Chapter 12
Dean wished he knew what was going on. He wished he could look around and figure out where he was. For god's sake, he wished he didn't have to be carried by Sam! But every time he tried to move, a new wave of pain shot through him with varying intensity. He just had to look at the surroundings that were already in his eyeshot.
Cas slowly made his way over to Sam and Dean, trying not to make the demons suspicious of him. Chances are if they suspected anything of Cas, they wouldn't have an angel blade to take on the angel. They would probably just take it out on Dean.
"How is he doing?" Cas asked, concerned.
"Not good." Sam said sadly, taking his eyes off Dean for only a split second to look at Cas. Cas nodded and looked down at Dean.
"Cas...?" Dean asked weakly.
"Yes Dean?" Cas replied.
"Where... are we?"
"We'll explain later, it's a long story."
Dean nodded and let his head fall to the side, the pain showing on his face.
"Um, Sam?" Rory spoke up tentatively, looking at the small group.
"What?" Sam responded.
"I- uh- can take a look at your brother if you want. I'm a nurse." Rory seemed a bit nervous as he asked this. Sam was obviously very protective of his brother. And with Dean in this state, it made him extremely volatile and ready to lash out at anyone.
Sam nodded slowly, "Yeah, yeah. Thanks."
Rory slid over next to them, "Ok, I'm gonna need you to put him on the ground."
Sam reluctantly shifted Dean slowly from his lap onto the ground. Dean moaned in pain. "Sorry, Dean, sorry." Sam told his big brother.
Rory took in the horrible condition of Dean Winchester. He was losing so much blood, it was a wonder he was still conscious.
Dean moaned loudly in pain and Sam panicked. "What hurts, Dean?"
"Back..." Dean answered.
Sam slowly turned Dean on to his side to see the back of his shirt torn apart. It was obvious that Crowley had whipped him. The anger flared in Sam again. He place Dean back and he moaned again.
"We need something to slow the bleeding." Rory's voice cut through Sam's thoughts.
"Got it." Sam said, taking off the plaid shirt he had over his tight, white t shirt. He handed it to Rory and watched as he tore strips off to create make-shift bandages for the cuts on Dean. Dean continued whining in pain and Sam looked down at him, unable to stop the pain. He started running his hand through Dean's hair, really hoping that Dean didn't catch him on it. Or at least didn't care.
As Rory finished bandaging all the wounds he could, he looked at Sam. "He'll be ok for now, but he needs to get to a hospital."
"Yeah..." Sam murmured.
Sam brought his brother back up onto his lap as Amy and John came over. "How's he doing?" Amy asked.
"Not so great." Rory answered.
"I don't want to be rude or anything, but why do you guys care?" Sam asked, thoroughly confused at why complete strangers would care about him and his brother.
"What do you mean?" John replied.
"I mean, why do you care about me or Dean? Most people we come across wouldn't give two craps."
"Why shouldn't we care?" Rory asked.
"Well, we're not important."
Amy smiled a little and said, "The Doctor has a saying. He says, 'You know that in nine hundred years of space and time, I've never met anybody that wasn't important.'"
Sam smiled a bit too.
The group was silent for a while until the Doctor and Sherlock crawled over to the group. As they were heading over, they heard the Doctor mutter, "Sherlock, you're a genius!"
"What did he do this time?" John asked.
"We've made a plan." the Doctor responded.
I think the Doctor Who quote I added in here is one of my favorites! I love it so much!
What do you folks think of a sequel to this story? I really wanna make a sequel after this one's finished but I want to know what you guys think of it? Any ideas of what would happen in it? I'm open to suggestions! Review and tell me or PM it to me! It's up to you!