Unbound Part 1moonshaydeAugust 29 2009, 16:14:12 UTC
I suck at commentfic. This is in multiple parts, unbetaed and full of errors. Early S4. ------
Sam burst into his motel room. The dead weight of Dean's upper back and shoulders pressed against his chest as he backed into the room, while his two companions lifted and carried his feet. They were careful not to trip on anything as they moved toward the bed and dumped Dean's body onto the sheets.
Immediately, Sam went to work. He uncoiled rope from his bag and started to tie down Dean's hands and feet to the metal bed frame. He tried not to look at the boils that were forming on Dean's arms or his face. There would be time to worry about that part later.
"This isn't going to work," one of his companions, a hunter who only went by the name Smith, told him as he stood by the bedside. Sam had become acquainted with Smith during Dean's time in Hell, much to his chagrin, but he wasn't denying the hunter's help this time.
"We have to try something," Sam said.
"Try what?" asked the other hunter, a woman Sam didn't know. "There is no cure."
"Tabby's right," Smith said. "Once infected, there's no going back. We've got thirty minutes tops before he's contagious."
One look at Dean and Sam knew they were right. The spots on Dean's face and neck had already turned a bluish color, when just ten minutes ago they had been an innocent shade of pink. The bacteria worked at an alarming rate, and once it came to the surface, Sam knew no quarantine would prevent an outbreak.
But he couldn't give up. Dean had been back a month. He couldn't lose him all over again.
"You and me both know we can't let this spread," Smith said. "The diseases the bunyip carries spread fast."
"It's main objective is to infect as many people as it can." He heard Tabby swear. "Bringing him back into the city was a stupid rookie mistake."
"Tabby," hissed Smith.
"Its true. I would've thought a Winchester would know better."
"I wasn't going to let him die in the swamp," Sam said. He turned to her, his face dark. "This is my brother."
"Then be a good brother and do something." She motioned to Dean's unconscious body. "Don't let him be the cause of an epidemic. You know what you have to do."
Sam knew. The bacteria couldn't thrive if its host's tissues stopped functioning. The best way - the only standard way - to stop this supernatural disease was to take out victim zero.
Yet, if these hunters knew anything about Sam, they would know he was anything but standard.
Smith must have sensed Sam's hesitation. He stepped forward and withdrew his 35mm. "I can do it for you."
Sam shook his head. "I'll do it. It has to be me."
With a nod, Smith stepped back. He didn't seem convinced, but at least he gave Sam room to breathe.
"He's going to awaken soon," Tabby said. "The first thing he'll do is beg you to untie him. It's not him. It's the disease talking. Don't listen. You got it?"
"I got it."
Sam edged closer to the bed. For now, Dean looked peaceful, as if he were just in a deep sleep. When the bacteria roused him, he knew this would be much harder.
"I need to do it alone." He glanced over his shoulder. "Leave."
Tabby hesitated, as did Smith, and it was apparent they didn't trust him to do the job.
"Stay outside. You'll know when it's done," Sam said quietly.
They finally relented and moved to the door. With a soft click, the door shut, and Sam found himself alone with his diseased brother.
Sam cursed whoever brought the creature from Australia. If they had left well enough alone, he wouldn't be in this predicament right now.
He shook his head and signed. "Why did you have to jump in front of it?"
Then, what he feared the most happened. Dean started to stir.
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Sam burst into his motel room. The dead weight of Dean's upper back and shoulders pressed against his chest as he backed into the room, while his two companions lifted and carried his feet. They were careful not to trip on anything as they moved toward the bed and dumped Dean's body onto the sheets.
Immediately, Sam went to work. He uncoiled rope from his bag and started to tie down Dean's hands and feet to the metal bed frame. He tried not to look at the boils that were forming on Dean's arms or his face. There would be time to worry about that part later.
"This isn't going to work," one of his companions, a hunter who only went by the name Smith, told him as he stood by the bedside. Sam had become acquainted with Smith during Dean's time in Hell, much to his chagrin, but he wasn't denying the hunter's help this time.
"We have to try something," Sam said.
"Try what?" asked the other hunter, a woman Sam didn't know. "There is no cure."
"Tabby's right," Smith said. "Once infected, there's no going back. We've got thirty minutes tops before he's contagious."
One look at Dean and Sam knew they were right. The spots on Dean's face and neck had already turned a bluish color, when just ten minutes ago they had been an innocent shade of pink. The bacteria worked at an alarming rate, and once it came to the surface, Sam knew no quarantine would prevent an outbreak.
But he couldn't give up. Dean had been back a month. He couldn't lose him all over again.
"You and me both know we can't let this spread," Smith said. "The diseases the bunyip carries spread fast."
"It's main objective is to infect as many people as it can." He heard Tabby swear. "Bringing him back into the city was a stupid rookie mistake."
"Tabby," hissed Smith.
"Its true. I would've thought a Winchester would know better."
"I wasn't going to let him die in the swamp," Sam said. He turned to her, his face dark. "This is my brother."
"Then be a good brother and do something." She motioned to Dean's unconscious body. "Don't let him be the cause of an epidemic. You know what you have to do."
Sam knew. The bacteria couldn't thrive if its host's tissues stopped functioning. The best way - the only standard way - to stop this supernatural disease was to take out victim zero.
Yet, if these hunters knew anything about Sam, they would know he was anything but standard.
Smith must have sensed Sam's hesitation. He stepped forward and withdrew his 35mm. "I can do it for you."
Sam shook his head. "I'll do it. It has to be me."
With a nod, Smith stepped back. He didn't seem convinced, but at least he gave Sam room to breathe.
"He's going to awaken soon," Tabby said. "The first thing he'll do is beg you to untie him. It's not him. It's the disease talking. Don't listen. You got it?"
"I got it."
Sam edged closer to the bed. For now, Dean looked peaceful, as if he were just in a deep sleep. When the bacteria roused him, he knew this would be much harder.
"I need to do it alone." He glanced over his shoulder. "Leave."
Tabby hesitated, as did Smith, and it was apparent they didn't trust him to do the job.
"Stay outside. You'll know when it's done," Sam said quietly.
They finally relented and moved to the door. With a soft click, the door shut, and Sam found himself alone with his diseased brother.
Sam cursed whoever brought the creature from Australia. If they had left well enough alone, he wouldn't be in this predicament right now.
He shook his head and signed. "Why did you have to jump in front of it?"
Then, what he feared the most happened. Dean started to stir.
He opened his bloodshot eyes. "Sam?"
(continued...)
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