Ancient Words - Ch. 5 - Getting their Way
Title/Chapter: Ancient Words - Ch. 5 - "Getting their Way"
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 now, R overall for adult themes: Overall rated for 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: Sam and Bobby each have their own obstacles to overcome, but they each know how to get their way.
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.
Ancient Words - Ch. 5 - Getting their Way
Sam jerked awake some time later.
Confused, he stared around him. How did he get in here? He studied his legs, realizing they were cold. He was cold. He stared down at the hospital gown in disgust. It did nothing to shield his lanky frame from the cold floor. He backed himself up carefully, cautiously, and used his arms to push himself into a sitting position against the wall.
He was shaking all over, and not just from the chilly floor: A cold sweat covered him from head to toe. He really didn’t want a nurse to find him like this. Forget what an idiot he looked like, he was barely freaking dressed. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall and sighed.
He resigned himself to calling out to Dean for help when everything faded once again.
This time his eyes didn’t close, instead they stared sightlessly ahead as he fell to the side. He couldn’t say anything, couldn’t even move his mouth. Drool instead collected in his mouth and trailed to the floor. His arm started jerking solidly beneath him, causing his body to twitch as his runaway arm repeatedly hit his abdomen.
He lay in a heap on the floor.
A tear leaked unfelt from his eye and splashed to the floor.
He wasn’t aware when the jerking in his arm marched down his body, and included his leg. And just a minute beyond that, when his whole body started to shake, his eyes had already rolled back into his head.
As the tremors ended, his labored breathing was the only sound echoing in the bathroom.
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Dean woke with a start and moved his head gingerly, rotating it to try to lessen the pain. At first, he didn’t realize what caused him to wake up. Then his eyes fell on the empty bed in front of him and he jumped up, all pain and sleepiness forgotten. Where was Sammy?
His eyes narrowed as he took in the unhooked IV and blank monitor, limply hanging cords still littering the bed. That idiot! Where had he gone? He looked around and saw the bathroom door cracked open. He heard a very light sound echoing in the small room and walked cautiously towards the door.
He recognized the labored breathing from a few feet away and crossed the room quickly, trying to throw open the door; something stopped the door from opening fully.
He stuck his head through the opening and saw his brother’s long legs trembling on the floor. His brother was on his side against the wall, behind the door. The several inches of open doorway wasn’t enough to let Dean into the small room. He pulled his head out of the room and banged his hand against the door in frustration.
“Sam? Sammy? Man, you’ve got to wake up and move over, man. Come on.” He peeked into the bathroom and saw no indication that his brother was alert. He was about to go out the door to find a nurse but ran into Annie as she entered the room instead.
She grabbed his arm, and he was so grateful to see a friendly face he pulled her toward the bathroom door.
“Sam’s in the bathroom and something’s wrong¼he’s in front of the door and I can’t get in to him.” Dean ran his hand through his hair and turned around with a sigh. He glanced back at the small woman when she stepped closer to the bathroom.
“Maybe you should call a nurse, Dean?” She poked her head in the bathroom and hurriedly pulled it back out again. “Um . . . Dean? Hold that. You think maybe we could find a way to Um . . . help cover him up first?”
Annie’s horrified expression and bright red face told him what his eyes had missed just minutes before. He poked his head back through the doorway and cursed.
“He’ll die if a nurse sees him like that, even if the most important parts are covered.” He winked at her, grinning when Annie turned a brighter shade of red. He hadn’t thought that was possible. He studied Annie and then looked back at the bathroom door.
“Hey, I think you could fit through there¼.maybe. Could you get in and try and move him just a little?” He gave her what he hoped was an innocent expression.
“But he’s almost naked!” Annie squeaked.
“Nu-uh¼he’s covered where it counts. Seriously. Come on Annie. You can get in and get out and he’ll never know. I just need to be able to open the door a little further and then I can get in there. . .” He gave her his most charming smile. “Please?”
Annie crossed her arms and tried not to smile at him, then sighed.
“Okay. I’ll just try and move him a little and then let you take over from there.” She lowered her eyes. Dean just grinned. He didn’t think he’d ever encountered a woman quite that shy. It wasn’t like Sammy was completely uncovered.
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Annie moved to the door and squeezed through the small opening. It took her a minute of wiggling to contort her body just enough to inch through and she immediately knelt beside Sam, looking at his pale face and taking in his appearance.
“Oh, no! I think he might have had another seizure.” She pried open one of his eyes and then shook her head. No. No. No! “Oh, man. Okay, let me get him moved over.”
She studied his lanky form, deciding to try to pull his exposed arm. She grasped it firmly with both hands and pulled as hard as she could. And fell back with a grunt when his body didn’t budge an inch.
