Ancient Words - Ch. 3 "In Between" Part 2/2
Title/Chapter: Ancient Words - Ch. 3 - "In Between" Part 2/2
Author: Supernatural Mommy
Characters: Sam, Dean, OFC, OMC (child), OMC ; no pairings
Spoilers: None really, unless you've not seen Season one, to Nightmare
Warnings: PG-13 now but overall R: Language, violence (including non-con acts depicted with OC's and torture) hurt/comfort, religious references (seriously, this story uses lots of religious references, so if that bothers you, please don't read) I will try to label each chapter appropriately
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em *pity*, but new characters are my own creation.
Summary: Bobby speaks with a friend while Dean tries to deal with Sammy.
Author's Notes: Sequel to Look Into His Eyes. Now everyone is trying to deal with the aftermath of thier fight with a demon. But in the process of dealing, a new evil threatens them all. Please read through my author's notes Here (from first chapter) and Here (Chapter listing and summary with some minor plot spoilers) if you need more information, explanations, etc.
I don't know what the issue with my LJ is - but this entire chapter was one of the shortest of this fic, coming in at just over 3,000 words, and LJ wouldn't let me post it. So I tried to split it and originally it said that it couldn't do that either. Hmph! So I'm trying this again. Lets' see if it works this time.
Chapter 3 "In Between" Part 2/2
Dean was still furious.
His brother had been grabbed right out of the hospital, and he should have been there. He rubbed a hand over his tired eyes, still watching his brother.
The technician had very nervously helped him get his brother’s bed back to his room. Dean had about made the man wet his pants when he demanded a nurse contact the doctor and have them come to his room, now.
Under normal circumstances, this doctor would have interested him for other reasons, but he didn’t have the energy or desire to flirt with anything right now, so the gorgeous doctor wasn’t saved from his anger as he described what had happened to his brother.
Apparently, some psycho was making a habit out of trying to hurt people in this hospital. The doctor had continued on a rant of her own after Dean had finished. She was furious that some whacko had chosen to play doctor at her hospital. It seemed another patient, a kid, had been hurt too. After her own rant, she turned on the technician.
Dean almost felt sorry for the man now.
The doctor didn’t mince words with the shaking idiot. By the time she was done, the man actually had tears in his eyes. Oh, and he was out of a job: As soon as she could notify human resources, anyway.
It was good enough for Dean. He was more concerned about whoever had actually tried to take his brother.
The doctor moved on to the bed, studying Sam’s appearance. She had collected his chart earlier and studied it now as well.
“Okay, so I need to check and see if they actually even got the CT done or not. I’m going to go double check something else and I’ll be right back.” She turned to leave and then stopped, looking over her shoulder at Dean. “We don’t make a habit of losing patients or having psychos running the halls. I’m waiting to hear back from hospital security, and I’ll decide what to do from there.”
Dean studied her back as she exited the room. He didn’t put a lot of faith in the hospital security. But he was curious about what the doctor was checking on.
He moved over to stand by his brother. Man, he looked pale. But at least he was just sleeping. Dean smoothed the blanket over his chest, moving his arms to cover him more completely. The new bruise on his cheek stood out in stark contrast on his pale skin, and seeing it again made Dean want to hit something desperately.
Where was that technician again?
He shook his head. None of this made any sense. Why would someone want to get Sam? They had taken care of the bad guy¼
His train of thought stopped, shifted. No one had checked in with Larkin after they came to the hospital. Dean had been a little more concerned about getting his brother to a hospital. They were all more concerned about getting to the hospital.
Could Larkin have been possessed again? Or could one of the guys they had left tied up gotten loose to try and get some revenge? They had pretty much forgotten about the guys left there, assuming Larkin could handle things until they could make it back.
His eyes narrowed. He wasn’t sure what was going on here. But when he figured it out, there would be hell to pay. No one messed with Sammy. Especially when he couldn’t even defend himself.
Lost in thoughts of revenge, Dean didn’t notice the doctor re-entering the room at first. But he felt the difference within the room quickly and looked over to see her walking closer to the bed.
“Well, I checked out a few things, actually. And I’ve got some good news.” She took a deep breath. “His x-rays were clear so no problems from aspirating. That’s good. And the CT scan was done, and it remained unchanged. In fact, it looked like the swelling might have gone down slightly.”
She looked again at the chart she was holding, and Dean got the distinct feeling there was a “but” coming up.
“I’m not sure what this person tried to do to him, but I’m assuming from that bruise on his cheek¼well, he was hit pretty forcefully. I don’t think it could have caused further damage, but we’ll have to watch him to make sure.”
