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herecmestrouble

In which Michael finds his father.

Dec 22, 2009 11:18

Storming a Triad guarded building wasn't an easy thing to do, so they went in with every weapon they had. Finding out where they were even holding his father had been hard, but they had still managed to do it, tracking their movement and backtracking when they were wrong, over and over again until they had found the right facility, and even then ( Read more... )

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likely_evil December 22 2009, 16:29:02 UTC

The cold floor was the only comfort that Sam had for the last few days as his body was starting to succumb to the infections and pain and the last residuals of the blood addiction withdrawal.

It was easier to just lay still and breathe and sleep then to even fight any longer. Stolas had even gotten bored when Sam stopped fighting back and just laid there and ignored him. He wondered if they were just waiting for something, or if they just planned to let him die on his own and see how long it would take.

He woke up when the exorcism was played over the PA. His face was turned away from the door and he couldn't even lift his head when he heard the door open and his son's voice. He did, however, hiss as he felt his son's hand on his shoulder. It was a light touch but he just hurt everywhere at this point.

"Michael?" he asked, hoping it wasn't a trick of Stolas' in his mind again. One bloodshot eye cracked open to see the foggy outline of his son.

herecmestrouble December 22 2009, 16:32:29 UTC

Michael let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when he heard his father speak, before glancing back over his shoulder to order a gurney to be brought in to get them out of there. They'd done a salt line around the perimeter, but they still weren't sure if the entire building was secure, so he wanted to get Sam out of there as quickly as possible.

He'd heard the hiss, though, so he moved his hand, checking Sam over for fatal injuries that needed to be attended to right away. "Yeah, Dad. It's me."

likely_evil December 22 2009, 16:40:25 UTC

Michael would notice the broken arm, as well as the deep bruising over almost 2/3rds of Sam's body. Amazingly, his legs were actually still in tact except for some scrapes and cuts. Most of the damage was on his ribs and upper body.

"Need to get out..." he said before his words were cut off as he hissed hard when hands started to move him to the gurney. He wanted to scream but he wouldn't now, not in front of his son.

He was talking about his son getting out. He couldn't let Stolas come back and get his hands on Michael. He'd rather they leave him to die than that.

herecmestrouble December 22 2009, 16:43:12 UTC

"Yeah, Dad, we're getting out," Michael said with a nod, walking at his side as they wheeled him out of the building. "Don't worry. We've got it covered."

They moved quickly, not wanting to waste any more time than they had to. Rolling Sam out of the building they loaded him onto one of the trucks and started to race their way out of the area while the medics attended to Sam. Michael just kept close, his hand resting on Sam's calf, partially for Sam and partially for himself, just to make sure he was still there.

likely_evil December 22 2009, 16:50:06 UTC

They realized that Sam's lung was punctured pretty quickly and put him on a pain med and oxygen, and Sam welcomed the hazy pain free drug state with open arms.

One of the men looked at Michael and gave him a reassuring nod. "You dad's a tough son of a bitch. Any other man would be dead with these injuries. Those angels really do look after him."

herecmestrouble December 22 2009, 16:55:28 UTC

"Angels are one way of looking at it," he sighed, before leaning back in the seat and just letting the medics do the work they needed to do. He knew very well that there was a possibility his uncle had had a hand in this, but he wasn't going to question it. He was just lucky that his father was going to be okay.

likely_evil December 22 2009, 17:09:10 UTC

When they got Sam back to the building and the med bay, the doctors wheeled him right into surgery, pointing Michael to the observation platform. It took then a few hours, but when they were done he was in recovery with an arm in a sling above the bed, his ribs bandaged up nice and tight, and a neck brace to keep his head still for a few days while the compacted fractures healed along his upper spine.

He still looked worse for wear and the morphine drip was to help with the pain, and he was in a light sleep when they finally showed Michael back to his father's room.

"Do you want us to get you anything, sir?" one of the nurses asked. "He may not wake up for a day or two. There's a nice meal being cooked downstairs."

herecmestrouble December 22 2009, 17:13:29 UTC

"I'll be okay," he said with a nod. "I just want to stay here with him for a bit."

likely_evil December 22 2009, 17:22:03 UTC

The nurse nodded and left the two Winchester men alone. Sam's vitals didn't change for a few hours, and then suddenly his heart rate and BP rose as he opened his eyes in a panic, looking around in confusion, not knowing or remembering where he was.

herecmestrouble December 22 2009, 17:38:56 UTC

"Dad! Dad," Michael said softly, making his way closer and placing his hand on the bed behind his shoulder but close enough that Sam could feel he was there, moving his head forward so that his father could see him. "It's okay. You're safe."

likely_evil December 22 2009, 17:45:06 UTC

Sam looked at his son, and the confusion bleeded away to relief. He relaxed back into the bed again, trying to calm his breathing. "I thought it was another trick..." he said softly, looking around again at the familiarities of the med bay.

"What... are you ok?" he asked, the ever worried father.

herecmestrouble December 22 2009, 17:46:22 UTC

"Yeah, Dad, I'm fine," he sighed. "All the demons were out by the time we actually breached the building. We didn't even lose anybody."

likely_evil December 22 2009, 17:50:06 UTC

He nodded, his good arm sneaking up to take his son's hand and holding it tightly. "Good... good."

He closed his eyes and relaxed a bit more. "You did a good job."

herecmestrouble December 22 2009, 17:53:14 UTC

"Thanks," he nodded with a small sigh, squeezing his father's hand lightly. After a moment, his eyes dropped to the bed. "I was really worried about you.

likely_evil December 22 2009, 17:57:23 UTC

"I'm sorry," Sam said softly, opening his eyes back up. He winced as he tried to shift a bit in bed, then he gave up. "It was a trap."

herecmestrouble December 22 2009, 18:01:34 UTC

His first response to that was 'no shit,' but he swallowed it back, not wanting to start a fight. As much as he wanted to yell at his father, felt he should yell, he didn't. He'd hear Sam's side first. Then he'd yell.

"Why didn't you bring back-up? Or even -- tell anyone where you were going?"

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