Johnny Angel Ch. 4
Disclaimer: See chapter one
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Previously: "DEAN" Sam gasped aloud before his eyes rolled back in his head and the youngest Winchester passed out.
As Dean lay sleeping in the bed beside Lisa, his sleep was anything but peaceful. His mind refused to let him rest as dreams of his baby brother assaulted his mind. No, he couldn't have the dreams where his brother was happy, they had to be ones of Sam in pain or when he was hurt.
He dreamed of Sammy's first day at school. Sam had eagerly looked forward to attending Kindergarten and going to the same school as Dean. And everything had went perfectly fine for the youngest Winchester until lunch when one Billy Matthews, famed bully of the second grade, decided he wanted the brownie from Sammy's lunch and wasn't in the mood for asking. Instead he had pushed the youngest Winchester from his chair in the cafeteria causing Sam to hit his head hard on the waxed linoleum floor, knocking the kid out. Of course, Dean had made the boy pay for it later, but it didn't keep Sam from getting hurt.
He dreamt of the time that Sammy was twelve years old and they had been on what was supposed to be a simple salt and burn. Things had gone horribly wrong when instead of hunting the spirit of a little old lady, they ended up facing the angry spirits of the three men who tormented her in life. Sammy had paid for that mistake with a broken arm, a broken leg, and a severe concussion after being throw threw the air and colliding with a marble monument. It took two torturous days before his younger sibling had woken up with the headache from hell.
He dreamed about Sam's first girlfriend and how she had broken his baby brother's heart in two when Sam had caught her kissing his supposedly best friend under the bleachers during P.E. class. It had taken him the rest of the day to get Sammy to talk about what happened and he remembered holding the kid in his arms as he broke down and sobbed later that night in their room.
He dreamed of that awful fight his brother and father had the night that Sammy stormed out of the house and left for Stanford. Instead of it being the version that really happened, his mind had turned into something ever uglier with his dad beating the crap out of Sammy with his fists before he left. Even though he knew it wasn't true, he still screamed and cried as he tried to keep his father from bashing Sam's face in.
But the worst dream by far was watching Sammy fall into the pit of Hell over and over and over again as he was forced to sit there and watch. He could clearly recall the look on Sam's face as he resigned himself to the sacrifice he was about to make. "Sammy, noooo." he mumbled in his sleep as his brother raised his arms and then fell backwards.
Suddenly awaking to the sounds of Dean mumbling incoherently, Lisa rolled over in the bed to see the man she loved lost in a nightmare as tears squeezed out from behind closed lids and rolled down his tanned cheeks. Reaching over in concern to give her lover a gentle shake, she softly said, "Dean, you need to wake up. It's just a nightmare, baby."
So lost in his night terrors, Dean couldn't hear the soft voice of Lisa or the concern in her voice as she tried to wake him up. His mind could only focus on one thing at the moment and that was watching Sammy sacrifice himself once again as he fell, and fell, and fell into that black pit of despair. He sobbed as his mind pictured Sammy laid out on the rack as his skin was literally filleted from his bones.
"DEEEEAN, help me."
"SAMMY" Dean screamed out in anguish as he sat bolt upright in bed, his eyes scanning the room.
"Dean, its okay, it was just a dream, calm down sweetie." Lisa soothed as she placed her arms around Dean's waist and snuggled up to him, offering what little comfort she could.
"No, it's not a dream. Sammy needs me." Dean stated with conviction as he threw the blankets off his legs and climbed out of bed.
"Sam's gone Dean. You told me that yourself, remember?" Lisa voiced sadly.
"I was wr-wrong. I heard him call out for me. He needs me." Dean rebutted as he pulled on a pair of jeans and zipped them up. He didn't know how he knew Sam needed him. He just knew that it was so.
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Wiping the sweat from his face, Bobby shivered as he realized how close he had come to being just another statistic. Things had been going well with the hunt and he had let himself relax for just a moment, which was more than long enough for the zombie to sink one of it's long claws into his right side and gouge a two inch laceration into it. Biting back the pain that the wound caused, he had managed to fire a shot into the creature's greenish white skin which bought him the time he needed to douse the wound in his side with holy water. He knew the wound had to be cleansed right away because of the fungus growing rampantly on the jiang shi's body. He could deal with suturing it later.
Placing the canteen back into the pocket of his jacket, he faced off against the creature once again. "Come on you fugly son of a bitch." He taunted as he made his way backwards towards the creature's open grave being careful not to stumble over the headstones of the other graves. "That's it, just a few more steps." Bobby whispered as he tried to maneuver the zombie into the position he needed to topple the damn thing back into it's coffin.