Dean kept silent. He hadn’t thought he could feel any more guilty. But hey, why not? Now Sam could still get worse because he had let some deranged person get hold of him and the prick had hit him. He contained his anger as he looked back at the doctor. There was something else.
“I wanted to check something else out before I said anything. Do you know the Carver’s in the room next door?” Dean nodded. “Somehow the little boy was injected with medication that had been pulled for your brother.”
“Is he okay?” Dean hadn’t realized anything was going on next door. He’d been too wrapped up in taking care of Sam. Bobby must have been the little boy she was talking about earlier.
“We’re waiting for some tests for him. But the medicine that was pulled for Sam¼I checked the numbers on the syringes. The ones used next door were originally pulled for your brother, but according to his chart we didn’t use them. We’re waiting for confirmation, but we’re pretty sure that those two syringes were injected into Bobby Carver’s IV line.”
Dean’s eyes narrowed.
“You think the same person might be behind that and trying to take my brother?”
“It’s possible. I’m trying to find the nurse who signed out the medication in the first place.” She looked worried for a second. “She’s supposed to be on her shift until 6 tonight. But I can’t find her anywhere.”
Dean took this information in.
“What about Bobby? Is he okay?” At her guarded look, he pushed a little harder. “We’re family friends and I didn’t know something else had happened to him.”
“He’s stable. But we just don’t know how much damage has already been done.” The doctor sounded grave, but then her face brightened. “We’ll be able to counter the medication once we know for sure that he was injected. Then, it will just be up to his body to fight the rest of the way.”
Dean looked up just as a shadow crossed the door. Andy. The taller man entered the room with a nod to the doctor as she left the room.
“How’s your brother doing?” He walked over to look down on Sam, a frown on his face.
“We’ve got to wait to make sure he’s not any worse.”
“Annie told me he had a seizure earlier?”
“Yeah.”
“You have some other excitement?” Andy stared at him.
Dean told him what had just happened, and included the details the doctor had just shared with him. He looked down at his brother.
“How’s Annie doing with everything?”
“Pretty good, I think. But that’s Annie.” Andy ran a hand through his hair, and pulled at his collar. Dean kind of knew what the guy meant. Sometimes a person just did what they had to do. Annie seemed like that kind of person.
He glanced over at Sam and was surprised to see his eyes open: Blinking. Green eyes met hazel in an unspoken moment of relief and Sam grinned.
“Hey.”
“Hey little brother. You ok?” Dean studied his brother’s face.
“My head is killing me.” He sounded young and a little confused. “Dean?”
He met Sam’s eyes. “Yeah?”
“Tell me some psycho did not just try to take me out of here¼” He grinned at Dean in a hopeful kind of way.
“Sorry, you always attract the freaks, kiddo.” Dean flinched at the look of pain that crossed his brother’s face. He jerked his legs and looked at his arms, then wiped his bruised cheek. “It’s okay, Sam, he didn’t get too far.”
“Did you get him?” A hopeful look.
“Sorry, Sammy.” Dean looked away, suddenly sorry he didn’t get to the prick.
“No, s’okay. Just¼I couldn’t do anything. I could just watch him. Couldn’t fight. Couldn’t move.” Again he moved his arms and legs, like he wanted to reassure himself that he could, in fact, move them now. Suddenly his eyes flew open and he grabbed Dean’s hand.
“Dean! It was Larkin!” His eyebrow raised at Dean’s non-reaction. “You knew?”
“Not for sure. But he didn’t just get to you, Sam, he tried to get Bobby too.” Dean ran a shaking hand through his hair. Feeling helpless was not his forte. “Was he possessed?”
“I don’t think so¼his eyes were clear. Mean¼but clear.” Sam shook like a child at the memory. “He scared me.”
Dean glanced up quickly at the scared, childlike voice of his brother. He didn’t even think before grasping his hand and squeezing. Looked like emotional Sammy was back. He groaned inwardly. He was still watching his brother as tears started leaking from his eyes. Oh man, tears too?
“It’s okay Sam. There’s no reason to still be scared. He’s not here right now.” Sam looked at him like the child he once was, eyes big with trust.
“Promise?”
“Yeah, Sammy, I promise.” He winced, remembering his brother’s reaction the last time he used that nickname. But Sam didn’t seem to mind this time around. He was too busy crying.
“Dean?” He sounded like his brother again, his 23-year-old brother. He studied him.
“Yeah?”
“When’d the doctor say I’d stop crying like a baby and acting like an idiot over every little thing?” He laughed, uncomfortable. “It’s getting a little old.”
“Gotta wait for the swelling to go down, little man.” Dean grinned as he used a nickname Sam liked a long time ago.
Sam’s head came up, and with a grin he punched Dean in the arm. The grin fell from his face when he remembered something else Dean had said.
