Two doctors came out. "What do you have sherriff?"
"I found this man out near the river. Looks like someone dumped him."
"How did you get him in your truck by yourself?" This guy weighed a ton.
"he was awake," Jodie said. "Just long enough to get him inside." She hoped that lie wouldn't affect his care. Kid hadn't woken up since Dean had put him in there.
"OK, you got a name?"
"Nope. Let me know when he wakes up," Jodie said, knowing it would seem weird if she waited around the hospital.
"Will do."
SSS
"So, you were a hunter?"
"Yep."
"Did that have anything to do with the fact that you kept insisting that your father died of a heart attack when he had clearly been stabbed after attacking me?" John had always just assumed Samuel had gone crazy and Mary had stabbed him. Especially when they went back to her house and found her mother dead also
"Yes. That's my biggest shame, but I'm not sure if I could go back I could do it any differently," Mary cast her eyes down.
"What happened?" John used in a gentle tone that almost sounded foreign to his ears. That tone had left him when Mary died.
"The yellow-eyed demon possessed my father and killed my mother, then stabbed himself. Or the other way around. I don't really know for sure. Anyway, then he came out and dragged you out of the car. He broke your neck. You were dead." Mary began.
"What? I don't remember being dead. I thought he just knocked me out. How did I come back."
"The demon said he could bring you back. He would just want something in ten years. Not my soul. I knew he was a demon. I knew it couldn't be good, but I said yes anyway. I coldn't bear to be alone."
"Sammy," John realized.
Mary nodded her head sadly. "I started all this."
"On the other hand, there wouldn't have been a Sam or a Dean otherwise," John pointed out.
"That's why I don't think I could go back and not save you. That and you, of course," Mary smiled.
Dean walked back in the room. "Dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes."
"Dean, what happened with Sam?" John asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I don't see any big demon army hanging around."
"That reminds me, Dad. Would it have killed you to have let us in on the loop a bit now and then. Maybe if we had known more, we would have been more prepared."
"Sorry," John said.
"A John Winchester apology. That's pretty rare," Dean smiled. "anyway, the whole demon army thing wasn't the grand plan. Sam was supposed to be Lucifer's vessel. He did end up letting Lucifere possess him, but just long enough so that he could jump back in the cage with him. This is a really, really, really long story that i don't really feel like going into all the details, but he was basically down there for ayear, whichis like a century hell time. It messed him up pretty bad for a while."
"So, he was alone in a cage with the devil for a hundred years?" Mary asked, horrified.
Dean sighed. So much had happened in the last 10 years and almost none of it good. "not exactly. The archangel Michael was also in there. He was possessing Adam Milligan at the time." He decided not to call him "your son" since he didn't want to get into it. Besides, Adam's fate was easier to bear if he was just some random guy, and not the brother he had met only briefly.
"So, Adam was tortured for a hundred years also?"
"He's still there," John admitted.
"With Michael and the devil?"
"Actually the devil is out, so just Michael," Dean said, realizing he had no idea what had become of the devil after amara had blasted him out of Cas.
"So, Michael's the good guy. No more torture?" John wondered if Dean knew that Adam was his brother. He had to know that John knew him or he wouldn't have bothered with a name.
"I wouldn't count on it. Look, dad, I'm sorry, but I honestly don't know how to get him out."
"Who is this Adam guy?" Mary asked, realizing that everyone seemed to know him except her.
Dean looked at his father. "My son," John answered. "I had no idea Sam and Dean even knew him, though."
"We didn't really. We found out about him after the ghoul you were hunting when you met his mom killed them. The angels brought him back to life for Michael to possess. Sam and I met him briefly before that happened. Seemed nice." Dean wasn't sure what you said about your half-brother to the father who had hidden him from you. "Why didn't you ever tell us about him?"
"i wanted to keep him out of hunting. Bang up job there, I guess."
"When he died, he was a pre-med student in college. I think he had a nice, happy, normal life," Dean said. "you know, until..."
"I'm sorry, John," Mary said. The loss of a child was the worst thing that could happen. And it wasn't as if he had cheated on her. She was dead at the time. Probably for a while.
"Thanks. I never really knew him all that well. I would show up twice a year, take him to a baseball game, hunting, or fishing, and then pretty much forget about him until the next time. I was a crappy father to all my kids."
"That's not true, Dad," Dean protested. "You did the best you could."
"You'd never hear Sammy say that, I'm sure," John countered.
"Actually he has," Dean replied truthfully. "I'll admit I was pretty surprised."
"Mary, I kicked Sam out of the family because he wanted to go to college. He went to Stanford on a full-ride. Most parents would have been proud. I was proud. I was just scared. I didn't know everything yet, but I knew everything was about him somehow and I wanted to keep him close. But, instead of letting him in on everything, I pushed him away and ended up getting his girlfriend killed."
"His girlfriend?" Mary asked.
