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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 18, 2008 19:15:28 GMT -4
Missouri couldn't help but chuckle when she heard Dean talking to her; telling her to deal with Sammy and moaning about the bright lights. This was the Dean Winchester she knew. “Inside voice Missouri….inside voice…” She rolled her eyes.
She was about to start checking Sam out to see just how bad the wounds were exactly when Dean snapped into his big brother mode. He quickly unbound Sam and held him carefully before saying, “Jesus…oh God…This ain’t a frigging invite only party you know….for Gods sake, he needs a hospital! What have I done… Oh God….Bobby….Dad….please….I tried to….I tried to stop it….” Dean gasped, his eyes staring back at Bobby with nothing but fear and remorse washing over them which Missouri could read full force. She even had to take a step back and run a hand over her head before shaking her head and going over to the phone and quickly dialing for an ambulance.
It only took two rings before she heard the voice on the other end, "911Please state your emergency."
Missouri quickly muttered some things into the phone followed by her address before hanging up the phone and turning to the others. "So what exactly are we going to tell the medics about that," she said glancing at the Devil's Trap. They could always just move him to over near the car so they wouldn't come looking in the room.
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 19, 2008 10:23:46 GMT -4
The whole sordid affair which took place in Missouri’s kitchen wouldn’t have seen like a nightmare to anyone else save for the people taking part in it…the truth was it was much more normal then any of them would ever want to admit. Bobby’s eyes locked with the demon’s and he intermittently shot Sam a glance to make sure the boy was still holdin on as best as he could be given the circumstances.
He didn’t want the boy to be in pain and to suffer but it was their job to make sure both boys saw the situation out to its end and were both alive at the end. The words he heard the demon tell Sam about him stung but there was no time to start getting upset over the things a damned demon was telling the boy it was just time enough to send it back to hell.
All movement from Bobby ceased though as the demon tore the blade into Sam’s neck pressing the tip into his flesh and sending trickles of blood cascading down. Bobby casted a look over at John for the first time not entirely sure what they needed to do. The look in the demon’s eyes told him everything he wanted to know…it wouldn’t hesitate for a moment about slicing Sam’s throat wide open and then they would end up losin both boys.
Bobby rarely missed a thing and he immediately saw Sam kicking out as best as he could to sever the devil’s trap he would have told the boy to stop but he couldn’t order him to continue to go through the agony he was in and sit right about it later they were going to have to figure out another way for this all to play out.
The next course of events happened far too fast for anyone to even do much about it, some how Sam had managed to get through to Dean, their Dean not the demonic son of a bitch holding his body hostage and the boy Jesus only knew where he had gotten the strength from had managed to at least begin the exorcism again but the demon had escaped and the moment it was gone Bobby helped Missouri check over the boy’s wounds and their conditions.
They both had a pulse which was as good a start as any and he quickly went over to grab some medical supplies from his bag as Missouri continued to look them over and turn more of the lights on. By the time Bobby had turned back with the supplies Dean had come to once more though Sam still looked worse for wear. He stood frozen for a moment not even knowing where to begin there was so much blood and Sam looked so small and pale on the floor.
Just by looking at Sam Bobby knew Dean was right about the boy needin a hospital but the only issue there was hospitals brought up more questions then good and they were going to have plenty to answer especially in the state Sam was in.
“We won’t tell ‘em nothing about that,” Bobby replied as Missouri motioned to the devil’s trap. He quickly stood up and grabbed a rug that was laid out in the center of the demolished living room and drug it back into the kitchen covering the symbol with it for now.
“We gotta figure out what in blazes we’re going to tell them about Sam or whatever name you boys are using as far as insurance goes…we need this all sorted by the time they come Dean I need you to swallow it up and focus you hear me?” Bobby said using as stern a voice as he could muster.
Bobby grabbed some towels off of the counter and drenched them in hot water and handed some to Missouri and then crouched down next to Dean just by looking at the boy he knew he wasn’t gonna get Sammy out of his arms so he handed Dean a few of the warm towels instead.
“Get him cleaned up as best as yer able to Dean and keep an eye on his breathing and heart rate since he is nearest to you,” Bobby instructed pressing a few towels of his own against the large wound on Sam’s leg which was bleeding immensely.
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Post by John Winchester on May 19, 2008 13:21:22 GMT -4
John knew what he had just witnessed in the last few minutes, but didn't for the life of him think that he would ever see that happen. It broke his heart when Dean revealed he was possessed, and as such as he wanted to help them, except when Dean threatened Sam, and he didn't want to do anything that would make the demon possessing his son hurt his other son. It was a sticky situation and one he kinda didn't want to deal with.