Okay God, I know I’m a wimp, but come on, help me out here . . . please?
“You okay, Annie?” Dean’s head poked through the door to take in her predicament as she struggled up from where she’d fallen backwards. He obviously thought the determined look on her face was funny for some reason. “Oh, man, Annie . . . I know he’s a big lug but you only gotta move him a little bit. Put some muscle into it.”
He ducked his head back out of the bathroom when she directed a glare his way. She stared down at Sam and tried to decide the best way to go about this. First, she decided, she would just pull that stupid gown down a little more. Her face burned up as she realized he was just shy of downright naked. She closed her eyes. Oh, man.
She grabbed hold of the puke-green gown and then averted her gaze, closed her eyes, and yanked down hard. She peeked and was relieved to see the gown covered more than before.
She decided that if she angled herself just right, maybe she could use her momentum to pull him back up into a sitting position. She closed the bathroom door and planted her feet where the floor and wall/door met.
“Annie?” Dean’s muffled voice floated through the closed door.
“I got a plan, Dean. Just give me a minute.” She gritted her teeth and maneuvered herself so she could awkwardly grasp underneath both of Sam’s armpits. With her feet planted, she propelled herself up and sideward, pulling Sam into an almost sitting position and falling on her behind in the process. She scrambled to get up, falling over one of his legs instead. She struggled to sit up and move again when shooting pain pulsed through her ankle.
“Um. Dean? I think I moved him enough for you to get in. I’m just gonna scoot out of the way and you can come and get him, okay?” Only she could manage to twist her ankle doing something so silly. She shook her head, trying to maneuver to the other side of Sam as the door opened behind her. It hit her sore ankle and she gasped. Gritting her teeth, she scrambled the rest of the way and planted herself on the other side of Sam.
“Uh¼.Annie?” The quiet voice startled her and she looked up, into Sam’s confused eyes. Oh, great, so much for getting in and out without him knowing¼
“Hey, Sam. How are you feeling?” She was trying so hard to notice how red her face was getting. She couldn’t help it she was a prude. Just, Lord, please let’s help him and then get the half-naked man out of here.
“Why are you in here? And¼” He looked down and seemed to notice his own predicament and his face turned bright red. He jerked against the bottom of the gown and just seemed to grow angrier at the inch or so of coverage he gained. “Dean?”
They both glanced up as Dean managed to make it into the now crowded room.
“He’s awake now.” Annie said unnecessarily. She turned her head to the side and wished she could die of embarrassment. Sam was sweet and¼oh, Lord, very cute. And she did not just see him like that.
“I couldn’t get in the door, dude. Annie was able to squeeze through and move you a little.” Dean glanced from Sam to Annie and then back to Sam’s state of undress and grinned. “Oh. Come on, we’re all adults here. A little skin isn’t that big a deal.”
He threw his hands up in a defensive move when Sam looked up to glare at him.
“Just¼can you help me out of here Dean? Please?” He looked pleadingly at his brother and Dean sighed. He reached an arm out to help pull Sam to stand, but had to catch him when Sam managed to make it up, just to topple again.
“I’ve gotta get you over a little so I can get the door open the rest of the way. Otherwise I can’t lug your freaky butt out of here.” Dean was trying to maneuver Sam a few more inches over to accomplish his plan when Sam’s limp body betrayed him and he started slipping down again. Dean tried to catch him but ended up going down with him instead.
Sam landed on Annie, who grunted in surprise. Dean landed on Sam, who just groaned.
“God, Dean, get off me!”
“I’m trying!”
“Sorry Annie.” Sam spoke softly, unwilling to make eye contact.
“’S okay, but Sam¼” She glanced up and couldn’t help flinching as his weight settled over her legs. “Could you get off me?”
Dean jerked Sam’s proffered arm and pulled him into a standing position. This time, Sam steadied himself and used Dean’s arm for balance as he started towards the bathroom door.
Feeling a draft against his back he grimaced and used his other hand to reach behind and close the stupid hospital gown. Stupid things. His face reddened further. He stumbled and Dean used both arms to keep him upright.
“You okay, man?”
“Yeah. My balance is just a little off.” He shrugged his shoulders and leaned on his brother as they reached the door.
“A little? What the hell happened Sammy? And what were you thinking in the first place¼?”
“I just didn’t want to wake you up.” He grimaced. That had really worked out well for him.
“Yeah, well, how’d that work out?” Dean’s sarcastic reply just made him feel worse. He felt so muddy-headed already, he really didn’t think he could stand to hear more lectures right now.
“Sorry for trying to let you get a little sleep, jerk.” By now they were to the bed and Sam eased down onto the comforting coolness. He threw off Dean’s helping hand and tried to push himself back into a sitting position. He hated feeling like a weak idiot.
