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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 16, 2008 6:49:31 GMT -4
Dean kept his eyes trained on the demon who was still standing in the room.
"Just keep away from us." He commanded, grabbing a blanket from the bed and throwing it over Sam. He was just glad his brother had been able to get himself out of bed so that they could get the hell out of here.
"I know it hurts, I know." Dean angled the gurney towards the door and pushed it slowly into the hallway. Glancing around, he took note of the sparse medical staff around.
"Just lay still." He whispered. "Just don't move for right now."
Dean held the rosary up. He glared at the demon, carefully keep Sam away while keeping both the rosary and himself between the two.
"You stay away from us." He commanded as he pushed Sam into the hallway.
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Post by Almighty Admin on Sept 16, 2008 16:49:00 GMT -4
Sam’s body shook slightly with silent tremors of pain which cascaded up and down his body. His eyes remained shut even as it felt as though his nerve ending were on fire; the pain which had been a whisper on the constant flow of medication was now a violent scream through his body without the medication.
Sam felt the slight warmth from the blanket his brother had heaped upon him and his hand gripped the edge of it weakly his breathing still labored and low and his eyes still clenched shut as he tried to focus on breathing and nothing else for the time being. A part of him would have forgotten the yellow eyed demon was there at all had it not been for the icy fear in his stomach which all too clearly alerted him how close the thing which had made their lives hell for so long actually was.
His mind was clouded with too much pain to do anything though and he knew Dean would take care of it, he always had and he always would now that he was back. This reason alone was why he couldn’t have let his brother stay dead, that had never been an option.
“…K,” Sam whispered in reply his voice pain laced and his complexion paler and paler by the second as Dean pushed the gurney into the hallway.
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Post by Yellow Eyed Demon on Sept 16, 2008 22:51:00 GMT -4
"You really think those little beads are going to hold me back? Really Dean, I knew you weren't the brightest of the patch but this...hehe...this is amusing, not to mention futile."
Azazel took a step closer to the brothers.
"You know I can help you get your brother out of this deal, Dean. As much as you don't want to admit it, you know it's true."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 17, 2008 8:19:50 GMT -4
Dean did his best to focus on Sam and not on the demon who was still in their midst. He instead turned his attention to the medical staff which was scattered about the hallway.
"Just lay still." He murmured to Sam. "We need to get out of here."
As nonchalantly as he could, Dean wheeled the gurney down the hallway. He smiled innocently at a blonde nurse who was behind the nurse's station. Casually, he hit the "Down" arrow on the elevator and waited. When the belled rang signaling its arrival, he eased the gurney inside.
Now he had to make the decision of where exactly to go. Without putting too much thought into it, he hit the button for "Basement." The elevator dropped slowly. When the doors opened, Dean gulped at the sign directly in front of him.
"Morgue-Hospital Personnel Only"
"Well, guess this is as good a place as any." He muttered to same as he pushed the gurney off of the elevator.
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Post by Almighty Admin on Sept 17, 2008 15:28:04 GMT -4
Sam had kept his eyes clenched shut and may have even passed out on the way down because one minute he had heard Dean instructing him to be as still as he could and the next thing he knew he pried his eyes open and their surroundings were very different to say the least. He strained his eyes for a moment as he tried to sit up but then thought twice about it as even the smallest movement caused searing pain to rip through him violently enough to make him want to retch off the side of the gurney.
“Not dead yet Dean….” Sam muttered his eyes staring up at the ceiling for a moment his eyes glassy with unshed tears of pain and his hair matted to his forehead with sweat and blood.
His chest shuddered slightly as he swallowed the rising bile and he flinched as it burned the walls of his injured throat the pain from the demon ripping out the breathing tube still very very fresh.
“It’s gone?” Sam asked the memory of the yellow eyed demon hitting him like a ton of bricks as his eyes shot across the small hall around them he was glad to find it empty. He had to stay with it he knew that but the pain was unbearable; whatever medicine they had had him on through the IV’s were gone and his battered and broken body was bellowing in protest.
“Dean…I need something…anything or you’re going to have to beat me into a coma,” Sam said hoping his brother got the message. He shifted on his side his hands gripping the blanket as he groaned in pain slightly and released the breath he had been holding as he tried to keep his brother in sight.
“Hurts…I can’t even…think straight,” he whispered his eyes closing for a moment till he forced them back open.