He wanted to keep the boys alive, they were his boys, but he froze when Demon Dean had a knife at Sam's throat, and matched Bobby's look when he looked at him. They couldn't afford to make the wrong move and have the demon slit his throat. He couldn't believe that Sam had pulled enough strength to do it but he broke the devil's trap, but he was in two minds as to what to do because he had done of it.
Then Dean fought through, Sam got rid of it, and the demon disappeared at least for now.
John moved forward with Bobby when he saw Dean's face, but then when he saw Dean was alive, he turned his attention to Sam, whom he was really worried about. The boy had been through the works, and John hoped he was just strong enough to get through this. From what he had gone through, he was sure that Sam would, but there was always some worry in the back of his mind.
He crouched next to Sam as Dean held him in his arms, and watched as Bobby brought some hot towels over. He put his hand to Sam's neck to check his pulse, not because he didn't trust Bobby, but it was just he needed to know himself that Sam was still alive. He took a towel off Bobby and started cleaning off Sam's face, glancing to Dean and then Bobby when his friend spoke.
"Yeah well, we can tell 'em that his car went out of control and the brakes didn't work, hence the car through the front of the house." John suggested. "Otherwise they'll probably question that as well." He told them all, not forgetting the mess in the other room. Poor Missouri, her house was like a war zone at the moment.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 19, 2008 13:35:45 GMT -4
Dean’s eyes never left his brother, even as Missouri and Bobby went about attempting to sort the pair of them out and he took the towels offered to him in nothing more than a daze. He had no clue who had joined his side as he held Sam against his legs and it was only as he noticed the other persons hand come up to clean his face that he snatched the warm towel away and began to gently wipe the blood away himself. “I can do it….” He mumbled, his eyes shooting up to glance back at his father “It’s….it’s my responsibility….” He added quietly, his voice filled with nothing but remorse.
As his father, Bobby and Missouri began to speak on the hospital and excuses for this, that and the other, Dean snatched up one of the clean dry towels from the floor and tore it as best he could down the middle. Tying it tight about the top of Sam’s leg and doing his best to stem the blood flow, Dean laid his brother gently back upon the floor and attempted to pull himself up from ff of the floor. “Help me…get him to my car….” He groaned through the effort and finally stood on unsteady feet in front of Bobby.
As memories slammed back through him as to what state his car was in at the exact second, Dean raised a hand to his head and rubbed his temples roughly “Erm….your car….” He added quickly “Help me get him to your car, give me your keys….I’ll get him to the hospital. No questions for you guys then, I’ll just say….” Dean stopped speaking as an unexpected sob tore through him and he stared back at Bobby crestfallen “I will think of something….please just….I have to help him…” he whispered gently, his eyes pleading with Bobby before he made his way back to the floor.
Crouching beside Sam and lifting the top of his body from the floor, Dean stared back at his brother only briefly and began to ease his arm over his shoulder “Come on Sammy….” He groaned through the exertion of it all and he glanced up at Bobby and his father “Please….” He pleaded “It will be faster, he needs help….” He whispered.
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 19, 2008 14:43:45 GMT -4
Bobby looked from Dean back down to the paling face of Sam, the boy was breaking his heart the whole damn thing was more then ay of them could wrap their damn minds around yet nobody had a blasted moments peace to sort anything out. He knew Dean could get Sam to the hospital faster and they would avoid any questions at the house at least.
“Missouri…call them back and tell them his brother is driving him,” Bobby said still struggling with the decision but knowing they didn’t have many options not with cars in the living room and blood and devil’s traps all over the kitchen. He fished in his jean pocket and pulled out the keys.
“You drive him and don’t get yourselves killed on the way either or I swear I’ll bring you both back to only kill you again you hear me?” Bobby asked his voice stern but laced with concern.
Without waiting for Dean to protest or pipe up again Bobby pulled Sam’s limp body from his grasp and pulled him into his own grasp shifting the boys weight in his arms as he shoved the keys into Dean’s hand.
“John you best follow the boys in your truck,” Bobby said locking eyes with his friend before walking past him and heading out across the yard towards his truck not leaving John the chance to say no or do whatever it was that John Winchester was prone to doing in situations like this.
Bobby had reached his truck not stopping to see if anyone was following Sam’s body was nothing but dead weight in his arms and that fact that the boy wasn’t moving at all worried the hell out of him. He fumbled with the door handle on the passenger side and wrenched the door open and as carefully as he could he got Sam sorted into the truck.
Once Sam was settled Bobby closed the door to the truck and took a few steps back.
“You call us when you know something I’ll stay back here with Missouri and help her get things straight…” Bobby’s eyes darkened for a moment as he stared back at Dean.