“You still didn’t answer¼what happened? Annie thought you looked like you had a seizure¼did you?” Dean studied his brother’s pale face, the circles under his eyes.
“I don’t know. Everything went black and I went down. When I came to everything faded again and I couldn’t control anything. I fell over but I just remember not being able to move.” The memory made him feel uncertain, a little scared. What was going on with his body? And with him?
“So you probably did have another one. Damn, Sam¼you gotta think, man! I should call the nurse¼” He shoved a hand into his hair and turned. With a deep breath he turned back to face his brother.
His gaze flickered to the bathroom, though, and suddenly he stilled. A questioning expression on his face, he walked towards the bathroom.
“Dean? What . . . ?” Sam watched his brother walk towards the bathroom. What was he doing?
“Hey? You okay?” Dean was talking into the bathroom and Sam remembered Annie. After his soft landing - into the woman’s lap no less, man - Dean walked him in here, forgetting her. Oops.
“Yeah.” A very quiet voice answered. A shuffle of something and a loud thump had Sam moving to get up again.
“Sam, stay put. I’ll help her up.” Dean gave him a hard look and Sam found himself obeying. Just like a little kid, he thought to himself disgustedly.
He watched instead as he heard quiet murmuring in the bathroom and then, a few minutes later, Dean walked out, supporting Annie as she leaned against him with a grimace on her face.
“I’m fine, just twisted it. It’ll be fine.” She pushed gently away from Dean and took a couple of careful steps forwards. “See? Fine.”
She glanced over to where Sam sat on the bed.
“You okay?” She looked back at Dean. “You probably should call a nurse¼they’ll be upset enough that no one called right when he had problems¼”
She suddenly paled.
“I’ve gotta go back next door¼Bobby could be jumping ship¼” She trailed off, eyes wide, and turned around, limping quickly towards the door. “Take care, Sam. Dean.”
And then she was gone.
Dean met Sam’s eyes and studied his pale face, which wasn’t as pale since his cheeks were bright red.
“Come on, Sam. Get covered up and then I’ll call the nurse, ‘k?” Sam hunched his shoulders and placed his hands firmly on the mattress, pushing up to leverage himself so he could scoot backwards. Dean pulled the blanket up and let it float down to cover his brother’s legs and hips.
“I hate these gowns.” Miserable, Sam tried to move the gown to cover as much of his upper body as he could. At Dean’s snicker he looked up. “What?”
“Cute, Sam¼real cute.” Dean’s huge grin did nothing to answer Sam’s irate question.
“What’s cute? This stupid gown? You’re nuts.” Sam’s eyes grew wide at his brother’s loss of sanity.
“No, Sammy . . . you. All embarrassed over showing a little skin. Never knew you were such a prude.” It seemed impossible, but Dean’s face split into a wider grin.
“Oh shut up, jerk!” He blew out a breath and balled his fists in the blanket. Punching the button on the side of the bed, he let the automatic mechanism raise the head of the bed to a comfortable level and dropped his head back.
“Well, hey¼if it makes you feel any better I think Annie was more embarrassed than you were. She almost wouldn’t even go in the bathroom to help cause you were ‘half naked’.” Dean’s voice changed pitch in a sad imitation of Annie’s. He realized too late that sharing the woman’s embarrassment didn’t exactly help ease his brother’s.
Oops.
He stepped up to the bed and pushed the bright orange button.
“Buck up, Sammy. Nurse’ll be here soon. Gotta find out what’s happening in that freak head of yours.” He punched Sam lightly on the arm, grinning when Sam did the same, then he eased down to sit beside him on the bed.
“Dean, let’s not make this a big deal¼I wanna’ get out of here, ok?” He looked pleadingly at Dean, who shook his head.
“I don’t mess with seizures, Sam. When you’re okay then we’ll quit this place, but not until.” He looked at Sam, who was ready to argue. “I mean it, Sam.”
Sam closed his mouth and glared at him before looking back down at the sheet.
“I don’t wanna’ be here.”
“You think I do?” Dean’s eyebrow raised.
“Just¼come on Dean. Get me out of here.” Sam pleaded with his eyes again. “Please? I’ll take whatever medicine I have to but they can’t do anything different here then I can do in a motel room.”
Dean studied him for a moment, then glanced up as the nurse came in. He squared his shoulders and hit her with a full smile and head tilt.
“What do we have to do to blow this popsicle stand?” At her open mouth, he smiled charmingly. “It’s not that the service isn’t great, but my kid brother, here, he doesn’t do hospitals. He’ll feel better when he’s out of here. So can you track down whatever forms we need and talk to the doctor?”
