A Whiter Shade of Pale Ch. 22
Disclaimer: See first chapter
Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait on this chapter. I had some family issues to deal with Hope you enjoy it. _
Previously: "Agent Wilson, you need to calm the hell down right now," Joshua voiced, though secretly he was elated to see Caleb really losing his temper. "We've got to handle this situation calmly, like professionals.
"No, I'm tired of stupid assed detectives like this man coming in and ruining a case we've had in the works for a while. It has cost us too many witnesses and I'm going to teach him a lesson he will never forget," Caleb affirmed as he pulled back a fist and let it fly forward hitting the detective squarely on the nose.
"Sonuvabitch, I t'ink you broke by nose," Detective Matt Speight gritted through clenched teeth as he crumpled to the ground while his hands flew to his face to cradle the injured and bleeding appendage.
"Damn it Cal, I told you to cool it," Joshua reiterated as he pushed himself between Caleb and the injured cop who was squeezing his nostrils together to try and stem the blood that was now flowing from them.
"That bastard got what he deserved," Caleb yelled back as he tried to get at the detective once again. "It's idiots like him who cost us too many lives in our business and damn it, it's time they learned their lesson."
"Alright you two, that's enough of the arguing," Bobby voiced with an air of authority as he glared at the two supposed federal agents. "As field agent in charge, I'll make a phone call to this blockhead's superior officer and we'll get this all straightened out before anything more happens."
"Wh-what, but you t'ant do dat," Detective Matt Speight whined as he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away the blood from his injured and possibly broken nose. He knew he could lose his job if word got back to Captain Stan Thomas about where he was and what he was doing.
"Watch me son," Bobby voiced smugly as he pulled his cell phone from the pocket of his shirt. "Anybody know the number to the station where this imbecile works?"
"No, but I can damn well beat it out of him for ya!" Caleb stated strongly as he tugged the sleeves of his shirt back, readying himself for another round with the obnoxious detective. Damn, but he was enjoying playing the part of a badass agent.
"But, but…if you call, I'll lose by job," Matt voiced brokenly as his head slumped towards his chest. "I hab no ibea that Mr. Slade was in the Witness Protection Program. Please?"
"Well, guess we should leave it up to John here whether or not he should pay," Joshua surmised as he swiped a hand thoughtfully along his lower jaw. "After all, he and his family were the ones who were hounded by this man for no good reason."
"True, what do you think Mr. Slade? Would you…" Bobby started before being interrupted by Caleb."
"Aww come on, give me just one more minute with this cretin. I'll make sure he never bothers another innocent family again."
"That's enough Agent Wilson. One more word out of you and I'll have you demoted and back behind a desk faster than you can say Rumplestiltskin," Bobby threatened, fighting to keep a wayward smile off of his face.
"Yes Sir," Caleb sighed, with a slump of his shoulders.
"Now, as I was saying. Mr. Slade, I'll let you decide. Do you want me to call his commanding officer, or…." Bobby voiced, leaving the field of options open.
"If the bastard promises to leave me and my boys alone, then I guess he has paid enough with receiving the broken nose," John said after giving it a moment's thought.
"Then I'll abide by your wishes," Bobby stated as he looked at John, before turning back to face the detective and speaking. "But I'm warning you now, if you ever bother this man or his sons again, I will make sure you never work in the area of law enforcement again. Do you understand me?"
'Yes Sir, I …I uberstand," Matt voiced as he gingerly pushed himself up from the ground and backed away from the group of tough looking agents. "You…you'll neber see or hear from be again."
"We better not, because if we do…" Caleb left the threat unspoken as he grabbed the officer by the lapels and shoved him towards his vehicle.
Watching as the detective quickly climbed into his car and sped away, the hunters couldn't help but slap each other on the backs for a job well done.
~~Supernatural~~
"Dean, why isn't Dad up here yet?" Sam questioned with a yawn as he lay in the bed, fighting to keep from going to sleep with the way that Dean was softly lulling him towards slumber by carding fingers through his hair.
"He's busy Sam. He'll be here soon," Dean answered softly as he continued the soothing motion of stroking his fingers through Sam's chestnut colored hair. He was a little worried himself about what was going on, but wasn't about to let his sibling know that.
Smiling as his baby brother's breathing evened out indicating slumber had taken hold just moments later, Dean was surprised to then see the door open and his father walk into the room. Placing a finger to his lips, he eased himself off the bed and away from Sam so he could talk to his father.
"What happened outside?' Dean queried after following his father into the hallway and pulling the door partially closed behind him.
"Bobby and the others took care of things. That detective won't be bothering us again," John answered without filling in all the details. "How's Sammy?"
"He's sleeping now, but he still has a low grade fever," Dean answered worriedly as he looked at his watch. "What is taking Jefferson so damn long to get here?"
