A Hiccup in Time Ch. 30
Disclaimer. I do not own anything recognizable in this story, nor am I making a profit from it.
Author's Note: My niece has finally been released from the hospital after nearly six weeks. Thank you for the many prayers that helped to speed her recovery and get her home!!!!
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Previously: Once Sam was resting more comfortably, John left him in Dean's care while he went to find Bobby to help with the protective wards. He didn't want to admit it, but Sam's vision had scared the hell out of him. He didn't want to be the one responsible for hurting his kids in that way. He would rather die than be taken over by that yellow eyed bastard and be forced to hurt his boys.
As Bobby put the finishing touches on the devil's trap in front of the door, he wondered if the things he was doing would be enough to keep Sam's vision from coming true. The last thing the Winchester family needed to deal with was a possession. "Why the hell can't they ever seem to catch a break?" He wondered as he added the last intricate design that would hopefully keep the yellow eyed demon out. He couldn't believe after all this time that the bane of their lives was still causing such pain and heartache for the small family.
Rubbing a hand through his salt and pepper beard, Bobby thought about the sigils and wards that were hidden under the hubcaps the lined the side wall of his house. They were well hidden and would present the first line of defense against any demons trying to enter the house. Hell, he knew that they were mainly for stopping lower level demons, but hopefully it would make one like that yellow eyed bastard think before it made it's move. Hearing the sounds of footsteps on the stairs, he turned to see John coming into the room.
"How's Sam doing?" Bobby questioned as he stood up and placed the small can of paint and the brush on a shelf that he had used to paint the devil's trap.
"He was in a lot of pain. His head was hurting him so badly that it had him throwing up." John answered with a sigh as he ran a hand shakily through his dark hair. "When I left him and Dean, Sam had finally drifted off to sleep with a cool washcloth over his eyes. Dean's keeping watch over him if you need any help down here."
"Nah, just finished up." Bobby informed John as he pulled his ball cap off and ran his fingers through his hair before putting it back on. He could tell by looking at John that his friend had something on his mind and needed to talk. "What's on your mind John, I can tell something's bothering you so fess up?"
With a big sigh, John rubbed his hand along his cheek and said, "Bobby I don't mind telling you man I'm scared. If push comes to shove and Sammy's vision comes true, I want you to promise to kill me before I can even think about hurting my boys."
"John, I…." Bobby began only to be cut off.
"Please Bobby, I couldn't live with myself knowing I had hurt either one of my sons in that way. You know Dean could never do it, and Sam…"
"Could be Sammy at the time." Bobby finished the statement knowing what was on John's mind. "John, I promise to do as you ask, but only as a last resort, only if it comes down to those boys or you." Bobby silently prayed that he would never have to face that situation knowing it would destroy him inside.
"Thanks man." John said with a tight smile. He didn't want to die, but he would do it a thousand times over if it meant protecting his boys and keeping them from getting hurt. "It's a shame Sam's visions can't give us some idea to keep the possession from happening."
"Son of a bitch, I can't believe I didn't think of this before." Bobby said as he took off up the stairs, taking them three at a time. He needed to get something out of that old locked chest he kept in his room upstairs.
What the hell?" John though to himself as he watched his friend abruptly end their conversation and take off up the steps. Feeling the dire need for a cup of strong black coffee, he walked over to the brewing pot and poured some of the steaming liquid into a cup and sat down at the table to contemplate everything that had happened within the past few hours.
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While Dean sat watching his younger brother sleep, he silently cursed the demon for putting such a heavy burden on Sam when he was in no shape to handle what he had seen. No wonder the poor kid was sick. Adult Sam could barely handle the visions and now he was being forced to endure one with the body of a three year old. It's a miracle that his brain could handle the pressure put upon it from the vision. Reaching out to brush the sweaty bangs from Sam's eyes, he could feel the slight tremors running through his brother's body even in sleep. "Damn it, why do things always have to happen to you?" He whispered wishing he could take some of Sam's burdens and carry them for him.
As he continued watching his baby brother, he noticed him beginning to whimper. "Damn it, you can't even find peace when you're sleeping." He whispered as he stroked Sam's face with his thumb trying to lull him back into a peaceful sleep. He hated the fact that Sam rarely ever got a full night's rest lately knowing the toll it must be taking on his brother's well being. His ministrations didn't work however and he watched the tears begin to fall from Sam's eyes as he sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes with his fists before sticking his thumb in his mouth.
"Sammy what's wrong?" Dean queried knowing right away that little Sammy was visiting once again. He bit on his bottom lip wondering if Sammy would remember the vision that Sam had had with the yellow eyed demon. It scared the crap out of him to even think about little Sammy finding out about the yellow eyed demon since they had kept the knowledge of the supernatural world hidden away from him until he had read their dad's journal at the age of eight and learned the truth about what their dad did.
With his bottom lip quivering and tears cascading down his small face, Sammy stopped sucking on his thumb long enough to answer. "I no feel good Deanie. It hurting right here." He said as he pointed to his scrunched up forehead.