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Post by Yellow Eyed Demon on Sept 17, 2008 16:04:15 GMT -4
Azazel rolled his eyes as the Winchesters "escaped". Did they really think they could get away. Azazel walked to the elevator and went down, in pursuit of the brothers.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 17, 2008 20:52:41 GMT -4
Dean pulled open the door and situated them inside the morgue. He had to admit, it was a creepy sight.
"Just a quick tour, you know, to get the whole hospital thrill." Dean shuddered as he looked around the cold, sterile room. He knew there were probably bodies in the wall at the moment. Yuck.
"I don't see anything." Dean looked around the room again. "So for the moment, he's gone."
As he watched Sam, Dean realized that his brother was suffering big time. He needed pain medicine, some kind of pain medicine.
"All right, all right, I'll find something." Dean headed for the door. He hated to leave Sam alone like this, but he needed something for his brother.
In the hallway, Dean turned to his left and right. He walked to the right and pushed through a set of double doors.
The room he had just entered contained a variety of cabinets. Dean began throwing them open. Most contained scrubs, or bandages, but one contained needles. Dean took one of the capped syringes with him. The further he got into the room, the cabinets began containing medicines. In the very back corner, he found a small bottle of Vicodin. Grabbing it, he race back to Sam.
"Here." He uncapped the syringe with shaking hands. Stabbing it into the bottle's top, he filled it. As gently as possible, he slide the needle into a vein in his brother's arm.
"Give that a chance to work." He told him as he pressed the medicine into Sam's body.
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Post by Almighty Admin on Sept 18, 2008 16:22:45 GMT -4
Sam silently nodded in confirmation as Dean slipped out of the room in search of medicine. Sam clenched his eyes shut his hands still deeply gripping against his chest as he tried to breath through the agony and not focus on it but it was impossible. It worsened by the second and Sam began to wonder if Dean couldn’t find anything he would probably pass out from it eventually but then that would leave his brother alone with the yellow eyed demon lurking.
He didn’t want anything that would put him to sleep Lord knew he had had enough sleep to last him a life time or however long he had left. But he couldn’t protest as Dean slipped the needle into his arm the light burning in his veins letting him know immediately that the medication was slipping through his blood stream. He allowed his eyes to slip close for a moment trying to even out his raspy and strained breathing. The medicine would work and it would be fine, Dean was here now he hadn’t left not like the demon had told him. Dean wouldn’t leave him. They were a team always had been since they were kids and that wouldn’t change.
…until the hell hounds came for me.
But there wasn’t time to think about that now they couldn’t do a thing about the deal while he was still in the hospital. His mind was slightly clouded by the medication but he began to almost immediately feel the numbing mask as it worked itself through his system and covered the flaring pain which coursed through him.
He shifted off of his side and lay on his back his eyes slowly opening as he blinked up owlishly at the ceiling for several moments trying to get his bearings. He gritted his teeth in pain as he forced himself to sit up upon the bed his head swimming for a moment knowing it was probably far too soon to be sitting up in bed pain medicine or not but he had to. His eyes immediately found his brother and he stared at him long and hard it had been the first “normal” moment they had shared since before Dean ah delft him at the motel with Ruby.
He could feel the pressure in his chest rising as the realization of everything that had happened within the short amount of time hit him like a ton of bricks. Dean had been dead and now he wasn’t but Sam only had so much time with his brother to make it right.
“I’m sorry Dean,” Sam whispered the tears which had been held behind his eyes slowly snaking down the side of his face. He had nothing else he could say to his brother but he needed to say it just the same over and over if he needed to. He needed his brother to know that he was sorry…sorry for everything.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 18, 2008 19:31:58 GMT -4
Dean stepped back, holding his breath. He didn't know if the medicine was right, or if he'd even administered it correctly. But as Sam uncurled himself from the tight ball he'd been holding himself in, Dean decided he'd done something right.
"Whoa!" He exclaimed as Sam sat up. "Easy, easy there." He moved close to his brother's side to steady him just in case Sam started to fall.
"Sam...." Dean sighed and closed his eyes at his brother's words and tears. He didn't want words, he didn't want apologies, he wanted actions.
"Don't apologize. Everything's going to be ok, Sammy. I promise. We're going to find a way to stop this. It will be ok."