“What happened to Bobby?
On to Ch. 4
Author: Supernatural Mommy
Characters: Sam, Dean, OFC, OMC (child), OMC ; no pairings
Spoilers: None really, unless you've not seen Season one, to Nightmare
Warnings: PG-13 now but overall R: Language, violence (including non-con acts depicted with OC's and torture) hurt/comfort, religious references (seriously, this story uses lots of religious references, so if that bothers you, please don't read) I will try to label each chapter appropriately
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em *pity*, but new characters are my own creation.
Summary: Bobby speaks with a friend while Dean tries to deal with Sammy.
Author's Notes: Sequel to Look Into His Eyes. Now everyone is trying to deal with the aftermath of thier fight with a demon. But in the process of dealing, a new evil threatens them all. Please read through my author's notes Here (from first chapter) and Here (Chapter listing and summary with some minor plot spoilers) if you need more information, explanations, etc.
I don't know what the issue with my LJ is - but this entire chapter was one of the shortest of this fic, coming in at just over 3,000 words, and LJ wouldn't let me post it. So I tried to split it and originally it said that it couldn't do that either. Hmph! So I'm trying this again. Lets' see if it works this time.
Chapter 3 "In Between" Part 2/2
Dean was still furious.
His brother had been grabbed right out of the hospital, and he should have been there. He rubbed a hand over his tired eyes, still watching his brother.
The technician had very nervously helped him get his brother’s bed back to his room. Dean had about made the man wet his pants when he demanded a nurse contact the doctor and have them come to his room, now.
Under normal circumstances, this doctor would have interested him for other reasons, but he didn’t have the energy or desire to flirt with anything right now, so the gorgeous doctor wasn’t saved from his anger as he described what had happened to his brother.
Apparently, some psycho was making a habit out of trying to hurt people in this hospital. The doctor had continued on a rant of her own after Dean had finished. She was furious that some whacko had chosen to play doctor at her hospital. It seemed another patient, a kid, had been hurt too. After her own rant, she turned on the technician.
Dean almost felt sorry for the man now.
The doctor didn’t mince words with the shaking idiot. By the time she was done, the man actually had tears in his eyes. Oh, and he was out of a job: As soon as she could notify human resources, anyway.
It was good enough for Dean. He was more concerned about whoever had actually tried to take his brother.
The doctor moved on to the bed, studying Sam’s appearance. She had collected his chart earlier and studied it now as well.
“Okay, so I need to check and see if they actually even got the CT done or not. I’m going to go double check something else and I’ll be right back.” She turned to leave and then stopped, looking over her shoulder at Dean. “We don’t make a habit of losing patients or having psychos running the halls. I’m waiting to hear back from hospital security, and I’ll decide what to do from there.”
Dean studied her back as she exited the room. He didn’t put a lot of faith in the hospital security. But he was curious about what the doctor was checking on.
He moved over to stand by his brother. Man, he looked pale. But at least he was just sleeping. Dean smoothed the blanket over his chest, moving his arms to cover him more completely. The new bruise on his cheek stood out in stark contrast on his pale skin, and seeing it again made Dean want to hit something desperately.
Where was that technician again?
He shook his head. None of this made any sense. Why would someone want to get Sam? They had taken care of the bad guy¼
His train of thought stopped, shifted. No one had checked in with Larkin after they came to the hospital. Dean had been a little more concerned about getting his brother to a hospital. They were all more concerned about getting to the hospital.
Could Larkin have been possessed again? Or could one of the guys they had left tied up gotten loose to try and get some revenge? They had pretty much forgotten about the guys left there, assuming Larkin could handle things until they could make it back.
His eyes narrowed. He wasn’t sure what was going on here. But when he figured it out, there would be hell to pay. No one messed with Sammy. Especially when he couldn’t even defend himself.
Lost in thoughts of revenge, Dean didn’t notice the doctor re-entering the room at first. But he felt the difference within the room quickly and looked over to see her walking closer to the bed.
“Well, I checked out a few things, actually. And I’ve got some good news.” She took a deep breath. “His x-rays were clear so no problems from aspirating. That’s good. And the CT scan was done, and it remained unchanged. In fact, it looked like the swelling might have gone down slightly.”
She looked again at the chart she was holding, and Dean got the distinct feeling there was a “but” coming up.
“I’m not sure what this person tried to do to him, but I’m assuming from that bruise on his cheek¼well, he was hit pretty forcefully. I don’t think it could have caused further damage, but we’ll have to watch him to make sure.”
Dean kept silent. He hadn’t thought he could feel any more guilty. But hey, why not? Now Sam could still get worse because he had let some deranged person get hold of him and the prick had hit him. He contained his anger as he looked back at the doctor. There was something else.
