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Post by Bobby Singer on May 5, 2008 12:43:11 GMT -4
Bobby had made it from the site of the wreck back to Missouri’s house in 30 minutes breaking every traffic law on his way. Sam had been silent the entire trip back and the fact that the kid was pale and lifeless was extremely un-nerving. He had to check every few minutes that the kid still had a pulse.
“Hold on a bit longer for me there Sam we’re gonna get you sorted and get that idgit of a brother of yours straightened out as well,” Bobby muttered slamming the accelerator down harder as he entered Lawrence and hauled ass back to Missouri’s house. He screeched to a stop in front of the psychic’s house and pulled himself from the truck. He quickly went up to the front of the house and pushed the door open.
“John! Missouri I got him,” Bobby called into the house before turning away and going back to the truck. He pulled open the passenger door and carefully pulled Sam from the seat making sure to handle him as gently as possible as he hauled him from the truck. Sam still remained lifeless in Bobby’s arms as he made his way back into the house waiting for John or Missouri to let him know where they had set up a place for him to set Sam down.
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Post by John Winchester on May 5, 2008 17:59:26 GMT -4
When John had found out that Sam had been in a crash, his heart had skipped a beat. His son couldn't die, he just couldn't. It should be him that goes first, not his younger son. He spent the next hour pacing round the sitting room, and talking to Missouri, getting everything he could ready, but he didn't know how Sam was, so he couldn't get anything specific.
It was on his fifth lap round the sitting room, where not even Missouri's tea could calm him, he resisted calling Bobby, figuring that he'd call when he found Sam. Suddenly his phone bleeped in his pocket, realising he'd been so absorbed in his thoughts, he hadn't heard his phone ring. He was a little hesitant to listen to the voice mail after realising it was Bobby, but knew he wanted to, and needed to...
John it's Bobby. I found Sam he's pretty beat up I ain't about to lie to you he doesn't look good. I got him out of the car and we're on our way back, he's still out of it.
Get Missouri to have some supplies and everything ready for when we get there. We'll be there in 30.
Almost sub-consciously John gave a quiet sigh of relief. Okay so Sam didn't look good, but at least he was alive. And at least there was a chance they could save him. "Missouri!" He called, "Bobby will be back in thirty minutes, or there abouts...He's found Sam!" He called, without stopping to see if she'd heard him.
He hadn't to admit it, but this thirty minutes seemed like a life-time to John as he waited for his son to arrive with Bobby.
Soon though, he heard the arrival of the truck, and after opening a few doors so they could get Sam into the bedroom with less hassle, he headed for the front of the house when he heard Bobby's voice. It was then he saw his younger son in Bobby's arms, but quickly said to Bobby. "We've got the bedroom ready for him, so at least he can lie properly while we see whats wrong with him. It's through here." He gestered to his friend, motioning for him to follow him.
He got to the bedroom and moved out the way so Bobby could lie him down, and they could take a better look at him.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 5, 2008 19:23:46 GMT -4
Missouri had watched as Bobby left in a hurry and she came out into the living room with a cup of calming tea already made for John. Of course it probably wouldn't help since he probably wouldn't let it. She tried to make small talk with the man but she knew nothing would really calm him down until Bobby got back with Sam.
She was about to say something to John when his phone rang but decided better of interrupting his musings and watched as he snapped back to reality and checked his message.
"Missouri! Bobby will be back in thirty minutes, or there abouts...He's found Sam!"
At least now she could put the man to work hopefully and distract him a bit. "Alright. John I need you to help me set up a room to put Sam in. I think the room upstairs next to where you normally stay will be perfect. It has the best light in it."
She put John to work making the bed and the like while she pulled out all sorts of remedies and things she had a feeling she might need. Missouri put them all on a table up in the room a little ways away from the bed so she'd have some space to work.
When all this was done they sat again in the living room and she watched John pacing, letting out a sigh. Then they heard the sound. Bobby was back. Thank the lord he had been so quick. She let John jump up and get the door and mosied on over, holding it open and closing it behind Bobby as he brought Sam in.
Missouri hurried into the kitchen and grabbed the still hot kettle and carried it upstairs behind the men to pour in a bowl to help clean any wounds. She watched as they started to settle Sam down.
"Well...let's get to work," she said, rolling up her sleeves and surveying Sam.
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 6, 2008 9:05:23 GMT -4
Bobby locked eyes with John as he came into the hallway holding the youngest of the Winchester boys. As much as John could be an ass and make stupid choices throughout the course of the day he loved his boys and the look of concern which crossed the face of John Winchester when he saw Sam proved it time and time again.