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Post by Almighty Admin on Sept 19, 2008 12:54:58 GMT -4
Sam’s eyes never left Dean he couldn’t not with the time he had left. But in that time he had to make it right; hell right now it had to righted because he wouldn’t spend the handful of days he had left fighting with the one person who had always mattered to him the most.
Sam shook his head slightly as Dean took his apology in the completely wrong direction. It wasn’t the deal he was apologizing for he was apologizing for his brother having to die because of him, apologizing for him for those 2 years and apologizing for the hell he would put his brother through when the hounds did come but he was not sorry he had made the deal not for the briefest of moments.
“It’s not the deal Dean,” Sam replied his voice still extremely hoarse from the brutal abuse it had received.
“I’m not sorry for saving you…I can’t do this without you…you’re the strong one; the one dad needs not me. You’ll be fine without me,” Sam whispered the tears still streaking down the side of his face but his eyes never left those of his brother.
“I’m sorry I left you, and I’m sorry I don’t always listen…” Sam said breaking into a fit of coughs for a moment which caused a sharp pain to creep through him. He cleaned off the palm of his hand which was speckled with blood upon the light blue hospital pants he wore.
“You can’t save me Dean…she won’t let you…” Sam whispered knowing full well what he had added to the deal with the demon. He had done it to protect his brother and he knew she couldn’t make a deal with Dean or it would void the deal.
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Post by Yellow Eyed Demon on Sept 19, 2008 15:34:59 GMT -4
Azazel had caught the 'scent' of the two brother's and was stepping into the morge and smiled at the sight of them. He heard Sam finish speaking and laughed loud enough so they could hear him.
"Actually Sammy. You're wrong. There IS a way to save you. And I can help." Azazel snickered, his lips curled into a triumphant grin.
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Post by Almighty Admin on Sept 19, 2008 16:53:03 GMT -4
Sam looked back at his brother the silence which hung between them was worse if you took into account where exactly they were having the conversation. But leave it to the Winchesters to dicuss things in a morgue nothing was ever normal why should this be any different? He hadn't heard the door to the mrogue open his senses still extremley clouded by the medicationa nd everything else but the laugh which filled the air around them quickly caught his attention as Sam's eyes snapped to the entrance of the morgue.
Sam's brown eyed widened and he felt himself grow rigid as he stared back at the yellow eyed demon. His breathing hitched slightly but he tried to swallow down the rising panic he felt creeping through him. After all the last time they had all been in the same room together he had almost killed Dean and his father.
"Get out," Sam growled knowing full well by appearence alone he didn't look like much of a force to be reckoned with but he didn't care the warning was clear just the same all be it empty.
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Post by Yellow Eyed Demon on Sept 19, 2008 21:45:18 GMT -4
Joy flooded through Azazel at the sight of Sammy trying to keep him away in his condition. This was going to be fun.
"No," Azazel looked from Dean then to Sam. "See rumors are spreading about your current...predicament. And I figured out a way out of it."
Azazel grinned. This was too much fun.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 20, 2008 9:59:11 GMT -4
Dean turned his head, not wanting Sam to see that his eyes were filling up with tears at his brother's words.
"Sam, just stop, stop that right now." He turned around to face Sam, even though his voice was still quivering. "Dad and I both need you-hell, you and I were just starting to be brothers again."
Dean felt like he was dangerously close to being overcome with emotion. He would come up with anyway that he could to save his brother.
His emotions subsided like he'd been dosed with cold water at an all too familiar sound. Just the sight of the demon made him feel sick.
"Help? What kind of help can you be?" He scoffed at the demon's words, taking a hold of Sam's arm to try and calm him down. "So what's your idea of a deal? Sam lives-I die? Sam lives-Dad dies? Sam lives-Dad and I both die?"
The anger he'd felt towards the other demon he'd ripped apart was rising, but only now because Sam was concious and needed him more did he keep it at bay.
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Post by Yellow Eyed Demon on Sept 20, 2008 13:27:02 GMT -4
"Oh no. There is no 'catch'. See all I want is to see Sammy stay in the land of the living in return for my help."
Azazel loved the fear and sadness imprinted on Dean's face. This was too good.
"I just need Sammy alive. So no you won't die, and neither will anyone else close to you. At least not if we do this right. See, Dean, the way to get Sammy out of his deal is to kill the contract holder."
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