“I wanted to check something else out before I said anything. Do you know the Carver’s in the room next door?” Dean nodded. “Somehow the little boy was injected with medication that had been pulled for your brother.”
“Is he okay?” Dean hadn’t realized anything was going on next door. He’d been too wrapped up in taking care of Sam. Bobby must have been the little boy she was talking about earlier.
“We’re waiting for some tests for him. But the medicine that was pulled for Sam¼I checked the numbers on the syringes. The ones used next door were originally pulled for your brother, but according to his chart we didn’t use them. We’re waiting for confirmation, but we’re pretty sure that those two syringes were injected into Bobby Carver’s IV line.”
Dean’s eyes narrowed.
“You think the same person might be behind that and trying to take my brother?”
“It’s possible. I’m trying to find the nurse who signed out the medication in the first place.” She looked worried for a second. “She’s supposed to be on her shift until 6 tonight. But I can’t find her anywhere.”
Dean took this information in.
“What about Bobby? Is he okay?” At her guarded look, he pushed a little harder. “We’re family friends and I didn’t know something else had happened to him.”
“He’s stable. But we just don’t know how much damage has already been done.” The doctor sounded grave, but then her face brightened. “We’ll be able to counter the medication once we know for sure that he was injected. Then, it will just be up to his body to fight the rest of the way.”
Dean looked up just as a shadow crossed the door. Andy. The taller man entered the room with a nod to the doctor as she left the room.
“How’s your brother doing?” He walked over to look down on Sam, a frown on his face.
“We’ve got to wait to make sure he’s not any worse.”
“Annie told me he had a seizure earlier?”
“Yeah.”
“You have some other excitement?” Andy stared at him.
Dean told him what had just happened, and included the details the doctor had just shared with him. He looked down at his brother.
“How’s Annie doing with everything?”
“Pretty good, I think. But that’s Annie.” Andy ran a hand through his hair, and pulled at his collar. Dean kind of knew what the guy meant. Sometimes a person just did what they had to do. Annie seemed like that kind of person.
He glanced over at Sam and was surprised to see his eyes open: Blinking. Green eyes met hazel in an unspoken moment of relief and Sam grinned.
“Hey.”
“Hey little brother. You ok?” Dean studied his brother’s face.
“My head is killing me.” He sounded young and a little confused. “Dean?”
He met Sam’s eyes. “Yeah?”
“Tell me some psycho did not just try to take me out of here¼” He grinned at Dean in a hopeful kind of way.
“Sorry, you always attract the freaks, kiddo.” Dean flinched at the look of pain that crossed his brother’s face. He jerked his legs and looked at his arms, then wiped his bruised cheek. “It’s okay, Sam, he didn’t get too far.”
“Did you get him?” A hopeful look.
“Sorry, Sammy.” Dean looked away, suddenly sorry he didn’t get to the prick.
“No, s’okay. Just¼I couldn’t do anything. I could just watch him. Couldn’t fight. Couldn’t move.” Again he moved his arms and legs, like he wanted to reassure himself that he could, in fact, move them now. Suddenly his eyes flew open and he grabbed Dean’s hand.
“Dean! It was Larkin!” His eyebrow raised at Dean’s non-reaction. “You knew?”
“Not for sure. But he didn’t just get to you, Sam, he tried to get Bobby too.” Dean ran a shaking hand through his hair. Feeling helpless was not his forte. “Was he possessed?”
“I don’t think so¼his eyes were clear. Mean¼but clear.” Sam shook like a child at the memory. “He scared me.”
Dean glanced up quickly at the scared, childlike voice of his brother. He didn’t even think before grasping his hand and squeezing. Looked like emotional Sammy was back. He groaned inwardly. He was still watching his brother as tears started leaking from his eyes. Oh man, tears too?
“It’s okay Sam. There’s no reason to still be scared. He’s not here right now.” Sam looked at him like the child he once was, eyes big with trust.
“Promise?”
“Yeah, Sammy, I promise.” He winced, remembering his brother’s reaction the last time he used that nickname. But Sam didn’t seem to mind this time around. He was too busy crying.
“Dean?” He sounded like his brother again, his 23-year-old brother. He studied him.
“Yeah?”
“When’d the doctor say I’d stop crying like a baby and acting like an idiot over every little thing?” He laughed, uncomfortable. “It’s getting a little old.”
“Gotta wait for the swelling to go down, little man.” Dean grinned as he used a nickname Sam liked a long time ago.
Sam’s head came up, and with a grin he punched Dean in the arm. The grin fell from his face when he remembered something else Dean had said.
“What happened to Bobby?
On to Ch. 4