Chapter 25
Sam's POV
8 hours after they leave Ricki.
"Where?"
"Wyoming." Dean answers as he hangs up with Bobby. We already have another hunt.
"At least it's only two more hours." Dean nods his agreement. Dean looks back at Samantha and makes sure she's asleep.
"Can you grab my coat off her lap? My money is in there." I reach my hand into the backseat and carefully grab the leather jacket off of her lap. I hand it to Dean.
"Dude, I think she spilt something on your coat." Dean looks at the jacket with a clenched jaw, ready to give Samantha an earful. He doesn't say anything at first. He looks at jacket with wide eyes then back to Samantha a few times before he suddenly swerves on the side of the road.
"Shit! What?" I ask concerned as he jerks out of the car. I get out as he runs around the back and opens her door.
"Samantha. Samantha!"
"Wow! Hey!" I yell when he start to lift her shirt. My protest dies when I see her side though. It's marred with deep scratches running horizontally across her side to her stomach. There's dark red bruises around it and as I look closer I can see it's red and puffy.
"It's still bleeding." Dean mutters and I immediately grab the first aid from the trunk before he can tell me to. When I come back he has a flannel shirt pressed onto her side. Only now I can see how pale she is. That must be how Dean noticed.
"Wake her up, dammit." I run around to the other side and open the back passenger side. I turn her head towards and pat her cheek slightly.
"Samantha." She doesn't even stir.
"She needs stitches." I don't pay attention to Dean as I try to wake her up.
"She's not waking up." Is this how she's going to go out? From a few deep scratches where we don't even know how she got them?
"We need to take her to the hospital." I ignore the way my chin wobbles slightly.
"Dean we can't. The moment we drive into the parking lot the police will be on the phone." We need to take her. We can't.
"Call Bobby. Or Ellen." I nod and take out my phone. Dialing Bobby, I continue trying to wake her up.
"Singer Salvage. "
"Bobby, it's me. We need help." I hear him groan.
"We don't have a needle." I look over to Dean looking through the first aid for a sewing needle.
"What happened?"
"Samantha is cut up pretty bad. She won't wake up either." Dean looks at me helplessly.
"Cut up? What the hell happened?"
"We don't know, Bobby! We just saw that Dean's coat was covered in blood and saw she had a ripped up side. We have nothing to stitch her up with and we can't take her to the hospital. We're two hours away from Wyoming. Are there any hunters that are willing to help out here?" I hear an engine start.
"I'm an hour away. Go find a motel and I'll meet you there." He hangs up.
"Can people in past comas fall into a coma again easier?" Dean asks. I look at him with answerless eyes.
"I don't know, Dean. I was in school for law not health." I bet Samantha would have laughed at that. And then made a stupid, sarcastic comment. I clear my throat and tell Dean that Bobby will be here in an hour.
"Check her pulse." I say to Dean before a car passes us. I pale as it starts to turn around.
"We need to go. The police are going to be called soon." Dean nods and runs to the driver side. I close the doors and stay in the back to keep pressure on Samantha's wound.
"Her pulse is normal." I mutter quietly a few minutes later. Dean nods and starts turning into a motel parking lot.
"Keep pressure on her wound." He says tightly as he runs into the office to rent a room for a few nights.
"C'mon Samantha." I peel back the flannel shirt slightly and curse as it's already soaked in blood. She's going to bleed to death if we don't stitch it up soon. I take off my blue flannel shirt and press it against her side. Dean opens her door and hands me the key.
"On the second floor. Great." I grab our bags and run in front of Dean carrying Samantha so I can unlock the door. He pushes past me and lays Samantha on the bed.
"If it's been bleeding the whole time she's going to need a transition." I note as he sits her on her back and sits the pillows behind her.
"Good thing you two are the same blood type." I almost can't hear him over the sound of my bag unzipping.
"How do you know?" I almost want to tell Dean not to take her shirt off but as I catch sight of another deep cut right under her arm I stop. Dean makes sure to cover her other half of her torso with a thin sheet though.
"Dammit, Samantha. You idiot." As he says that I can hear the raw concern in his voice. I know if Samantha dies right now Dean would fall apart, as would I. My phone rings.
"What room?" Bobby asks in an introduction.
"28." He hangs up.
"Bobby's here." Dean nods.
"Tell Bobby to wait a second." I look at him confused. He rests his head on his hand before jerking it away quickly in frustration.
