Fic: There's Something in the Dark (5/?)
Title: There's Something in the Dark
Author: LittleLonnie
Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Action
Summary: Set sometime between 6x09 "Clap Your Hands if You Believe" and 6x10 "Caged Heat". Bobby sends the boys to check out a small town that might inhabit a mythological creature. Turns out it's a whole lot more in this town then what they first believed.
Note: There's Limp!Soulless Sam for once! Wooh! But always big bro Dean of course! And I just really wanted to write a story with more interaction between Dean and his soulless brother! The story will be well past 8 chapters ;)
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5.
"Remember, the doctor knows nothing of the supernatural," Dean said, fighting Sam's good hand so he could 'mother hen' the bloodied parts on his face,
"Will you sit still? Let me do this without your manhood taking a dump alright?" he huffed in annoyance and Sam glared at him.
"Fine," Sam dropped his hands onto his lap and closed his eyes while Dean cleaned the blood on his temple,
"Shouldn't we hide the guns?"
"Well, yes," Dean stopped tapping Sam's temple for a moment and Sam peeked one eye open, then grabbed the small towel in Dean's hand.
"Then you do that and I very carefully take care of this okay?" Sam offered and smiled satisfied to himself when Dean was about to argue, but decided against it and ran around the room to put all guns and research books into a bag. Sam removed his remaining shirt and looked at his chest, poking at a slightly purple spot that would look so much worse tomorrow.
"Stop picking at that," Dean grabbed Sam's hand when Sam hissed at the pain he caused himself. The bag with the guns and books were in the Impala and they were pretty much ready for the doctor to arrive.
"At least three broken ribs," Sam winced and shifted further onto the bed so he could lay down. As soon as his head the pillow he closed his eyes, too tired to care how weak he looked.
"Kinda surprised it isn't worse," Dean admitted and cleaned Sam's nose carefully when there was a knock on the door. Dean looked at Sam before heading over to the door, opening it slightly to look at the person on the other side.
"Mr. Kinley?" a woman asked,
"I'm Dr. Sheltzer. You called me about your partner?" she asked and Dean nodded, opening the door completely to let her in. She made quick work of her coat and went over to Sam on the bed.
"Mr. Donahue? I'm Dr. Sheltzer. How are you feeling?" she asked and first checked his pulse, pupils and reaction.
"Wonderful," Sam mumbled quietly with a very slight hint of a cheeky smile. She smiled friendly back before addressing Dean,
"Did he ever loose consciousness? Stopped breathing?" she asked, checking his breathing.
"Yeah he was knocked unconscious by the blow to his head," Dean lied. It went against every bone in his body not to mention the drowning and the CRP, but he would drag Sam to a hospital as soon as Sam could walk on his own. Whether Sam wanted to or not.
Sam was pretty unaware by now, not really giving the nice looking doctor a second thought. Not even when she removed his bloodied pants and left him in his boxers did he open his eyes.
"Why didn't you go to the hospital again?" the Doctor asked and looked up at Dean as she ran her hands down Sam's never ending legs to determined whether his legs had been lucky and escaped with just scratches and bruises.
"We're from the FBI. We're working on a quite serious case here. I wouldn't want to scare the locals unnecessary," Dean explained.
"How?" the doctor asked,
"I would think Mr. Donahue's life would be more important then scaring off the locals?" she wondered.
"Of course, Dr, but we're not new to injuries at work. I knew this wasn't life threatening. We both did," Dean defended,
"It's not right?"
The doctor thought about it for a moment before shaking her head,
"No, nothing life threatening. I would still want to make sure to talk to your boss. I'm sure he would like to hear from a doctor that his agent is going to be okay."
"Of course. I'll give you his number later," Dean explained, silently thankful that they could trust Bobby to always be ready to answer whatever phone would be calling. The doctor kept working on Sam. She gave him some sedative so that by the time she would set his shoulder he was out cold.
"What are these scratches?" she asked about the scratches on Sam's chest that didn't fit in with the rest of the injuries. Dean cursed silently,
"Uhm. I dunno. I think it might be from... uh... his girlfriend or something," he lied awkwardly, scratching at his neck. The doctor's face was unreadable for a few moments before shrugging and tilted Sam's head a little to the side, spotting what looked like a fading hickey,
"Right. You're probably right."
She checked his ribs and bandaged his torso before tending to the smaller cuts and bruises as well as checking if his nose was broken.
"Four broken ribs, multiple bruises and cuts to body and head. Mild concussion which I consider lucky considering the head wound. Dislocated shoulder and nasty bruised wrist. Anything else I should know?" the doctor said and looked up at Dean.
"No, I don't think so. You're the doctor," Dean explained.
"How long was he unconscious after the attack?" she asked and stood up.
"I didn't really take the time. Was kinda busy trying to wake him," Dean told her.
"Would you take a guess?" she asked.
"Maybe three-four minutes?" he shrugged. In reality he knew it had been way longer, but also more serious.
"Alright," she sighed and handed him a couple of small bottles,
"Here's some painkillers and I recommend you keep him in bed so he have time to heal okay. Take it easy."
Dean could only nod, knowing it would be a bitch to keep Sam in bed once he woke up again.
"You got my number," she reminded Dean as she looked at the phone number she had been given to their boss,
"Call me if there is anything."
With that the woman left.
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Dean opened his eyes and just stared at the ceiling of he motel room. Then he frowned a little as his sleepy brain registered the red-ish and blue-ish lights coming and going. He turned his head to the window and sat up. The windows were mostly hidden by the thick curtains since they arrived back at the motel early morning, but there was something wrong about the light coming through. As he walked over to the window to peek through the curtains he gratefully noted that Sam was still sleeping - or more likely knocked out since he doesn't sleep.
"The hell..." he muttered when he saw at least three police cars from where he was standing. The young police officer they had met the day before, Barnes or something was there, writing something on a note pad. Dean looked over at the ancient clock on Sam's bedside table. 10.02am. He couldn't have been asleep for more then four hours at the most. Dean got dressed in a hurry, but in practiced ease before picking up his fed batch just in case and left the room.
"Great," he sighed when he noticed they were in the middle of a crime scene. There was a large area with blood coated blankets, clearly covering a body on the ground in the parking lot.
"Officer Barnes. What's going on?" he asked as he walked over to the officer.
"Sir," the man straightened his back when he saw Dean, respect clear on his face. Dean would hate to see his reaction to the sheriff in town,
"Another murder. Gruesome. I've never seen anything like it before. Body's been cut into pieces," the young man explained.
"Where's the Sheriff?" Dean asked.
"He's in the forest. There's been another attack there as well," Barnes explained, looking rather spooked. Rookie for sure.
"What's going on in this town?" Dean took a deep breath and shook his head and looked down at the multiple blankets, bending down to lift one,
"You know who the victim is?" he asked, heart skipping a bit as he saw a bloodied arm, fingers still curled around a note in the hand.
"Dr. Amanda Sheltzer," Barnes told him, tilting his head as he saw Dean uncurl the fingers from around the note,
"What are you doing?"
"The doctor," Dean covered the arm again and stood up,
"She was at our motel this morning."