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Hey guys… Trying to get my driver license right now… I'm only able to right at night… well… sooo… sorry for the delay…
FLD… Hey… he is alive right now… And hopefully he's gonna stay alive. Thanks for reviewing.
bia1007, Thanks again for you amazing long review… I appreciate that very much. Thanks.
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Despair
Sam jerked up, breathing hard, a nasty taste of blood in his mouth. Frightened he looked around until his eyes met the worried eyes of his big brother.
"W-…" The little boy opened his mouth, but was interrupted by a rambling father and a caring brother.
"Sam what happened? How are you feeling? Are you hurt?" John kneeled in front of the bed so he could take a closer look at his son, while Dean kneeled on the bed in front of his brother, his hands cupping the kid's cheek, searching for any kind of injury.
Sam bit his lip, letting out a quiet sob, before he leaned forward and threw both arms around Dean's neck. Dean immediately returned the embrace, a hand gently fisted in Sam's hair and his forehead against the top of Sam's head.
"What happened?" John switched seats, sitting down beside his sons, a hand on Sam's back. He could feel that his youngest was scared. "Sammy" He urged, rubbing his thumb up and down.
"I…" Sam started lifting his head to look at his father. He couldn't tell him, either his father would flip out and start going after that thing without research or he would really give in. "…I'm okay…"
Three pairs of eyes were glued on him. Even Nika was frowning, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
Spitting blood, crying like a baby in his brother's arms… no these things weren't the signs of "fine"… not exactly. But though he felt healthy. A little sick, because of the blood-taste in his mouth, but apparently of that… he felt okay.
"Sammy… did you have a nightmare? Was it the Sandman?" John asked, brushing some bangs out of Sam's face. The boy just looked down, not answering. "Sam… answer my question."
"Yeah… Sandman… nightmare…" Sam blushed.
"Okay… tell us" Dean gently pushed.
"He told me that dad should give up… or I'm gonna die… he would…" Sam whispered.
"SON OF A BITCH!" John cursed, making his sons wince. "I'm gonna kill it… right now." He shouted, taking his jacket.
"Stop… John" Nika shouted, rounding the older man pushing him away from the door.
"Get out of my way… I want revenge." John glared at Nika.
"Yeah… but getting yourself killed is just stupid… you wanna make your kids orphaned?" Nika pushed John again back, away from the door.
"You… shut up… don't talk like that! You're nothing… you're not even real…" John shoved Nika.
Irritated Nika balled his fist and placed a punch to John's jaw. The older man's head snapped back. Dean shouted in protest and Sam hid his face in his hands.
"Ouch" Nika smirked, shaking his hand to ease the pain, while John stared at him in shock. "You're back to normal?" He asked.
"Don't you dare do that again, or I'm gonna hit back." John threatened, but actually he was calmed again, sitting down on a chair. "What are we're gonna do?"
"Dad… call Bobby again… We need his help." Dean reasoned, moving his hand through Sam's hair, who desperately tried to stay awake.
Rubbing his sore jaw John nodded and fetched his cell. For his sons sake he would swallow his pride.
"Bobby?" He asked, turning on the loudspeaker.
"Have you realized what time it is?" They heard the man grumble.
"The Sandman is after Sam…" John ran a hand through his hair.
"Okay… crap... what happened?" Bobby questioned. "Is he hurt? How's Dean?"
"They're okay for now." John looked at his sons, who were watching him. "Bobby we need you to find out which Sandman it is… we need to waste him. He's after Sammy…"
Dean peered up at his father. John seemed lost. Looking down at his brother he felt like screaming. Sam was tired, but he wouldn't sleep and Dean could understand him, he didn't want to sleep either right now.
"Tell me everything you know." Bobby ordered.
After John had delivered all information to his friend, Bobby searched for a while for any clues he could find. John himself used the time to check Sam carefully.
The boy let his father examine him, not breaking contact with his brother. John didn't mind, since the older boy could calm the kid down.
"Okay… I have something." Bobby's voice sounded again in the silent room. "It's possible that he is the Sandman from the book 'The night of Sandman' He's pretty dangerous… and if it's really him… we have a problem."
"That would be?" John asked annoyed… no good news.
"He kills himself… he jumps down from a tower, fighting the protagonist." Bobby responded. "He's just a maniac… so I think the Reader can change the villains... He could have possibly made this thing immortal."
"Terrific…" John hit the headboard with his elbow, cursing under his breath. "So… does that mean that everybody he creates isn't able to die?"
"John… do you think that I know anything?" Bobby barked. Both youths, Sam and Dean knew that the was just as scared as their dad. "I know as much as you about these things… I've never fought a book, John."
"Yeah… smart ass… we" John shouted back into the cell.
"Dad… stop that… that's useless… we fight on the same side…" Dean yelled. "Could you two please… please stop fighting… we need a plan, damn it."
"Okay... Dean's right… I have no idea what to do. I'm so sorry." Bobby apologized… that was bad, even Bobby… the hunter was helpless. Dean felt tears sting in his eyes.
"Okay… then let's give up… I wouldn't risk Sam… let's just pack and run." Dean stood up, pulling Sam with him, who was shaking his head.
"No… Dean… So many people would die…" Sam protested, gripping Dean's hand tight, so the older brother fell back onto the bed.
"I don't care… let them die… I just don't care… We have to set priorities… I don't mind when some people die…" Dean batted Sam's hand away from his own, so he could stand up again and begin to pack, angry tears running down his cheeks. Sam was crying again, too.
John watched his two sons falling apart, it just wasn't fair. Nika was sitting beside him, apparently lost in thoughts.
"John… for Christ's sake… do something." Bobby ordered, grumbling.
The father nodded, though nobody was looking at him, waking over to his oldest son, to wrap his strong arms around Dean's trembling form, who hid his face in his father's dusty leather jacket, crying into it.
"It's not fair, dad" Dean wept, fisting his dad's shirt. "He can't die… dad… he's…"
"I know, Dean… I know." John bit his lip, his voice breaking. "We'll figure that out… We're gonna figure that out." He didn't knew whether he wanted to calm himself down or his sons… but right now all he felt was desperation.
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This story is freaking me out… I simply have no idea what's gonna happen… I don't even have a idea how to fix that… :D Well… I'm as clueless as the men… that's kinda depressing…
By the way… I've changed the book of the Sandman… so… it's not what really happened in the book.