Head Trip 10/13 [R] Sam/Jess; Dean, Bobby
Warnings: Graphic violence, language
Timeline: Season 4
Disclaimer: Based on the Series Supernatural. Copyright infringement not intended.
Status: Complete
Summary: Sam wakes up in a mental hospital and is told that Dean isn't real. Dean & Bobby try to care of Sam who was injured during a hunt and has yet to regain consciousness. Sam begins to flash back and forth between realities. He tries to hold on to his sanity.
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Notes: This story switched back and forth between realities alot. If you like movies like 12 monkeys, you will probably like this.
CHAPTER TEN
In Another World
“Get out of the way Sam.” Ted glared at the man that now stood between him and the door. They were running out of time. What the hell was wrong with Sam, “We don't have time for this.”
Ted moved forward and tried to push past Sam, “I'm not moving, you killed him for no reason.” Sam push Ted back and away from the door.
“I told you I'm not staying here any more. Now either get on board or I'll go through you.” Ted glared as Sam took a stronger stand to block the door. “Fine have it your way.” Ted looked down at the desk and saw a pair of scissors, he quickly grasped them in his hand and charged at Sam.
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“I got a name and a face,” Dean stated as he and Bobby met up at the impala. He pulled a folded photo he had stolen, from within the funeral home, from his pocket.
Bobby looked down at the photo as Dean handed it to him. “Now we just need to find him again.”
“Well last time he headed for the farm house after an attack,” Dean stated as he leaned through the window and grabbed a map from the glove box. “But I think we need to find him before he strikes again. He must have just switched bodies too cause the kid was in there.” Dean walked around to the back of the car and spread the map out on the trunk. It had various locations all circled in red, from the investigation they had already done.
“We better get a move on too.” Bobby added.
They both looked at the map, a pattern starting to emerge. Dean pointed down at the map, “You thinking what I'm thinking?”
Bobby nodded, “I think we got 'em.”
The two hunters quickly piled into the impala and it raced off. Both eager to end this and worried that they might be too late.
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Several orderly came running down the hall. Ahead they could see Ted come flying from the door, the patient slamming into the wall of the hallway. He quickly picked himself up as Sam came from the office. Sam cause sight of the orderly's from the corner of his eye, at least their commotion had drawn the attention of the staff.
Ted gripped the scissors tightly in his fist and pushed himself up. “Damn Winchester,” he snarled as he rushed at Sam once more. Sam grabbed his opponent's hands struggling to keep the scissors from impaling him. The two moved around each other both trying to push the scissors. Ted trying to shove them into Sam and Sam trying his best to push them away. This was getting him no where. He had to do something. He raised one hand balling it into a fist and connecting with Ted's jaw. The man's head spun a bit from the blow, and he nearly lost his footing. However, Ted quickly recovered. He was pissed, Sam had completely blown his escape attempt. And now Ted was out for blood and revenge. He pushed forward with more force just as he felt the grasp of orderly's on his shoulders.
However, their arrival was not as fortuitous as Sam had hoped. They had been running down the hall so quickly that stopping completely was a bit of a problem. The inertia they had built up helped to push Ted forward just enough for Sam to feel the blades of the scissors penetrate his abdomen. The orderly's corrected quickly, unaware of Sam's injury, and pulled Ted away. They grabbed him and wrestled him to the ground. Sam looked down at his side seeing the blood seep through his clothes. One of the other orderly's noticed the wound. “Oh god... we need a nurse stat.” He yelled as he ran to catch the injured man.
Sam stumbled back into the wall. He was about to pull the blades from his side when the orderly stopped him, “no Sam, you can't.” He stated pulling the young man's hands away. Luckily the orderly knew enough about first aid, “it will only make it worse. We'll get you help. Stay clam.” The orderly quickly began stuffing fabric around the scissors and the wound trying his best to apply pressure without making the injury any worse or pulling the scissors out. He couldn't risk Sam bleeding any worse.
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Dean and Bobby sat in the impala, watching the dark city streets. It was just after nine and they were hoping like hell their hunch was right. So far all the attacks had been relatively close to one another. They hoped that they would spot the vetala on the street.
They sat there watching the comings and goings. It was a fairly busy Saturday night. Many people were out driving and walking in the area. Some were headed to the small theater and others to one of the near by bars.
The number of people were going to make it harder to spot their freak of the week, but at the same time it might just draw it out. The damn thing seemed to enjoy striking in public.
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“You son-of-a-bitch Winchester!” Ted called out as the orderly pulled him down the hall. He fought and kicked as they tried to get him away from the scene. “I hope you die! You ruined everything you self-righteous prick!”
Sam tried to focus on anything other then the pain and Ted. Why in the hell did this hurt so much? He felt so weak and dizzy. “Doctor Roberts.... he's....” he trailed off thinking of the other man. “Ted... he... the monitor...”
