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TRIPLE PLAY at OhSam!
Let’s try something a little different for September at ohsam! We’re calling it the Triple Play Challenge and here’s the deal …
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Suddenly he was aware of someone kneeling beside him and making a valiant effort to keep him at least sitting upright. A cloth was pressed to his nose from which blood still flowed and his hand moved to hold it in place. “What else can I do, Son?” He heard the kindly voice ask.
He couldn’t respond. He could only groan and hold the hell of his other palm to his forehead.
“Any other time I would suggest an ambulance and hospital but that would not help.”
Sam shook his head. He hoped it was enough for the priest to understand he concurred, no hospitals.
“It’s OK. We’ll just sit here.”
Sam heard a woman’s voice say, “Here you are, Father,” before something was laid down beside him. He then heard the bustling of clothing walking a way as a cool wet cloth was placed on his forehead.
“Can you tell me your name?”
It was a struggle but he said, “Sam.”
“Hello Sam. I’m Father Jonah. Does this happen often?”
“Not as bad,” he managed. The cloth was removed and he heard dripping water before it returned with renewed coolness. It seemed to help some.
It wasn’t as if he forgot but it was now breaking through the pain. “The man... he was beside me…” he stuttered and made a feeble attempt to untangle his limbs to stand. Father Jonah put a restraining hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes briefly and immediately wished he hadn’t as more pain seared through them directly into his head. “Dammit” he swore before remembering where he was. He gasped.
“It is Ok Sam,” Father Jonah said kindly as he reapplied the cool wet cloth and pushed Sam’s hand back to his nose. “If you can, squeeze your nose. We should really get that stopped or we will have to get you to a hospital.”
Sam acknowledged with a weak nod and did what he could to staunch the nose bleed.
“The man is fine, Sam. No worse for the wear. Sister Florence is praying with him. It was brief. He will not remember.”
Despite the pain, Sam’s eyes flew open.
“One does not become a priest without believing in demons, son. Or those who fight against them. Just be careful not to stray too far. The world needs good men like you.”
It always surprised him when outsiders knew of their work. It was more surprising that Father Jonah referred to him as a “good man”. Most of the time, he couldn’t tell the difference anymore and feared in the end he would lose. He felt the weight of it and hung his head. After a few moments, Father Jonas laid a hand on the back of his head and began speaking softly in Latin, a blessing, Sam realized. Tears mingled with the blood from his nose.
A cool cloth was applied to the back of his neck after the Amen. “Is there anyone I can call for you, Sam?”
Sam cleared his throat. “My brother. Dean. The number’s in my phone.” He fumbled into a pocket to retrieve his phone that he handed to Father Jonah.
“I’ll wait with you until Dean comes, Sam. Maybe we’ll find some peace in the meantime.”
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(it may eventually need a sequel with Dean and Father Jonah!)
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which is funny because I got onto live journal to post a story for your snow picture!! I'm off to root through comments for it! <3
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(though I am like Crowley and do not have virtues LOL especially that one! ) hehehehe
I really can not wait to see this!!!!!
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Great OC, too.
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Father Jonah is a nice guy isn't he?
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Thank you for the comment!
I'm sure Sam also knows Dean won't pray for himself so someone has to do it.
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thanks for sharing
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