“Dean did your brother tell you…did he tell you how long he’s got?” Bobby asked knowing that was another looming issue they would all have to worry about if Sam pulled through…when Sam pulled through.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 19, 2008 14:59:23 GMT -4
Dean kept his eyes on Bobby as he waited for his decision with regards to taking Sam to the hospital himself and his eyes all but thanked Bobby silented as he pushed his keys into his hands and went about taking Sam from him. Any other time, Dean would have insisted on handling Sam himself but the growing weakness in the most part of his body and the screaming agony that tore through him, told him it would be the wisest choice to allow Bobby to take Sam to the truck.
Keeping his eyes on the ground and not daring to glance up at either his father or Missouri, Dean follwed close behind Bobby and struggled within himself not to break down entirely. The pain that coursed through Dean caused his movements to be slow and laborsome and by the time he had reached the truck Bobby had gotten his brother situated within the passenger seat and his eyes lay solely on him. As Bobby relayed his orders and Dean nodded along as if in a trance, he made his way over to the drivers side and leaned heavily against the window as he stared back at his brother briefly. “Yeah….I’ll call soon as we get there…” he mumbled absent-mindedly and hastened a glance at Bobby “And soon as I know something too…” he added with a small attempt at a smile that fell flat entirely.
Pulling open the drivers side door and attempting to pull himself into the truck, Dean stopped dead in his tracks and stared back at Bobby. The one question he had just asked was the one question he had dreaded asking his brother himself and the answer he had received all but confirmed why. His eyes gazed over his unconscious brother before finding Bobby again and he shook his head quickly. “Not long enough….” He mumbled bitterly and tore himself up and into the truck.
Kicking the truck into life and swinging it out towards the exit of Missouri’s driveway, Dean pulled to a halt behind Bobby and refused to hold his gaze, more so tending to stare out above the the older mans head “But nothing I can’t fix….” He muttered, before tearing his eyes down to stare directly at Bobby for mere seconds before hurtling the truck out of the driveway and down towards the direction the hospital lay in.
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 19, 2008 15:10:11 GMT -4
Bobby stared at Dean as he hurled a non specific answer back at him in regards to how long Sam had traded his soul for in order for Dean to come back to life. He didn’t know how in the hell he expected Bobby to be able to look into any sort of solution with a deadline of “not long enough” but then again Bobby Singer had worked on less information in his life.
Bobby would have stopped Dean after his last comment about fixing it but he knew it was pointless and they didn’t have the time to get into a hollerin match, Sam didn’t have that sort of time. Turning around sharply from the curb Bobby barreled back into the house his eyes locking with John’s.
“Get going Winchester before another one of your damned sons sells his soul for a nickel…and one of you stubborn asses better remember to pick up a damned phone and call a person once the doctors tend to Sam,” Bobby said sternly as he passed his friend and made his way back into the kitchen to help Missouri clean up the disaster for the second time that day.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 19, 2008 18:30:18 GMT -4
As Bobby dragged a rug in to cover the Devil's Trap, Missouri walked over to Sam and Dean. Next thing she knew Bobby was handing her a rag and she started to help clean Sam off as Dean continued to hold his brother. Bobby started muttering ideas for how to talk to the paramedics and John joined in as everyone started working on caring for Sam, though Missouri had a feeling John was worried about both his sons, as was Bobby and Missouri.
She was a bit surprised when Dean finally spoke up. “I can do it…. It’s….it’s my responsibility….Help me…get him to my car….Erm….your car…." he said turning his conversation to be directed to Bobby. "Help me get him to your car, give me your keys….I’ll get him to the hospital. No questions for you guys then, I’ll just say….I will think of something….please just….I have to help him…”
Missouri's face softened as Dean turned to look at his brother and mumbled something to him before looking up at the group again. “It will be faster, he needs help….”
Bobby was the first one to respond. “Missouri…call them back and tell them his brother is driving him,” he said. She nodded and patted Dean's arm once in an affectionate way as he went to follow Bobby to take Dean to the hospital. "Be careful honey. I'll see you in a little bit." Bobby continued to bark orders to everyone as she wandered over to the phone and called back the dispatchers to cancel the ambulance which she had been told would take a little while when she had first called. It took a few fancy phrases to get them to call off the car before she hung up and looked around her kitchen.
She wasn't so worried about her house being messed up. Frankly she almost liked it in a strange way. It meant things were happening though at the moment things didn't seem in their favor. She listened as Dean pulled out of the driveway and placed her hands on her hips and slipped a determined look onto her face as she surveyed the scene.
First things first. She'd tackle the blood before it stained the tile then she'd get to work on the Devil's Trap. The kitchen chair was easily replaceable. Truth be told she'd been looking for an excuse to throw the set out. Maybe she'd stop by that antique shop that'd opened up and look around there. She was pretty sure she'd seen some chairs when she'd visited the other day.
Swooping down she grabbed the bloodied rags and tossed them in the trash can before starting to work on the floor. When she got a call from Dean or John she'd come to the hospital but it was best to leave the Winchester's alone for now.