"I have to make sure there aren't any more on her legs." I nod in understanding. She's only going to be in her bra and underwear. Dean wants Samantha to keep some of her dignity.
"Yeah, sure. I'll help him get some supplies." I almost want to tell Dean to not to do anything stupid but I know Dean would never think of Samantha in anything other than a sister. I grab the key and walk out, explaining to Bobby what's happening. And he only gives a nod before hurrying down to get the stuff we need for a transfusion.
-000-
Dean's POV
"God dammit." I mutter as I see her black leggings are actually wet on the side. As I peel them off her side I see my suspicions are right and she's cut on her hip too.
"Fuck. Please don't hate me." My voice is more rough than normal. I take a deep breathe than carefully take her ruined leggings off before I discover to my relief that this cut isn't as deep and will do with just a gauze pad. I toss her leggings into the corner and rip out a gauze pad from my backpack and open it, taping it to Samantha's hip with medical tape.
I check to make sure there aren't any more cuts on her bottom half before grabbing a pair of clean boxers from my bag and putting them on her.
"What the fuck happened when we were gone?" I throw the trash on the nightstand and make sure the shirt is still tucked into Samantha's side before I let the others in. Bobby comes bustling in with a bag of equipment, Sam behind him with Samantha's black bag.
As I turn around Bobby is already shining a light into Samantha's eyes. I almost collapse at his next statement.
"Well. Good thing is that she's not in a coma. Just in a deep sleep probably. Judging by the bags under her eyes she hasn't had good sleep in months." None of us have.
"Don't go slacking now. She's going to need a stitching and a blood transfusion as soon as possible." I jump up and take the needle from Bobby, taking a few minutes to place the floss through the needle hole, before I start to stitch her up. We all breathe a small sigh of relief when Samantha makes a sound of discomfort. She's definitely not in a coma. I get the first cut sewn up. Then the second before Sam goes over and checks her pulse.
"We need to hurry and get her sewn up for the transition. It's dropping pretty fast." I nod and move onto the third cut.
"Might as well start getting Sam ready. Won't be too much longer." I mutter through the floss going through in my mouth. Bobby nods and starts getting Sam ready, cleaning the small area of his arm and making sure his vein is healthy enough to use for blood. He starts taking the blood into some of the small hospital bags. We don't ask how he got them. A few minutes later the cuts are sewn up, a few small cries from Samantha making us wince.
"Get her hooked up." I order and Bobby gives me a look before placing the needle in her arm and ordering me to hold the bag for a moment. 'Don't fucking squeeze it.' He orders and Sam and I look wide-eyed at each other, knowing it's serious if he cursed like that. He comes back with a taken apart lamp stand. He places the bag on the side with a small nail in it so he can hang it there. We watch over her for a few seconds before we all sit in separate chairs.
"Alright. So what the hell happened?" So we tell Bobby. From the moment we left his house to when we called him. All while he listens with a straight face.
"You broke her brother out of jail?" We nod.
"She probably didn't mean to not tell you about her side. Her brother just got out and she was probably pumped full of adrenaline for the past few days she just forgot." We nod again.
"Yeah, we figured. But what about how she got them?" Sam asks. We look to Samantha as she grunts. I look down to my phone and see it's only been an hour. She has a few more hours to go with blood.
"Probably the ghost. If one 'em sons of bitches has enough determination it can move from the location of one of its items to its body. I wouldn't be surprised if she got tossed around a few times." We talk for a few more moments, we figure out Bobby was helping some guy named Garth with a hunt, until I go out to investigate the hunt.
-000-
Sam's POV
"There's a cop car outside." I look out the window of the motel as I see the blue and red flashes of a siren light appear in the room.
"Think it's for us?" Dean asks. I look back to Samantha, wondering what I would do if they are.
"I don't know."
"I don't see how. I mean we ditched the plates, the credit cards." I nod absently then breathe a sigh of relief when the cop car pulls away. I walk back into the room and sit down in the other bed in front of my laptop.
"Well, see. Nothing to worry about."
"Yeah, being fugitives? Frigging dance party." I stand back up then go over to the small desk in front of the books.
"Hey man, chicks dig the danger vibe." I roll my eyes.
"So you got anything yet?" I change the subject back to the hunt.
"Are you kidding me? How could I? You got me sifting through like 50 square miles of real estate here." I scoff at his tone.
