pamela will be here in a few hours. Maybe she can tell us," Anna said with understanding in her voice. She had a soft spot for Dean, Sam knew it, and she wanted to see him back just as much as Sam did.
"What can Pamela do, honestly?" Sam asked his eyes drifting to the floor. The psychic was good, Sam gave her that, but she wasn't that good. She was too stubborn, a stubbornness that lost her, her eyesight.
"Maybe she can tell us what's up with Cass. I don't really know which is shocking." Anna settled down on the floor, next to Sam. She looked over at Castiel, who looked just like a normal man in sleep.
"Maybe she can't," Sam muttered darkly.
"Are you giving up? You of all people, Sam?" Anna sounded genuinely surprised.
"Why would you even think about asking me something like that? I would never, ever give up on Dean. I'm not like the angels." Sam glared at the angel, but still couldn't be entirely mad at her. The way he was speaking, and thinking, told him his subconscious was giving up.
"Then have some faith in Pamela. She helped me figure out who I was. She may be able to help you figure out where Dean is." Anna pushed herself to her feet, still staring at the hunter. "I still think you should eat something."
Sam grunted his response, both about faith in Pamela and the suggestion of eating something, and leaned his head against the wall.
"Sam, we'll find your brother. Don't worry," Anna said from the doorway. Sam merely looked at her, but she was gone. A freaking vampire; just like a freaking vampire.
SUPERNATURAL
"Sam," Ruby heard the weak voice say. He had been calling his brother for an hour, his dad before that. Ruby never thought she'd see Dean Winchester this way, so vulnerable and scared. If she didn't need Sam she wouldn't bat an eye at killing the young hunter. Instead she got up on her knees, her ribs screaming in protest, and ran a hand through Dean's sweaty hair.
"Shh, Shh, you're okay," she murmured still stroking his heated forehead.
"I'm sorry, Sammy. I tried to keep you safe," the delirious hunter whispered. His eyes were open, glassy green pupils looking directly at Ruby, but not really seeing her.
"You did keep him safe," Ruby said softly. His sweat was drenching her hand, but she knew that contact was the only thing keeping the hunter calm. He mumbled something else then drifted off again, his eyes closing.
His fever had spiked the day before. She didn't have an exact way of telling, but if Ruby had to guesstimate she'd say it was a few degrees over 100. She knew that wasn't the ideal temperature, but she had no way of treating him.
She checked on his leg, loosening the tourniquet to get a closer look. Blood started leaking out of the wound, covering his jeans. Ruby ignored it, pulling the fabric away from the wound. Infection hadn't quite set in, yet, but the wound was inflamed. Only a matter of time, Ruby thought pulling the belt tight again, but not as tight as before.
She moved onto the wrist. That was swollen, worse than when he first received it, three days before. Ruby wished she had a way to treat it, but when she banged on the door, asking for something to help the hunter, the door merely opened and a huge demon pushed her to the ground. "Strict orders from the boss, not allowed to help the hunter." That was all the demon said before slamming the door again.
"You know something, Winchester. For someone who wants you as bait, I'm surprised Alastair is doing so little to help you," Ruby muttered pulling her hand away from Dean's sweaty forehead. She sat on the floor, pulling her knees painfully to her chest.
"And how, Ruby, do you know I'm using him as bait," a portentous voice said from the door. Ruby's eyes flicked over to the sound and saw Alastair staring directly at her. He had changed bodies from the last time she saw him.
"Well, you just told me and I kind of figured," Ruby replied getting painfully to her feet. Her ribs still hurt a bit after Ava's beating. Not enough to slow her down, but enough to make her take notice when she did simple things: like move.
"You were always a smart ass," Alastair muttered. He had something in his hands that Ruby didn't notice before. It was a green sack, slightly smaller than the one Ruby seen Dean and Sam use for their weapons.
"What's that?" Ruby asked nodding toward the bag.
"What you asked for," Alastair replied simply and threw the bag on the floor at Ruby's feet.
"I thought you didn't want to help him."
"I can't have him dying, now can I? Without him I'll never get Castiel."
"What could you possibly want with that angel? You can't kill him."
"You don't have to remind me, Ruby, I know," Alastair said trying and failing to hide his irritation. His face was impassive, his voice back in control, when he said, "I think Castiel would be a great way for Lucifer to start out his reign. Killing that angel, the one who pulled the most wanted hunter out of hell, would be the greatest gift to give him."
"I doubt Lucifer gives a rat's ass about Dean getting pulled out of hell. He'll probably just kill him in passing, not really giving him a second glance," Ruby muttered nonchalantly.
"Maybe. It'll probably be the little Winchester he wants. Sammy," Alastair said. "I could have had him here, too, but my daughter had a soft spot for the kid. She sensed some potential in Sam, something that Dean holds him back from. Something you've been helping him bring out. Besides, the other side probably wouldn't bat an eyelash for him; it's this Winchester they want." Alastair ran a hand thought Dean's drenched hair. "Don't let him die, Ruby. We can't have that." Alastair wiped Dean's sweat off his hand, onto the hunter's torn shirt, and walked toward the door.
"Why? Dead or alive I doubt the angels will come for him," Ruby replied regretting opening her mouth.
"Because he needs to live up to his potential, too," Alastair replied not even turning around, his hand still on the door. "You should have seen him, Ruby, down in the pit. He was a natural, he really was, and when he pulls his head out of the clouds he'll realize it was his true calling: torturing souls." And with those words ringing in the air Alastair left, closing the huge metal door with a loud bang.