Head Trip 12/13 [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 TWELVE
This Magic New Dimension
He felt her warm hand touching his. “How...” he whispered, his voice trembling. His mind was a wash with endless questions. How could she be here? Was his mind playing more tricks on him? Was this truly a dream? Why was she here? How did she survive? He had seen her.... the fire... oh god what he had done to her.... Was this hell? Was this his punishment for killing the love of his life? Her touch was so soft though. So warm. A single tear slid down his cheek. All his questions swirling in his mind and yet he could not voice them. The words would not form. He felt almost breathless just seeing her.
“Hey Sam,” her voice was soft and sweet. She looked down at him lying there in bed. She could tell her presence was a shock. She was also worried about his injuries. She didn't realize just how much she was worried until she saw him lying there. She could see a small amount of blood which has seeped from his bandages through his gown. The doctor had told her in the hall that would be normal. Still seeing him like this brought so many feelings to the surface.
Both stayed there in silence for a few moments. Neither one quiet sure where to start. Both lost in their own thoughts and feelings. Neither noticed Dr. Miller had entered the room and was observing from the door. She didn't want to intrude. However, she was concerned and wanted to be sure nothing went wrong. If it did she had to be ready to sedate Sam. Just seeing the two of them there was almost overwhelming.
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Bobby moved slowly through the door into the front section of the building. Old crates, broken shelfs, and tables littered the area. He moved carefully looking around the debris. His knife at the ready as he moved. He flipped over various boxes and over turned tables. He needed to be sure their little friends wasn't hiding in here. If he was and he went to join Dean In the search upstairs it would give it the perfect opportunity to escape.
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“Jess...” Sam's voice finally returning to him. The young man stared into the beautiful blue eyes of his companion. “Is this a dream....”
“No Sam. I'm really here,” she smiled faintly as she spoke.
“How, the fire.... and I... God Jess I'm so sorry...”
“Shh.... It's ok. I know.”
“But how did you....”
“They got me out I was in pretty bad shape.” She tried hard not to relive the memories in her mind. It had taken her years to come to terms with them, and to be able to stand here now. She took a deep breath and continued, “They had to rush me to the hospital. It was months before I was able to go home. She left go of Sam's hand a moment and reached down rolling up her sleeve. Burn scars covered her arm. I got lucky most of the burns were to my lower body. And they've managed to do a lot of re-constructive surgery.” She trembled as she spoke. This was harder then she thought it would be.
Sam felt his heart sink further into his chest. He reached up and hesitated to touch her. The scars... “Jess...” How could he have done this to her. “I so sorry... I never meant to... Oh god what I did to you...” his mind filled with images from that night. He had beaten her so badly. Then the fire. Why had he set fire to the apartment? God it was like what his father had done to his mother. He looked away shame filled his face.
He felt her touch on his shoulder. Guilt washed over him. “How can you even stand to look at me?” He asked not looking back. He couldn't bring himself to look at the women he had hurt. The women he still loved.
“It took me a long time to come here.”
“I thought I killed you....”
“I know. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you thought that.” She came around to the other side of the bed. “I need you to understand something. I know what your father did to you. All those years. And how he killed your mother...” she trailed off a moment looking down at the floor. This was so hard. “When I finally got out of the hospital and found out what happened to you. How they had locked you away and your aunt said you had a psychotic break. That you were living in a fantasy world. And you thought I was dead.....” She took a deep breath, “At first I was afraid to see you. I didn't want to make it any worse. And I wasn't sure if I could. So I stayed away.”
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Dean moved slowly up the stairs. The wood creaking with each step. The building was dark bits of light streaming from old half boarded up windows here and there. The light casting an eerie gloom to the area. He could see how the top of the stairs turned as they connected with the hallway to the floor above. He pressed himself to the wall as he got closer. His gun held at the ready and he prepared to turn the corner.
As he turned the corner he was face to face with his foe. The man in front of him grabbing Dean's arm and hand and pushing is gun into the air. A round fired off in the process. A small amount of dust from the ceiling drifting through the air as the two men wrestled for control of the gun. Both tittering at the top of the stairs as they moved around one another.
Bobby raced to the sound of the gun firing. Seeing Dean at the top of the stairs locked in combat with the vetala. His first instinct to throw his knife, but he was unable to get a good bead on the critter. It would be too easy to miss and hit Dean. A split second later and he was rushing up the stairs to aid his fellow hunter.
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“I understand... what I did was unforgivable.” Sam tried not to look at her face. The guilt was all consuming.
“Sam, you don't understand. I'm sorry.”