Delivering a swift roundhouse kick once the zombie had stepped close enough to the open grave, Bobby watched as Mr. John H. K. Dephendorfer tumbled into the open grave to land on his back in the coffin. Pulling the silver stake from the sheathe hooked to his leather belt, he quickly jumped into the grave and stabbed the growling creature right through the heart. Watching as the creature relaxed into death once again, Bobby emitted a heartfelt sigh. "That was for you Sammy," he murmured as he swiped away the lone tear that slipped from the corner of his eye upon thinking about the boy he loved as his own.
Pushing himself up out of the grave, he lowered the lid and then began to shovel the dirt back on top of it, wincing as the movement sent waves of pain through his side once again. Finishing up the job nearly thirty minutes later, he collected his gear and then trudged over to his 1971 Chevelle. Opening the trunk, he placed his hunting gear inside and then reached in to get the first aid box from its small compartment.
Carrying the white box with the picture of a red cross painted on the top of it to the front of the car, he placed it into the passenger seat and flipped the lid open. Removing the stuff he would need to sew himself up, he threaded the black monofilament material through the eye of the needle and then placed it onto the seat beside the peroxide. Grasping his whiskey flask from his other jacket pocket, he took a couple of swigs to dull the pain and then set to work to close up the wound.
Dousing the wound with peroxide, he cursed as the liquid bubbled up and nearly succumbed to the agony that it inflicted on his body. Breathing deeply, he waited until the pain subsided enough that his hand became steady and then started stitching up the wound. He gagged back the bile as he felt his skin tug with each pull of the needle. Finishing off the last stitch, he tied it off and then allowed himself to give into the darkness that was encroaching on his vision.
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Staring at the prone body of Sam lying on the large slab of rock, Castiel wondered if maybe he had pushed too many memories on Sam's mind at once. He hadn't expected the young hunter to pass out and it concerned him greatly to see the lines of pain on the man's face. "Samuel, can you hear me?" He questioned as he lightly tapped his friend's face with his fingers, trying to rouse him.
Opening his eyes with a groan, Sam found himself looking up into the vivid blue orbs of another man, one he knew well. "Castiel," He muttered as he pushed himself up into a sitting position.
"Yes, it is I." The angel replied as he reached out to help a weakened Sam sit up.
"Wh-where are we?" Sam questioned as his eyes took in the bleakness all around him.
"Somewhere inside your mind." Castiel answered succinctly.
"I-I don't understand." Sam voiced as he glanced over at the Heavenly being. "How can we be talking if this is all in my head?"
"It is not easy for me to explain." Cas informed Sam as he sat down beside the confused hunter. "Right now, you are in what is called a state of catatonia. Your mind if functioning now, but your body is not."
"Wh-what happened to me Cas?" Sam asked fearfully as he thought about the angel's words.
"Do you remember the battle with Lucifer?"
"Yeah," Sam admitted with a shiver as his mind flashed back to Stull cemetery and the events that occurred there. He could clearly remember killing Bobby and nearly killing his own brother too as he beat Dean within an inch of his life.
Easily reading Sam's mind, Castiel knew he had to derail Sam's train of thought. "You were able to accomplish what you set out to do my friend, you put Lucifer back into his cage. But in doing so, you had to sacrifice yourself also."
"But h-how did I get out? I remember falling into hell and dragging Michael with me. I remember the torture, the pain, the horrors…." Sam's voice trailed off , not wanting to re-live his worst nightmare.
"I do not know. I was hoping that you would be able to tell me." Castiel replied somberly. "I assume that you were rewarded for doing what no human should have ever been able to do."
"Cas, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course," the angel replied, wondering why Sam would ask for his permission to do so.
"Is Dean okay? I mean, have you seen him?" Sam queried, looking up at Castiel with such anguish in his eyes that it nearly took the angel's breath away.
"I have not seen Dean since that day in the cemetery." Castiel replied in answer to the question. "I could take you to Dean now if you like."
"N-no" Sam replied hastily as he moved away from the angel's fingers which were currently reaching towards his head. "Dean has his life with Lisa and Ben now. He doesn't need me to come back and mess things up for him again. Everyone is better off if I stay here."
"You're wrong Sam. You are needed more than you know. Your brother and friends are lost without you." Castiel refuted, knowing just how untrue the words were. "Please let me prove it to you."
TBC