“Oh my god!” another orderly called out as he looked into the office. Dr. Roberts lay in a pool of his own blood on the floor. “What in the hell happened.”
“Ted....” Sam's voice trailing off.
Ted yelled as he was dragged down the hall, “He's fucking dead. And I swear if you survive I'll kill you too Winchester. You hear me? You better die or you'll regret it!” His voice finally becoming hard to hear as the staff pulled him into one of the rooms.
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“There,” Bobby stated, pointing across the street. It was their target. He was walking behind a young couple, no doubt planing on putting the whammy on one of them.
The two hunters got out of the car, carefully hiding their weapons beneath their jackets. They would have to be careful with so many civilians in the area. They needed to get this thing off the streets and preferably before it drove anyone else crazy.
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“Quick, we need to stop the bleeding,” the nurse stated as she began to take over the scene. “Sam you need to lay still for me ok?” She tried to look at him as reassuringly as possible. “I'm going to pull the scissors out. When I do we need to stop the bleeding as quickly as possible.”
“EMT's are on the way,” an orderly said as he ran down the hall.
“Good.” The nurse took a deep breath. This was why she got out of the emergency room and went got the job here in the first place. She hated treating wounds. At least her training was going to come in handy. “Ok Sam are you ready?”
Sam took a deep breath and leaned his head back on the floor, the pain from the scissors was intense. He tried to remind himself he had been shot, stabbed and flung around more times than he could count, but for some reason his memories of being stabbed were nothing like this. It seemed like it hurt more then he remembered it ever hurting before. He took a deep breath and readied himself. “Yeah, I'm ready.” The pain was starting to make him very light headed. He almost hoped that he would fall unconscious, maybe then he would wake up in the real world.
The nurses hand shook a little as she pulled the blades from his side. Quickly stuffing a towel against the wound. She pressed as hard as possible in order to help slow the bleeding. The floor around Sam was bloody, she estimated he had lost a couple of pints already. She worried he would lose consciousness.
A mixture of both pain and relief filled Sam as the blades slid from his side. He let out a guttural scream.
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Dean and Bobby crossed the street weapons at the ready just under their jackets. They had to wait for an opening. They need this thing to spot them and get spooked. They needed it to run to get away from the people on the streets.
Dean called out, “Hey Frank!” The corpse that had been Frank Yates turned and recognized the man who had impaled on it's last bodies. He glared at the hunter, before taking off running.
Dean and Bobby quickly followed suit. At least it had worked now they just needed to catch the son-of-a-bitch. The two hunters ran after the vetala as it turned a corner heading down a less populated street.
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Sam was starting to feel a little cold, the blood loss taking it's toll on him. “Sam come on now,” the nurse urged him. “Hold in there, ok? The EMT's are almost here.”
Sam couldn't see the other nurse who had been trying to help the doctor. His pulse was weak but still faint, Sam had been mistaken when he felt for it before. But the others in the office were worried the doctor wouldn't make it. Just as worried were the nurse and orderly caring for Sam.
Sam tried to fight the dizziness. He wasn't sure any more what was real. But if this was a dream this could be just as dangerous as if it were actually happening. He had read enough lore about people who die in their dreams only to actually die. Hell they had even faced someone using dreams to kill people. He had to get control of this. Had to keep himself focused. If this was just a dream why couldn't he control it? Why couldn't he affect it?
The blood loss was too much. Everything was getting blurry. “Dean...” he whispered under his breath as he felt the world around him go dark.
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Dean and Bobby continued to give chase. The man ahead of them quickly darting down an alleyway. As Dean and Bobby turned the corner to follow they pulled their weapons. Dean pulling his pearl handled .45 and Bobby pulling a silver dagger. The older hunter wished the younger had chosen a weapon less likely to draw attention. They would have to be quick, especially if Dean had to fire off any rounds. Though even Bobby knew the gun could be useful especially with this thing on the run.
The hunters paused at the entrance of the alley, their quarry was no where in sight. “He must be hiding'” Bobby declared as they both began scanning the surroundings. The vetala couldn't have gotten far, they had only been a few seconds at most behind him.
“Marco...” Dean called out in the most smart ass tone he could manage as he and Bobby continued further into the alley.
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“Ok let's move him,” an EMT stated as they raised the gurney with Sam on it. In the office a similar scene was unfolding with Dr. Roberts as EMT's attempted to stabilize the man before moving him.
In the hall the EMT's with Sam moved swiftly down the hall and outside. They needed to get him to the emergency room. The mental hospital was ill equipped for such things.
One of the EMT's spoke into his radio as they went, “Trauma patient coming in will need another 2 units of O negative upon arrival. We've managed to stabilize enough for transportation but he's still unconscious.” He paused then continued, “The second victim is about to be moved. More information will follow from the other team. Have the emergency staff ready for our arrivals.”
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Chapter 11