“Why? You should hate me.”
“I let you believe all those years that killed me....” She touched his face gently, and lifted his chin so he would look at her, “I know what that did now. I have been talking to your family the last few months. How you blamed yourself. Tortured yourself and created a whole world to torture yourself for what happened. And I know that wasn't just because of your father. A big part of that was me wasn't it?”
He pulled away tears streaming down his face. She was right. It was the guilt. His father had been a bastard. He had done such horrible things, but Jess.... He had loved Jess. She had been innocent and he had hurt her so badly.
“Sam please look at me....” she pleaded.
“How can I after what I did? I almost killed you. You should hate me. I deserve it. I deserve to be miserable and in hell.”
“No you don't. You were lost Sam. I know that now. It was because of your father. And he's gone now. He's gone. And he deserved to die for what he did. All the people he killed. But you didn't deserve to be the one who had to do it. He put you in that position. He took you away from me that night.” She touched his face gently tears filled her eyes. She didn't expect to feel this way. She had thought she would be strong enough. But all the feelings were rushing into her. She still loved him. She still cared.
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The three men were now at the top of the stairs. Bobby managed to shove the blade of his knife into the side of the opponent. The vetala hissed as the silver dagger pierced the skin of the corpse it inhabited. Despite the pain it managed to knock the gun from Dean's hand, sending the pistol tumbling down the stairs. Then Dean's fist connected with it's face. The force knocked the revenant back a bit, giving the two hunters a chance to push it forward down the hall and away from the potential fall down the stairs.
“Pin him down.” Bobby instructed, as they fought to get the vetala to the ground. They had to hold it still if this was going to work. Bobby stabbed the dagger into the critter's side again. It shoved him away in response. Bobby was sent threw the air landing precariously on top of the stairs. Barely managing to balance himself before he tumbled to the ground below.
Dean was still fighting with the vetala. He managed to get a hold of the knife, stabbing it repeatedly into the body, “No new corpse around here for you to jump into you bastard.” He felt a powerful fist connect with his jaw. His head spun from the blow. But Dean was not detoured. He was focused. This damn thing was going to die.
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Sam shut his eyes. The feeling of her hand on his face. She felt so warm. He loved her so much. “I love you...” he whispered, part of him wishing he hadn't .
“Sam...” her voice soft as her heart welled up. She leaned in close to him and gently kissed his lips. She loved him too, despite everything she loved him.
He felt her warm lips on his. His heart breaking and racing all at the same time. He reached his hand up and touched her face softly, then ran his hand gently through her hair. The guilt and pain mixed with happiness and joy. So many emotions overflowed within him. The woman had loved was here. The woman he had thought had died. In both worlds he had felt responsible. And now he realized why. He realized why he hunted. It was because of her. And now he knew he didn't have to any more. More then anything he wanted to be healthy. He wanted to be with her.
Slowly she pulled away from his kiss. “I love you too...” she whispered.
Her words were what he hoped to hear. But how could he ask her to ever forgive him? More then anything he wanted to be with her again. “I....” he paused not sure where to begin.
“Sam I know.” She smiled. “Listen I don't want to loose you. And we have a lot to work through but... I want to. I miss you.”
“Jess... I want to... I want to fix things. I want to get better.” He thought about the other world, all the pain, the terror, the blood, and fighting. He thought about Dean, Bobby and Ruby. He thought about Lilith and the seals. He didn't want to return. “I want to stay here.... I... I don't want to be sick any more. I want to be whole again.”
Dr. Miller sighed in relief from the door trying not to let her presence be noticed. It had worked. She smiled and slowly inched from the room to give them their privacy.
“Sam...” Jess smiled and leaned in and kissed him once more.
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Dean had managed to pin the vetala to the wall. Dean arm pressed across the man's neck. Dean shoved the dagger deeper into the walking corpse, turning it slightly as he did. The man writhed in pain and frustration. He tired to shove the hunter from him but the silver was weakening him too much.
Bobby scrambled to his feet pulling a rosary from his pocket. He rushed to the two men. “Requiem aeternam dona ei domine et lux perpetua luceat ei requiescat in pace” Bobby began reciting the Latin funeral rites, as he held the rosary in front of the revenant's face, “anima ejus et animae omnium fidelium defunctorum per misericordiam dei requiescant in pace,” as he completed the rites the pinned man slammed it's head back against the wall and let out a horrible howl.
Within a few seconds the corpse fell limp in Dean's grasp. And the younger hunter pulled the dagger from it's side and let the body fall to the floor.
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Chapter 13