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Post by John Winchester on May 19, 2008 18:58:37 GMT -4
"Yeah true." John grunted slightly at Dean's suggestion that going to the hospital would be a lot easier than having to answer complicated questions to the paramedics. He moved back so Bobby could pick his son up, and watched Dean move out the room even faster when Bobby gave him his keys. He would have offered to drive except for the fact that he knew Dean, and he knew he would want to drive Sam himself to the hospital, so he was content in driving behind. But he definitly was going to drive behind, in case Dean decided to collapse or something at the wheel. He needed to be looked out for though he wasn't going to tell him that.
He moved down the driveway after Bobby, watching him put Sam in the passenger side of his van, and heard as Bobby asked him how long Sam had got. He heard his answer, but figured he could probably get it out his son when they were at the hospital and Sam was actually getting seen to. He just hoped nothing untoward happened whilst they were there.
"Yeah I'm on my way Bobby." He told his friend when he turned away from Dean getting in the truck. "I'll try and remember to pick one up." He said to him giving him a small but slightly strained smile, as he pulled his keys out his pocket and headed towards his truck that wasn't to far away.
He jumped in just as Dean took off in Bobby's truck, and switched his engine on, and pulled the truck away from the curb, and followed Dean, not to close, but not to far away either. Though he figured Dean would know he was there anyway, he did say he was going to come. He switched his radio on absently, always on a news channel in case something strange happened, that he might be interested in.
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 26, 2008 15:51:45 GMT -4
Bobby had set about trying to help Missouri get together the shamble of a mess her house was in yet again. Poor place had damn well seen better days he could be sure of that. But if Missouri knew the Winchesters he was sure she wasn't surprised bu it in the long run.
Bobby started cleaning out the livingroom and worked on moving some of wreckage away from the Impala yet again. The car was in a bit of a rough patch so Bobby pushed it from the house after placing it in neutral and pushing it back into the driveway and re-parking it in the driveway.
He made his way back into the house and began to work on the wall and livignroom yet again.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 26, 2008 17:47:43 GMT -4
Missouri continued to get to work in the kitchen and turned on the coffee pot as well. There was no doubt that they'd be needing some coffee. She herself was not a bit fan of the drink but it was something she knew would keep her awake for now.
By the time she'd gotten the blood cleaned up the coffeemaker was done so she pulled out two mugs from the dishwasher that she'd washed earlier and place them next to it. She walked out into the living room. "Bobby why don't you take a break and have some coffee honey," she said, swinging the dish towel she'd used to dry her hands with on her shoulder and surveyed the room. "You've been doing a might fine job in so little time," she commented with a nod of her head.
Frankly at the moment they both knew she didn't care about her house too much since the boys were in trouble but she did appreciate him working so hard to help fix her house ...for the second time in 48 hours.
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 28, 2008 9:59:16 GMT -4
Bobby looked over at Missouri as she entered what used to have been classified as her living room and offered him a cup of coffee.
“Ain’t gotta tell me twice Missouri,” Bobby replied setting down the tools he had collected to try and patch up the large hole in the front of the house yet again. Bobby made his way into the kitchen and took a cup of coffee black not needing much else in it.
He sat down at the table all but spent from the last few days of hell they had gone through. He took a drink from the cup and then flipped open his cell phone again to call Dean this time. Just like his father the call went unanswered and Bobby was more then willing to leave a less then pleased voice mail message.
“Damned idgits,” Bobby grumbled taking another drink from his coffee.
“If either one of those fools don’t call me back in an hour I’m going down there you’re welcome to come if you want of course,” Bobby said not entirely sure how they would get to the hospital since John had taken his truck and Dean had driven Bobby’s; but he figured Missouri had to have a car of her own.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 28, 2008 10:35:16 GMT -4
“Ain’t gotta tell me twice Missouri,” Bobby told her as she went into the kitchen and sat at the table starting to drink the brewed coffee. Missouri started to drink from her own cup as she watched Bobby start to dial his cell phone. She knew Dean wouldn't answer as much as Bobby did but it was best to hope one of the two Winchester idiots would for once answer their phone when they needed to.
“Damned idgits,” Bobby grumbled taking another drink from his coffee. Missouri was tempted to correct him as she normally did Dean but seeing as the man was doing such a nice job in her living room and the fact that they were all tired and worried about the Winchesters she simply shook her head at him with a bit of a smile slipping through.
“If either one of those fools don’t call me back in an hour I’m going down there you’re welcome to come if you want of course,” Bobby told her. Sure she could come if she wanted. She was the only one with a vehicle.
Missouri chuckled, "Bobby if one of those Winchesters doesn't call you back in the hour you'll have to fight me to make me not go. I think I'll try calling in a bit. Maybe if they have two people hounding them they'll get smart."
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