Chapter Two
The doctor was a tall older man with glasses, grayish-brown hair, and brown eyes. He reminded Sam of one of his college professors. He wore a white lab coat, a red bow tie, black pants, shiny black shoes, and carried a notepad. He grabbed a chair and sat down. Dean looked at him from across the room.
"So, the infamous Sam Winchester is finally awake. My name is Dr. Mendelssohn. Your brother tells me you've been having migraines?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah, having super powers isn't exactly all it's cracked up to be. There are side effects."
The doctor made a note on his notepad. "I can get you something for the headaches. We may have to experiment a bit with the dosage, since your physiology is different." He looked up. "You were in a coma for two weeks. I am concerned about that, but you seem to be recovering fairly well. I want you to stay here at least for two more days."
Sam nodded. "Okay."
"Now, is there anything else you'd like to talk about?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Sam saw Lucifer standing over by Dean, making rabbit ears behind Dean's head. Dean appeared completely oblivious, which he was since he couldn't see Lucifer. Sam closed his eyes.
"What is it?" the doctor asked?
"This is going to sound completely insane."
The doctor folded his arms. "Coming from a man who can fly? Try me."
"I was in Hell."
The doctor's eyes widened. "Seriously?"
"Yeah. It exists. I was there for about a year Earth-time."
"We were both in Hell, but not at the same time," Dean said. "Sam was there longer. He has a few issues."
"I can only imagine," said the doctor, looking flabbergasted. "So what kind of issues do you have? Are we talking about PTSD?"
"I see him everywhere," whispered Sam. "I know he's not really there, but…"
The doctor looked very concerned. "We can try some anti-hallucinatory drugs. I don't know if they'll work for you, but we can certainly give them a try." He wrote down some more notes. "I would like to run a CAT scan. I would like to rule out your migraines being a symptom of something worse. Migraines and hallucinations can be symptoms of more severe head trauma. Do you remember everything from your…experience?"
"I remember enough," Sam replied.
The doctor shook his head. "It's a wonder that you don't have more severe problems. I'm going to schedule your CAT scan, and then get you some prescriptions. There's a pharmacy downstairs." The doctor paused. "Do you have insurance?"
"Not exactly," Dean said. "But we'll manage."
The Winchester brothers exchanged glances.
"Okay," the doctor said. He wrote down the prescriptions and handed them to Dean. "Take these downstairs. Tell them I gave them to you. They'll know what to do."
"Thanks," Dean replied.
Agent Smith entered the room as the doctor left. "What now?"
"Prescription," Dean said. "I need to go downstairs to the pharmacy."
Agent Smith nodded. "You know the drill. I'll have to escort you."
Dean sighed. "Fine."
"Hey, can I get a newspaper or something?" Sam asked. "I mean, it has been two weeks…"
"We're probably the top headline," Dean said. "But yeah, sure, I'll get a paper."
Sam glanced at Lucifer in the corner as Dean and Agent Smith left the hospital room.
"Oh, sure, now you look at me," Lucifer said.
"Go away," Sam replied and tried very hard to stare at the ceiling.
"You really want me to go away for good?" Lucifer responded.
"Hell, yes."
"Mmmm hmm. Sorry, no can do."
"Why not?"
"You already made your choice when you let me take control of your body," Lucifer said with a smirk.
"I only did that because I had to."
"Sure, you did." Lucifer leaned closer. "But you wouldn't have said yes if part of you hadn't wanted it. Part of you wants my power."
"No," Sam protested. "All I've ever wanted to be is a normal human being, and I'm not allowed to have that. Even God won't let me have that."
"I can give you that," Lucifer said.
"You're a hallucination," Sam replied. "You're not real."
"Try and convince yourself all you want. Part of you knows I'm real, and that's all that matters." Lucifer grinned evilly.
Sam sighed. "How can you make me normal?"
"It's all in the power of your mind, Sammy boy. You see, your mind isn't exactly…normal." Lucifer chuckled. "It's very powerful, indeed. If you really wanted to be normal, you would be."
"How?" Sam replied.
"Just say the word, and I will…" Lucifer snapped his fingers and spoke in a fake British accent, "make it so."
Sam was tempted by Lucifer's offer. He was very tempted, indeed. But there were the Leviathans to deal with. And even if did say yes, he knew that Heaven wouldn't let him be normal for long.
His child-self materialized in the room next to Lucifer. "This is what we've always wanted. We just wanted to be normal."
Adult Sam blinked. "Sammy…"
"We wanted to go to college and be a lawyer. We wanted to get married and have kids. This guy…" he pointed to Lucifer, "may be a total creep, and a jerk, and an a-hole, but he can do it. He can make us normal."
Adult Sam shook his head. "Don't believe him. There's always a price to pay for what he gives you. Always. Nothing Lucifer gives you is ever free."
"But…"
"He's Lucifer, Sammy. He doesn't do things for no reason, real or not." Adult Sam took a deep breath. "I accept my fate. It's time you did, too. We aren't meant to be normal. We never were."
The boy Sam looked disappointed. "I had such high hopes for us."
"I know," Adult Sam whispered. A tear streamed down his cheek. "I know."
The boy Sam faded into nothingness. Lucifer crossed his arms and looked at the spot where the boy had been standing. "Such high hopes, Sammy," Lucifer said. "I had them, too. Now you're just a shill for Heaven."
"Screw you," Sam said, and flipped him the bird.
Lucifer stuck his tongue out and began singing "Stairway to Heaven." Sam rolled his eyes.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Dean and Agent Smith got off the elevator at the lobby. All of the people were milling about quietly. Doctors heading to their next appointment, patients, nurses, and visitors were walking around. It was, however, a tad strange that none of them were conversing with each other. People just walked by each other, not saying a word.
Dean blinked. "Something's not right here."
Agent Smith looked at him. "Too quiet?"
"You got it," Dean replied. "Yeah, this is a hospital, but it's also a reception area."
Agent Smith patted his pocket where his gun was. "Let's see what happens if we go and get your prescription."
Dean nodded. "All right."
The two of them headed towards the pharmacy, only to be stopped by a big, bulky security guard. "Excuse me, but can I see your ID?" the security guard asked.
Agent Smith took his out. "John Smith, FBI."
Dean took his out as well. "Agent Connors, FBI."
Agent Smith didn't bat an eye, even though what Dean had just done was clearly illegal. "Please step aside, Sir."
"Sorry, but I can't do that." The security guard grinned, revealing a full head of very pointy teeth.
"Leviathan," Dean said.
Agent Smith pulled out his gun and fired.
"That won't kill him," Dean warned. He whipped out his cell phone and hit the speed dial. "Sam? Sam it's me, we've got Leviathans downstairs. Get your butt down here; I don't care if it's against doctor's orders."
He hung up. "Sam's on his way."
The people around them had stopped milling about. As if on cue, all of them opened their mouths, revealing matching sets of numerous pointy teeth. Dean and Agent Smith were completely surrounded by Leviathans.
"Good," said Agent Smith. "We could really use his help."