"Well, that's where all the victims disappeared." I look over to the lamp post holding the blood bag.
"Hold on." I walk over to Samantha and take the empty bag off the lamp post before placing a new one on, thanking Bobby for thinking ahead and getting a few bags ready. I look down to her peaceful face and worriedly take in her still pale face. I feel her forehead for a second before wincing.
"Is it normal to have a fever when given a blood transition?" I walk over to the cheap fridge and grab the small ice pack in there before placing it next to her head.
"I think so, usually. Just make sure it doesn't get over 104." I nod before walking back over to the books.
"Yeah well, I got diddly-squat. What about you?" Dean finally asks after a few moments.
"Just one thing. I'm pretty sure of it now. We're hunting a Djinn."
"A freaking genie?"
"Yeah."
"What? You think these suckers can really grant wishes?"
"I don't know. I guess they're powerful enough. But not exactly like Barbara Eden in harem pants. I mean, Djinn have been feeding off people for centuries. They're all over the Koran."
"My God. Barbara Eden was hot, wasn't she? Way hotter than that Bewitched chick." I cough and roll my eyes.
"Are you even listening?" I hear him clear his throat.
"Yeah. So uh, where do the Djinns lair up?"
"Ruins usually. Uh. Bigger the better – more places to hide."
"You know, I think I saw a place a couple miles back. I'm gonna go check it out."
"Wait – no, no, no, no, no. Come pick me up first." As I say that I look towards Samantha. God, I'm missing her stupid, sarcastic comments.
"Naw, I'm sure it's nothing. I just wanna take a look around." Dean hangs up and I drop the phone on the couch before bowing my head and sighing. If only Bobby were here still, I could've helped him.
-000-
Dean's POV (Genie's 'wish'. After Sam, Carmen, and Jess got to their mom's house.)
"Who's that?" Mom looks at me weirdly when I point to a picture of me and another girl posing for the picture, the girl with bright blue dyed hair and a small baby on her hip.
"Dean, that's Samantha. Your sister." I look at mom in shock before nodding my head.
"Right. Sorry, she just looks different." Sam looks at me with a sharp glance.
"When is she coming?" The room gets deadly silent then. Sam meets me with a heated stare.
"She's dead." The air whooshes out of me. I stumble into the chair next to me.
"What killed her?" Sam storms out of the room.
"Do you not remember, Dean?" I look over to Jess's sad face and shake my head. She nods slightly and sits across from me.
"Dean, she killed herself." I might actually puke. "You found her after you couldn't get her to answer the phone. She shot herself at her house." I take a deep breath in through my nose and look away.
"Who' the kid?" I don't care that my voice cracks or that my eyes wet with tears.
"That's her and Wade's baby. The doctor said you might forget about this…something about shock." I have so many questions running through my head.
"How old was she?" Mom and Sam come back in the room. Sam looking more calm and understanding. \
"Twenty." He answers for Jess. I wonder how everybody is so calm about this. I wonder why she killed herself….I wonder if this is even real. This isn't a dream come true…this is a nightmare.
"Where's the kid?"
"Her name is Deana. I figured you would remember that since she was named after you." I feel something wet hit my hand. Maybe it's blood. Or a tear. Probably the latter.
"Where is she?"
"She's with Wade. At Uncle Bobby's." Jess takes over the speech again.
"How's Wade doing?" They all share a look.
"What?" Jess hesitates.
"He's okay. I guess Bobby and him are researching something new for his college paper….like a genie or something. A DJ? Something like that?" I jump up and grab the Impala keys.
"I'm going to visit Bobby." I leave before they can protest.
-000-
I knock three times. A healthier looking Bobby opens the door.
"Dean? I didn't know you were coming." I nod and push past the door to the living room where Wade is with a jar of…something. Ketchup? No, that's blood.
"A Djinn?" Wade looks up at me in surprise. I take in his dark circles under his eyes and boyish, long hair. His brown hair reaching just below his eyebrows and stubble marring his face. His bright green eyes look at me in shock.
"Yeah?"
"Do they grant a wish?" A few people walk into the room behind me. I'm surprised to find Ellen and Jo carrying a little girl. I gulp as all I see is a young Samantha. Dark blonde hair, bright green eyes, long eyelashes, big cheekbones, and even the freckle on her one eyelid.
"Dean? What are you doing here?" Jo asks. I sigh and look at Wade expectantly. He notices.
