Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters and am not making any money on this…just having fun!
Summary: Sequel to You Can't Be Too Careful. WARNING SPOILERS – story continues post Devil's Trap. The Winchesters are trying for a little down time to recover---unfortunately, someone has other plans!
In The Thick of Things
Chapter 1 – The Cabin
Dean had been sleeping fitfully as his dream mind wandered over the past few days. The brother who never dreamed…was caught in a nightmare.
"I'm Home Lucie!"
God, no…not Sam…"Sammy go back, go back it's a trap and I'm the bait you idiot!" Dean screamed in his dream. Dean tried to break his bonds to go to warn his brother, but the ropes were too tight and his chest muscles too weak to break free.
Dean turned his horrified gaze to the bedroom door as he heard someone coming up the stairs. He saw his younger brother grinning triumphantly at him. "Don't worry, Dean. I got her…you're saf….argh!"
Before Sam could finish his sentence, the she demon appeared behind him and knocked him into the dresser…Dean saw the shocked look on his brother's face as he slid down to the floor dazed.
"Get up Sammy…Get up! "
Suddenly, Dean felt cold as the temperature in the room plummeted. As he watched in horror another figure appeared…a familiar shape, but yet not the same. Dean watched as Sammy tried to stand between his brother and the new threat…but before he could react, he was tossed against the wall. As the figure turned, Dean was met with the yellow eyes of his father.
"No….Dad, please….SAMMY! John was startled by the loud yell and quickly moved over to Dean's bed.
The additional injuries caused by his most recent experience had only added to the ones he received from the fire demon…causing Dean to moan slightly in his sleep. Only to be stilled by a quiet hand placed on his slightly warm brow.
"It's ok son, I've got the watch tonight…just rest." John frowned slightly at the slight heat he felt from his older son's brow.
Damn that son-of-a-bitch, hadn't his sons suffered enough? John still could not get rid of the sight of his first born son, pinned to the wall in front of him, helpless, his life force draining from him. "Dad, please…" God, he'd never forget those words, softly spoken before his son slumped forward.
John turned to wring out a damp cloth and placed it tenderly on Dean's forehead. Dean had been sleeping for the last 10 hours…if you could call the restless journey his son seemed to be taking sleep. During that time, Bobby and John had managed to replace the stitches that the possessed nurse had removed. The area around the new stitches was slightly red and puffy, John noted. Great…all we need is an infection, he thought as he reached for the hydrogen peroxide.
"Sorry son, this might sting a little"
Dean winced slightly, but didn't wake up as John finished cleaning the wounds. He decided to leave the wound open rather than covering it with a new bandage…hoping it would ease the pain and allow the wound to heal quicker. He gently pulled up the sheet as he turned to look at the figure sleeping in the next bed.
Unlike, his brother, Sam seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Of course, John had no idea that this was unusual for his youngest son. He had not been woken during the night to Sam's moans or screams…this had been left up to his older son, Dean. Sam's father was just thankful, that while Sam's injuries looked bad…he appeared to be in better shape than his brother.
John couldn't help reaching over to brush the long hair out of his youngest son's eyes…a continued sign of his son's rebellion against his father. "Dad…what's wrong?" moaned Sam as he struggled to open his eyes.
"Nothing…Sammy, go back to sleep." For a change Sam followed his Dad's order, and fell back into a deep sleep.
John jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Steady John, I was just bringing you a cup of coffee…you look like you need it!"
"Thanks Bobby…I'm glad you could hang around for a few days…I don't know if I could handle this on my own." John looked despondently into his cup of coffee.
"Sure…sure, no problem…how are they doing?"
"Sam seems to be doing ok…I think he's just exhausted. But Dean, I'm afraid he's starting to run a temperature…his wound may be getting infected. I don't know what we will do if his temperature spikes too high…we can't risk the hospital again" John shuddered when he thought how close he came to losing both of his sons again.
"You know that nurse offered to give us whatever help we needed…she's still feeling guilty about what happened—I could give her a call…"
"Hmmm…not a bad idea, I wonder if she could get us some stronger antibiotics,. do you think she would be willing to sneak some to us? It would save me the hassle of trying to get them the usual way."
Bobby chuckled "I'll go by her place on my way into town to get supplies…did you need anything else?"
"No…I know I keep saying this…but thanks Bobby" John locked eyes with the man across the room trying to let him see the depth of his gratitude. Bobby winked as he turned to leave the room. "Don't worry…just wait 'til you get my bill"
Dean was horrified to see his baby brother hanging helpless from the wall…his terror filled eyes looking at Dean, searching for the help that Dean could not provide. Dean struggled harder against his bonds.
"Sammy…Sammy…you don't know how long I've waited for this" chuckled the demon in his father's body. He moved closer to the terrified boy, forcing Sam to look into the eyes of one he trusted…one who now betrayed him.
"Leave him alone you son-of-a-bitch!" screamed a frantic Dean. He watched as Sammy's eyes rolled back into his head. His body twitching, like a puppet on a string. There was no sound…only a strange silence.
As Dean looked on helplessly, Sam's body became quiet as his head slumped down onto his chest. The demon turned and smiled a chilling smile as he approached Dean. Dean tried to look away, tried to be brave…but he couldn't help the shudder that ran down his spine as the yellow eyes approached him. He knew what to expect, but still wasn't prepared for the agony that ripped into his body…the blood started to pour from his wounds again, just as it had before.
"Dad, please…don't let it kill me…Dad" Dean thrashed on the bed as he felt his life force leaving him. Dean looked frantically at his younger brother as he saw Sam's head begin to raise from his chest. "Sammy…Sammy" Dean cried, hoping his brother could come to his rescue once again…but as his baby brother opened his eyes…Dean gasped. Instead of the soft brown eyes of his beloved brother…Dean saw the yellow eyes of the demon!
"God…no, no…please…take me…take me…I can't…"
John was shocked at the strength in his oldest son as he tried to hold him down. He didn't want to put too much pressure on his son as he was afraid of hurting him. Dean continued to fight his father. Before John could react, he felt himself shoved onto the floor---his son on top of him with a look of pure hate beaming from his unfocused green eyes.
John struggled to push his son off of him, but with his broken leg, he was definitely at a disadvantage. "Dean…Dean…wake up son"
But his father's voice seemed to only infuriate Dean more. He grabbed hold of his father's throat and started to squeeze with all his might.
"You let him go, you bastard…let him go now or I'll kill you…"
TBC
Raven524: There was still too much story left to tell after the first one…so, I decided to continue and see where it takes me next. Remember if you want more R&R! Thanks again to all of you who reviewed my first story...I hope you enjoy this one as well!