A Whiter Shade of Pale Ch. 16
Disclaimer: See first chapter
Author's Note: To avoid confusion between stories, this story is the one where Sam is 13 years old and was stabbed outside their motel room by a man who was drunk.
Previously: Sighing in relief as he watched Sammy finally respond to the ministrations of his big brother, John couldn't help but be grateful for the strong bond that Dean and Sam shared. For in his mind, it was that bond that was going to pull Sammy through and make both his boys stronger in the end.
Snuggling into his big brother's side for warmth, Sam grimaced upon feeling his stomach starting to churn. The last thing he wanted right now was to throw up with the way he was feeling. His throat was already feeling sore, from what he didn't know, and he just really wanted to sink back into that realm of unconsciousness where he didn't feel the aches and pains that seemed to encompass most of his body right now.
"Sammy? You feeling okay Little Dude?" Dean questioned with an angst filled voice as he wrapped his arm a little tighter around his younger sibling as he felt Sammy shiver once again.
"Ye-yeah, m'okay" Sam answered as he cradled his tender stomach area with his right arm and tried to smother the moan that was threatening to burst forth from his mouth.
"Now why don't I believe that, son?" John stated with concern as he watched Sammy swallow convulsively, causing the anxious father to reach over and push the nurse call button attached to Sam's bed.
"What can I do for you Mr. Slade? Is there something wrong?" Jules asked as she walked into the room just a moment later.
"Yeah, Sam's feeling a little nauseous right now. Can you bring him something to help quell his stomach?" The worried father of two answered as he watched the young nurse check the readings on Sam's heart monitor while listening to him at the same time.
"Sure, just let me check his chart," Jules answered as she walked over and removed Sam's chart from its hard plastic enclosure that hung on the wall. Scanning the contents for the doctor's orders, she placed it back where it belonged.
"I'll be right back," she informed the small family as she left to get the required medication that had been noted in Sam's chart for nausea.
"You'll feel better in just a moment, Tiger," John voiced softly as he reached out from the chair he was currently sitting in and palmed his baby boy's arm while they waited for Jules to return. He hoped the nurse would come back quickly as Sam was beginning to take on a sickly pallor to his skin.
"Here you go Sam. This should help," Jules informed her young patient, as she walked over to Sam's IV and dispensed some scopolamine, an anti-nausea medication, into the port in Sam's IV.
"Th-thank y…" Sam began to stammer just before bile rushed up his throat and he vomited forcefully all over himself, his brother, and the bed.
"Oh my," Jules gasped, rushing to grasp the emesis basin from the bedside stand as her young patient continued to heave. Placing the small kidney shaped container under Sam's mouth, she held it there to catch the odiferous mess while his elder brother held him upright through the bout of vomiting.
Trying desperately not to puke himself as he supported his heaving brother with one hand, Dean rubbed his other hand in a circular motion on his brother's trembling back knowing how much comfort Sam took in the feeling.
"You finished, Kiddo?" Dean asked once is baby brother slumped back against his chest and let out a small whimper.
"Ye-yeah," Sam replied, exhaustion evident in his voice.
"Okay, then let's get you cleaned up," John stated as he reached over and grasped the hem of Sammy's hospital pajama top so that he could remove it before the smell of the nasty mess made them all sick to their stomachs.
"Mr. Slade, you don't have to do that. I'll call for some help," Jules informed the hunter as she was walking to the bathroom to empty the emesis dish and get a wet washcloth to wipe her patient's mouth and face with.
"S'okay, I want to help," John told the nurse as he pulled the soiled shirt completely off, making sure not to get any more of the putrid liquid on his young son's face.
"Well, if you're sure…" Jules allowed, handing over the washcloth to John, before walking over to the small linen closet in the room to grab some clean bedding. She would have to change the linen after giving Sam another antiemetic which would hopefully stop the post-operative nausea and vomiting.
"I'm sure," John voiced before turning to his eldest. "Dean, go get yourself cleaned up while I take care of Sam."
"Yes sir," Dean replied, more than happy to let his father take care of Sam just this one time so he could clean himself up. The smell was really starting to get to him.
~~Supernatural~~
Later that afternoon as Sammy napped in his room, John knew it was time to make the phone call he had been dreading for the past couple of days. He was getting more and more nervous about getting on the road. Sure, he knew the city had made arrangements to have Sam's hospital bill taken care of after the two inept officers caused his baby boy's latest setback, but he couldn't help feeling that things weren't over yet, that something would come back to bite them in the ass if they didn't make their escape soon.