"Um. No, not necessarily. It makes you think it has. Why?" I look up to the bright light hanging from the ceiling and stumble when I see myself hanging from my wrists on the ceiling. I look back to Wade when I can finally see again.
"I'm in one." Bobby looks up harshly and Wade does the same. I see they believe me. I'm glad that the Singer household is only ten minutes from our house in this wish.
"How do you know?" I continue to tell them about everything, about them in real life, about how I saw the past people we saved died in this world. I didn't bring up my visit to dads grave. (All of them. Everyone that you saved, everyone Sammy and I saved. They're all dead. And there's this woman, that's haunting me. I don't know why. I don't know what the connection is, not yet anyway. It's like my old life is, is coming after me or something. Like it like it doesn't want me to be happy. Course I know what you'd say. Well, not the you that played softball but... "So go hunt the Djinn. He put you here, it can put you back. Your happiness for all those people's lives, no contest. Right?" But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero? What about us, huh? What, Mom's not supposed to live her life, Sammy's not supposed to get married? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad? It's Yeah...)
We all leave to hunt the thing a few moments later. Ellen and Jo staying behind to watch Deana.
-000-
"Why'd you have to keep digging?" I look towards Sam as he and Jess appear out of nowhere. "Why couldn't you have left well enough alone? You were happy." Samantha was dead. I adjust my grip on the knife that's in front of my stomach.
"Put the knife down, honey." Bobby glances around us worriedly before he too is gone. Wade stays a moment longer.
"Look after her." I wonder how fake Wade can say that about real Samantha. I actually wonder, how the fuck is any of this happening? But monsters are real. So anything can happen. Then Wade is gone.
I don't care that tears are in my eyes as I look at my mom. My mom who was taken too soon, who never even reached thirty. Who I yearned for years to hold me one last time and sang me 'Hey Jude'.
"You're not real. None of it is."
"It doesn't matter. It's still better than anything you had." I look towards my mom. No, she isn't my mom. She would never say that…would she?
"What?"
"It's everything you want. We're a family again. Let's go home." But we're not close…we're not happy.
"I'll die." My voice breaks. I've cried more today than I have since I was six.
"The Djinn'll... drain the life out of me in a couple of days."
"But in here, with us, it'll feel like years. Like a lifetime." Mom says. I look to Sam who gives me a half-smile. There's still something there though. Like he isn't even my brother. "I promise." Mom comes over to me and gently takes my chin in her hand. "Or fear. Just love and comfort. And safety. Dean, stay with us." She strokes my cheek lovingly and I instinctively lean into it. "Get some rest." I close my eyes.
"You don't have to worry about Sam anymore." I look over to Jess. "You get to watch him live a full life." Mom steps back, Carmen comes up and kisses me.
"We can have a future together. Have our own family. I love you, Dean. Please." I barely even know you.
Sam walks up.
"Why is it our job to save everyone? Haven't we done enough?" I look at him sharply when he echoes what I said at dad's gravestone. "I'm begging you. Give me the knife." I look at each person before taking a step back and looking back at Sam.
"I'm sorry." I whisper. Then everything goes black as I stab myself. Then Sam is yelling at me.
"Dean! Dean!"
-000-
Sam winces when the door bounces off the wall. I flinch too when I remember what kind of state Samantha was last in. I was told by Sam that she was finally taken off of the blood transfusions and her fever broke before Sam left. We both freeze as Samantha's bright green eyes meet ours.
"Welcome back." I hurry in the room. I don't hesitate to give Samantha a hug, even if it causes both of us pain. She hisses and I pull back.
"Wow. Something definitely happened when I was sleeping." I chuckle slightly and Sam leans in to give Samantha a small hug too.
"You've been out for over twelve hours." Samantha looks almost impressed with herself. I can still see her fear though.
"Jeez. I sure am a drama queen." I laugh and lay on the other bed. I keep on thinking back to that…dream.
"So what happened?" Sam sits down on my other side.
"You started bleeding out, Bobby came, we stitched you up, gave you blood, I left, Bobby left, I found the Djinn, Djinn attacked me, I was in a comatose state for a while, with some wacky dream, and now we're here." Samantha nods, before yawning.
"Amazing. God, I'm so exhausted." I chuckle once more as she passes back out. Home sweet home.
Okay. It's 4:52 in the morning and I finished this chapter. Cool! Let me know what you think please! Reviews help me write a lot faster!