She stared at him.
“I don’t think the doctor was ready to discharge him. But¼I’ll go get him¼” Her eyes studied the brothers before she turned to exit the room again.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t say it yet. Still gotta convince the doctor. And¼Sam?”
“Yeah¼”
“You better be okay, ‘cause if I’ve gotta drag you back or¼” he shuddered. “Give you CPR or anything¼I’m kicking your ass.”
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Annie paused at the doorway, staring in disbelief at the empty bed. He was asleep. She knew he was asleep just before she had gone to help the guys out next door. She glanced at the clock.
8 a.m.
Oh, man. She had been next door longer than she realized. Bobby! She wasn’t panicking yet. She wasn’t . . . Didn’t work. Her heartbeat sped up as she limped further into the room, peering under the bed and on the other side of it for her brother.
“Bobby?” She turned around, spying the bathroom door closed. Maybe . . . She limped towards the door, ignoring the pain in her twisted ankle in her hurry to look behind the closed door. Almost afraid to open it once she made it to the doorway, she hesitated just a second before turning the doorknob.
“Bobby?”
Flipping on the light switch, she gasped at the image he presented. Rocking violently in the corner under the counter, her brother had blood running down his arm. Where an IV had once been, one lone piece of tape remained. He had pulled it out - Probably in an attempt to get away from the bed when she hadn’t been there.
Annie flushed with guilt as she examined him for any further injuries. He was trembling so hard and rocking against the wall hard enough to hurt his head and she crouched down beside him on the floor.
“Bobby? Sweetie, what’s wrong? Annie’s here now. I’m sorry¼I’m sorry I left the room honey. I’m so sorry¼” Her voice broke and a tear broke loose when she realized he wasn’t even listening to her. He was rocking into his own little world; he didn’t feel safe in this one right now. After everything he had been through, she couldn’t really blame him.
She took a deep breath.
“Bobby?” She touched his arm and he flinched at the contact, pulling away. She forced it on him, though, and he growled in response. She shook his arm, just a little. It did no good. He just didn’t want to deal with her.
“Honey I am so sorry, please sweetie¼Annie didn’t mean to leave you alone. Sam was hurt and I just went next door to try and help him out¼” She trailed off when his eyes suddenly moved towards the door.
“Sa’ hur’?”
“He’s okay now honey. I promise.” But he wasn’t listening to her, instead crawling out from under the counter and pulling away when she tried to pull him closer to her.
“Sa’ hur’?” He questioned himself softly, looking still towards the door. “Sam-mie. He say call Sam-mie.. Sam-mie hur’?” His soft, one-sided dialogue continued as Annie watched. “Why Sam-mie hur’?”
He had finally directed some words towards her and Annie struggled to find the right way to tell him about Sam.
“Sam is sick, honey, and he fell down and needed help getting up again. He’s okay now.” She watched for a flicker of understanding, relieved when his stance relaxed upon hearing her words. She was still amazed at how attached he was to the taller man.
He took off toward the bathroom door and she grabbed his arm. He pulled, but Annie held on for dear life. She dug her heels in, pulling him closer to her even as he lashed out at her. She grunted when his arm connected solidly with her stomach. Still, she held on.
Finally, she wrapped her arms around his upper body, pinning his arms to him. She whispered in his ear, forcing him to strain to hear her. He stilled, but his arm still shoved at her uselessly.
“Bobby. You have to calm down. You can’t go to see Sam right now, honey. Soon. But not right now.” He struggled a bit more before relaxing into his sister’s arms.
“Wanna see Sa’. Peas?” His soft voice was shaking with the threat of tears. Annie closed her eyes. “Wanna go ho’.”
“I know you want to see Sam. Honey - I promise we’ll see him soon, okay?” She ignored his soft plea to go home, not knowing what the doctor would have to say about that. But Bobby wasn’t one to be ignored and he caught her omission.
“Wanna go ho’!” He whispered frantically. “Bobby go ho’ now?”
“Oh, sweetie, we’ve got to make sure you’re all better first. You don’t want to get sick at home again. Then we’d just have to come back. It’ll be okay. I promise.”
“Wanna go ho’, An-nie. Bobby go ho’ now. Peas?” He met her eyes for a fierce second. Normally she scoffed at his attempts to manipulate her. He didn’t make eye contact easily, and usually only when he wanted to tease her or when he just plain wanted something. But sometimes, when he was desperate for something, he would make eye contact. And she felt like this time, the fleeting look at his deep brown eyes had revealed true panic. She swallowed.
She couldn’t promise him anything, just in case she couldn’t finagle it. But, she’d try her hardest to sweet-talk the doctor into letting him go home.