"Jessica." Dean answered. "She was killed like you. The yellow-eyed demon had another demon possess one of Sam's friends, introduced him to Jess, and then killed her to get sam back into hunting. He blamed himself for that for a long time. Actually, who am I kidding? He still blames himself for that."
"Was she nice?" Mary asked.
"I just met her a couple of days before she died. She was beautiful. And I assume smart since she was going to Stanford. Sammy never really talked about her much and I didn't want to intrude."
"Well, this was a lot to take in. Is supper ready?" Mry asked.
SSS
Jodie walked into the hospital. "He's awake?"
"More or less," the doctor answered. "He's not particularly coherent at the moment."
They walked into the room. "You get a name yet?" Jodie asked. "If Sam was too out of it, she'd have to come up with some other way of finding out his name was sam Winchester and Dean's contact info."
"Not yet."
There was a groan from the bed. "Pain killers?" Jodie asked.
"We've given him morphine. You know we can't give him too much."
"I know," Jodie said. "Just can't stand to see someone in pain."
Sam's eyes opened. "Hi, can you tell me your name?" Jodie asked, hoping Sam would be with it enough to not let on he knew her. Or barring that, out of it enough to not know her.
"Sam" Sam whispered.
Luckily the doctor's pager went off. "I'll be back a little later," he said.
jodie sighed a breath of relief. Less subterfuge would be needed of the drugged up and in pain Sam.
"Where are we?" Sam asked.
"Sioux Falls General. You needed a hospital and we needed me in charge of the investigation."
Sam started to nod but that set fireworks off in his head.
"Dean?"
"Now that you're awake, you can give me the contact info of your family. I'm sure they'll be here shortly."
Sam wasn't sure what she meant by they. Dean was his only family. Maybe Cas. That woudl be good. Cas could probably heal him and take all the pain away. if he wanted to.
"Can I go back to sleep now?" Sam asked.
"That's up to the doctor," Jodie said as the doctor walked back in the room.
"You have what you need?" the doctor asked Jodie.
"Yep. I'm going to make a couple of phone calls and get Sam's family here."
"Sam, is it?" The doctor asked. "We just need to do some tests and then you can go back to sleep.
SSS
"it's Jodie," Dean said as he checked his display. "Is he awake?" he answered the phone.
Jodie was going to do some smart remark like hello, to you, too, but decided against it. "Yes. You can come on up now."
"How is he?"
"I'm not going to lie, Dean. He's in a lot of pain. But, the doctor doesn't seem to think there's anything wrong with him that time won't cure. Nothing physically anyway."
"Right. See you in a few hours." Dean knew all about emotional scars. "Let's go," he said to his anxious parents who were already standing up with their jackets on.
SSS
"Mom? Dad? I wasn't hallucinating before?" Sam asked as his family walked into the room.
"'fraid not," John joked.
"How?" he asked Dean.
"Amara. I'll tell you later."
"how are you not dead?"
"Chuck and Amara reconciled."
"Good." Sam always liked a happy ending.
"How are you feeling?" Mary asked, deciding immediately that that was a stupid question.
"I'm OK," Sam lied. "Where's Cas?" Angelic healing was sounding better and better.
"Sorry, buddy. Your friend blasted him to Siberia. He'll be a while trying to get back. who was she anyway?"
"Men of Letters, British chapter."
"What?" Dean was trying to make sense of that. "Shouldn' she be our ally or something?"
"She says we do it all wrong. And hunters in america aren't very effective. She's dead, right?"
"Yeah, Sammy. She's gone."
"Good." Sam wasn't usually vindictive, but he was making an exception in her case.
"So, how are you really?" Dean asked.
Sam looked towards the door. Dean took the hint and closed it. "What is it?"
"You saw how she was burning me, right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, I saw." Once again, he wanted to bring here back to kill her again and again and again.
"Well, before that she was pouring freezing cold water over me," Sam said, nearly ready to burst into tears.
"OK," Dean said, confused. Of everything that had happened to him, freezing cold water looked like it would be the least of it. John and Mary also shared a confused look.
"Remember back in Detroit when the devil said he runs cold?" Sam asked, but didn't wait for a response. "Well, it's true. Lucifer's touch is cold, but Hell itself is hot. The combination brought it all back. Well, that and my recent encounter with Lucifer."
"So, what exactly are you saying, Sam?" Dean asked.
"When I close my eyes, I can't get the cage out of my head. The pain, the fear, the heat, Lucifer's cold touch." He shuddered.
Dean hoped this wasn't going to be a repeat of 4 years ago.
"Just think about something else, Sammy. Suck it up. It's over." John said, trying to be helpful.
"Seriously?" Dean asked. Granted, John apparently couldn't remember his time in Hell and hadn't been around for his and Sam's resurrections, but it still sounded ridiculous.
"Yes, sir," Sam said not wanting to fight.
That was when John realized something was really wrong.