"Aw kiddo, I'm sorry you don't feel so good." Dean said as he pulled Sammy into his arms and hugged him to his chest. "What do you say we go downstairs and see if Uncle Bobby has some baby aspirin to get rid of that nasty headache?" Dean felt Sammy nod his head against his chest and stood to go in search of the needed medicine. Making his way quickly down the stairs he saw his dad sitting at the table cradling a cup of coffee between his hands with a worried look upon his face.
"Dad, you okay?" He questioned as he walked over to the table with a softly sobbing Sammy cradled to his chest.
"Yeah, just tired and thinking." John answered as he looked questioningly towards Sam and raised his eyebrows with a quizzical look. He could see the tear tracks on Sammy's face as he sucked his thumb between sobs. "Dean, what's wrong with your brother?"
"Sammy woke up with a headache. I was going to see if Bobby had any baby aspirin." Dean answered as he glanced around the kitchen. "By the way, where is he?"
"He ran up the steps a few minuts ago cursing about something he should have thought about before." John informed his oldest as he walked over to his jacket and pulled out a bottle of St. Joseph's Baby Aspirin out of the front pocket. Popping the child proof cap, he shook one out into his hand and got a sippy cup and put some juice into it. "Sammy, I need you take this medicine for daddy." John said as he bent down in front of his youngest and held out his hand.
He watched as Sammy eyed the medicine and then shook his head no before turning his head back into the crook of Dean's neck. Sammy always did hate to take medicine as a child.
"Come on tiger, it will make you feel better." John encouraged as he rubbed a hand soothingly up and down Sammy's back. "Do it for daddy and Deanie okay?" John held his breath as he waited to see what Sammy would do. He really didn't want to force his youngest to take the medication when he was already feeling bad.
Sammy lifted his head and looked at Dean with questioning eyes. Seeing his big brother smile and nod, Sammy opened his mouth and allowed John to place the small orange tablet in his mouth. He quickly chewed it up and then reached for the juice to rinse the medicine down. Taking two quick sips, he handed the cup back and lay his head down on Dean's shoulder.
"That's my boy." John stated as he gave Sammy's knee a light squeeze and palmed his forehead to check for fever. Hearing footsteps coming down the stairs, he looked up to see Bobby walking into the kitchen with something held in his hand.
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As Bobby entered his room upstairs, he hoped the medals were still where he had put them quite a few years back. He had gotten the medals off of a medicine man after he had helped him to take care of a Wendigo that had been hunting his people. Finding the old battered trunk, he picked the lock quickly and then lifted the lid, it's hinges squeaking from lack of use. Pushing some of the inside contents aside, Bobby looked for the small, tan snake skin bag that held the items he was looking for. "Bingo" he stated upon finding the bag and opening it to check that the contents were still within the small pouch.
Holding the small bag tightly in his hands, he trotted back down the stairs. Walking into the kitchen, he saw John kneeling in front of Sam as he palmed the youngster's forehead. "Something wrong with Sam?" Bobby questioned, his attention diverted from the object he was holding in his concern for the youngest Winchester.
"Sammy woke up with a headache." John said as he cupped Sammy's cheek and gave him a kiss on the top of his head. "He doesn't have a fever. I gave him one of the baby aspirin Tony left when he was here, hopefully it will help."
"Poor little guy." Bobby said wistfully, hating to see the tear tracks that marred Sammy's face. He never could stand to see the kid in pain, especially as a toddler. "Listen John, I have something that I think will help keep Sam's, uh, the vision from coming true." Bobby stated.
"What? What is it?" John questioned as he stood up and walked over eagerly to see what Bobby held in his hand.
Emptying the contents of the snake bag into his palm and holding it out, Bobby said, "They're protective medals. A medicine man gave them to me a few years back. Said they had kept members of his tribe from being possessed over the years. He gave them to me for helping his tribe with a wendigo problem. They might not work, but hell, it won't hurt to give them a try." Bobby stated as he placed one in John's palm.
"Yeah, it's worth a shot." John said with a yawn as he placed the medal that was on a string around his neck. He'd try anything if it meant not hurting his boys. Turning to face his boys, he noticed that Sammy had once again fallen off to sleep and Dean was getting droopy eyed himself. "I think it's time to get Sammy back to bed and I know the rest of us could use some more shut eye too." Nodding their heads in agreement, everybody trudged up the steps.
John stood in the doorway and watched as Dean tenderly placed Sammy in his bed and then lay down beside the toddler, drawing him close. He smiled contentedly as he stood and watched them for just a few minutes before walking to his own room. He could rest easy knowing Dean would keep Sammy safe tonight.
Meanwhile outside, Azazel stood at the entrance to Singer Salvage as he watched the house from afar. His best and his brightest resided within those walls and it would soon be time to put the boy to the test to see if he was ready to lead his army.
TBC