"I can answer that one for ya," Bobby supplied as he topped the stairs and walked down the short hallway. "He managed to get himself a flat tire on the way over and didn't have a spare. He had to call for some help. He should be here in just a few minutes."
"S'good," John stated as he peaked through to door to gaze at his sleeping child. He couldn't help but be worried that Winchester luck was somehow going to bite them in the ass with this fever his youngest was sporting.
"So, is somebody going to tell me what happened outside or not?" Dean asked as he watched Joshua and Caleb top the stairs also.
"Nothing much, just had me a little fun is all, Ace," Caleb stated in answer as he rubbed his bruised knuckles.
"Damn it, why do I always miss out on all the fun," Dean complained as he took in the satisfied smirk on Caleb's face, knowing the man had got in a few hits that he would have liked to administer himself.
"Because you just ain't got what it takes like I do," Caleb bragged, strutting around like a proud peacock.
"Got it my ass," Joshua retorted with a snort. "You just got in a lucky hit is all."
"Hey, I put that idiot on his ass in one hit," Caleb reposted indignantly.
"Yeah, yeah, but only because the detective was a pantywaist," John voiced, joining in on the fun.
"Jeez, you guys have no respect," Caleb pouted as he made his way to where John and Dean were now standing. "How's the Runt doing?"
"He's still running a low grade fever," John answered, concern evident in his voice.
"Let's see what I can do about that," Jefferson, voiced as he rounded the corner at the top of the stairs, having arrived at Singer Salvage just seconds earlier.
Following John and the others into the room that the Winchester boys shared, Jefferson smiled at the sight of the sleeping youngster who was curled up in a fetal position, his left hand resting under his cheek, and it brought back to mind the times he had tended to a toddling Sammy.
Walking over and placing his doctor's bag on the small dresser between the beds in the room, he sat down gently on the edge of the bed and palmed Sammy's forehead, taking note of the slight flush to his cheeks.
Feeling the shift of the bed he was sleeping on, Sammy groggily opened his eyes to find the burly doctor sitting next to him.
"Hey they sport, how are you feeling?" Jefferson questioned as he reached down and grasped Sam's wrist between his fingers so he could check his pulse.
"M'okay," Sam answered, his eyes nervously darting up to meet Dean's. He didn't like being the center of the doctor's attention.
"If it's okay with you, I'll be the judge of that," Jefferson informed the youngster as he pulled a thermometer and his stethoscope from his bag.
"Yes Sir," Sam answered sedately, his gaze once again straying to Dean, who gave him a quick smile of reassurance.
"That's my boy," Jefferson enthused as he placed the ends of the stethoscope into his hears before lifting Sammy's shirt to listen to his heart and check his incision which he did quickly and efficiently.
"Everything seems fine, so far. There's no rigidity, tenderness, or redness around the incision," Jefferson informed the young teen, before pulling an otoscope from his bag and checking Sam's ears.
"Hmm, I think we might have found the problem. There is some redness and swelling going on in here," Jefferson stated for everyone to hear as he checked first the right and then the left ear.
Pulling a tongue depressor from his bag and removing the sterile wrapping he said, "Open up Kiddo, I'd like to check your throat also."
"Jefferson?" Dean queried impatiently as he shuffled from foot to foot while the doctor took a good long look inside Sam's mouth.
"Sam definitely has slight ear infection and is on the brink of developing tonsillitis. I'm going to start him on some antibiotics and it should knock out the infections before they can really take hold," Jefferson informed the worried group of hunters.
"Sounds good,' John voiced with a sigh of relief as he reached down to card his fingers through Sammy's hair.
"Now, if the rest of you don't mind, I'll need some privacy to give Sammy his injection," Jefferson told the others as he pulled a vial of antibiotics from his bag.
"I'm not leaving," Dean informed the doctor as he sat down on the bed and squeezed Sam's knee in comfort when he noticed his brother was becoming agitated at the thought of having to endure yet another needle injection.
"Somehow, I'm not surprised," Jefferson stated with a smile. He knew how protective Dean was of his younger sibling. Waiting for the others to leave, Jefferson motioned for Sammy to roll over on his side.
"Okay Champ, you're going to feel a small sting and then a slight burning sensation," Jefferson informed Sam has he tugged down the edge of Sammy's sweats and then swabbed his derriere with a cleansing wipe.
"Ow, ow, ow," Sam whined as the antibiotic was then injected into his upper behind.
"Shhh, s'okay Sammy, I'm here," Dean voiced as he rubbed Sam's arm in comfort while Jefferson tugged the boy's sweats back into place.
"That injection should help him to get a good night of sleep," Jefferson informed Dean before packing up his bag and preparing to leave the room, knowing that Dean would keep a watchful eye on his younger brother. "I'll be downstairs if he needs me.'
"Thanks Jefferson," Dean whispered as he watched his baby brother's eyes droop in medicated exhaustion. He would be on duty until Sammy was feeling better once again
TBC. I hope this chapter met up to your expectations.