Giving Dean's shoulder a light squeeze to get his attention, he whispered, "I'll be right back. Watch out for Sammy."
"Of course Dad, you know I will," Dean replied with a quizzical look, wondering what his Dad was up to since John had a slight frown on his face. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just need to make a phone call," John answered as he scrubbed a calloused hand through his dark hair. "I won't be gone long."
Striding down the tiled hallway that smelled of strong antiseptic, John entered the elevator and then took it down to the first floor and walked out of the building. He really needed some fresh air to deal with what he knew was coming.
Glancing at the people who meandered about the hospital grounds, John strolled around the side of the building to where he could have some privacy. Pulling the cell phone from his pocket, he highlighted a name, hit the send button, and then waited for the man to answer.
~~Supernatural~~
Standing in his kitchen as he stood at the old stove and browned some beef for his homemade soup, Bobby grumbled upon hearing the ringing of phone. It never ceased to amaze him how some idjit always managed to call right when he was in the middle of cooking dinner.
Turning the burner heat as low as it could go, he quickly made his way over to the bank of phones hanging on the wall and picked one of them up. "You better have a damned good reason for interrupting my cooking," he grumbled to whoever was on the other end.
"Hi Bobby," the eldest Winchester stated as his foot nervously tapped on the ground. "It's me, John Winchester."
"I know who it is and I told you I never wanted to see or hear from you again," Bobby growled with pure anger before slamming the phone back down on the hook, effectively hanging up on the man he no longer considered a friend.
He and John had had a major falling out the last time the Winchesters were at his house and he had sworn to fill the man's backside with a load of buckshot if he ever saw him again. Heaving in a deep breath, anger filled him once more as he remembered the huge fight between him and John over the way that Winchester was rearing his children. Sure, maybe he had had no right in saying anything, but he couldn't hold his tongue when John returned from a hunt that he had been warned against pursuing, with both boys injured and bleeding.
"Stupid sonuvabitch," Bobby grousedaloud as he started walking back towards the stove only for the phone to start ringing once again.
Clenching his fists in anger, Bobby picked up the phone once again. "Damn you Winchester. I told you…"
"Bobby, please. I…we really need your help," John intoned quickly, interrupting the gruff hunter in hopes that Bobby wouldn't hang up on him again.
"Balls," Bobby swore as he pulled his filthy ball cap off his head and threw it across the floor. There was no way he could turn Winchester away if the boys needed his help. "What the hell did you do this time, ya idjit?"
"Nothing. I swear it wasn't a hunt this time," John answered with an audible hiss.
"But…" Bobby goaded, knowing there was something that John wasn't telling him.
"But Sammy was hurt, badly. It happened at the motel we were staying at a few nights back. We really need a place to stay while he recuperates Bobby. I know you said I wasn't welcome anymore, but…"
"Yeah, well, I guess I can put up with the likes of you for the sake of those boys. Just, uh, just let me know when you're coming" Bobby stated, hoping he was doing the right thing. He loved those boys like his own and he reckoned he could put up with John if it meant the boys were in a safe environment, and at least in doing so, he could make sure Sammy was well taken care of also."
"Thanks Bobby. I really appreciate it" John voiced sincerely.
"Yeah, well I ain't doing it for you," Bobby informed the man gruffly. He didn't want Winchester thinking he was back on his good side by any means.
"Understood," John replied with a sigh. "I'll call you back when we're on our way."
"You do that," Bobby responded curtly and then hung up the phone. He had to finish making dinner and then get a room prepared for the Winchesters arrival.
~~Supernatural~~
Sitting outside of the hospital, as he glanced up at the window of the room where he knew John Slade's child resided, Detective Matt Speight sneered as he watched the lights in the room dim. It really ticked him off to know that the father of the young boy was probably getting ready to go to sleep without a care in the world. No, John Slade didn't have to worry since he wasn't going to have to find a way to get by without two weeks due to being suspended without pay.
Giving the room one final look, he swore to make the man pay for making him and his partner look so bad, but for now…now he was going to go to the bar down the street and drink his troubles away. Maybe tomorrow, he would focus on a way to make sure John Slade was put behind bars, exactly where he knew the man belonged.
TBC. Sorry for the wait on this one. We had an electrical storm and my computer, the computer's motherboard, and some other electrical items in my house were 'fried'. I have recently bought a new computer, but lost all of my notes to the stories I was working on since I hadn't backed them up.