Bobby quickly followed John up the stairs to the bedroom that they had set up for Sam; he did his best to keep Sam as still as possible so he wouldn’t make any of the injuries the boy had worse then they already were. Once in the room Bobby carefully placed Sam down on the bed on top of the covers for the time so that they could properly check out his injuries and get him straightened out.
Looking over the supplies that had been set up Bobby inspected Sam a bit more closely wanting to make sure they didn’t miss anything between the 3 of them. There was blood caked into Sammy’s clothes and there was no way they were going to be able to see the wounds when they were all drenched in blood. Bobby carefully set about getting Sam’s flannel shirt off of him and leaving him in his under shirt. His eyes immediately feel to the blood soaked bandages which were wrapped around both of his arms from the wrist up to the boy’s elbows.
“That must have been what drove Dean to leave him…seems like Meg already started her attacks on Sam with that damn bindin spell,” Bobby muttered. He was relieved slightly to see that the arm he had been almost positive was broken in the dark seemed to be only dislocated; they would of course have to snap it back into place but it was easier to tend to then a busted arm.
“You may wanna get some cold water and rags Missouri the boys had a blazin fever since I got to him and probably since before that,” Bobby said placin his hand on Sam’s forehead where he could still feel the heat radiating from.
“You think your calm enough to stitch him up Winchester?” Bobby asked wondering if John would be calm enough to be able to stitch the gash Sam head on his head which was still bleeding pretty badly.
“Or do you wanna get that arm of his back into its proper socket?”
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 6, 2008 9:41:42 GMT -4
Sam Winchester had been pretty much dead to the world since his truck had struck the tree off of the side of the road. Pretty much since that point Sam had been plunged into a world of pain and surrounded by darkness. He had woken up once and he was still in the car alone and his body all but hurt all over. His call for help had fallen on deaf ears as no-one had been about to hear it and he had quickly slipped back into the comforting grasp of unconsciousness.
Sam had been oblivious to the fact that Bobby had come for him and pulled him out of the wreckage and took him the rest of the way into Lawrence. He had still been blissfully unconscious as he was situated on the bed in Missouri’s house and his wounds taken account for. But soon enough the comforting darkness began to fade to a light grey and with the creeping sensation of consciousness looming around the corner the pain came with it and he heard a low groan of pain that he could only assume came from him.
He tensed for a moment hearing voices around him and not knowing who they were. It was never a good thing to wake up where you didn’t lose consciousness at. He struggled desperately in his own mind and finally was able to pry his eyes open. The world around him was still a haze but as he blinked owlishly everything began to come into focus.
His eyes fell on his father first which was a sight he had not been expecting to see at all. “Dad?” his voice much weaker and laced with pain asked just checking to make sure he hadn’t hit his head any harder then he thought and that his father really was there. His eyes shifted slightly and he saw that as well as his father Bobby and Missouri were there too; who would have thought it took someone almost dying to get everyone in one place. But there was someone who was notably still absent and that fact made Sam’s blood run cold as his eyes searched the room his breathing becoming more erratic then it had already been.
“Dean? ... Where is he?” Sam asked his eyes locking back over to his father as his older brother was nowhere to be found.
His body was severely protesting being back in the land of the living as it felt as if every inch of him ached. His head was pounding and he could feel that there was blood matting his hair to his scalp, there was an agonizing sharp pain which traveled from his right shoulder all the way down his arm and into his chest where he was pretty sure he had a few cracked ribs and then of course the lingering pain from the gashes on his arm still remained. Sam Winchester had definitely seen better days.
The fact that Dean wasn’t there just made things even worse if that was at all possible at the time. He wasn’t there which meant he was still off doing God only knew what, which would most likely land him in a severe heap of trouble if not hurt or worse yet dead.
Sam allowed his eyes to slip closed for a moment trying tog et some strength about him as he shivered slightly his body extremely close to going into shock. His eyes snapped open though as an excruciating pain ripped through his leg and ripped a yell of pain from him as he immediately felt his jeans grow soaked with blood. The pain which tore through his leg felt like he had been shot and he would have bet money on the fact that Dean had found Meg.
Another cry of pain ripped its way from Sam as he writhed on the bed trying to get away from the pain as another new agony tore into the bullet wound in his leg, ripping and tearing at the damaged flesh. His hands gripped the sheets till his knuckles turned white as he tried to breathe through the new pain coursing through him. His breathing had since turned into more frantic gasps of pain then actual breathing.
He groaned again in misery as he felt the sudden sensation of what could only be described as the already injured flesh on his arms being torn open under the bandages once more, his hands gripped tighter into the sheets as new rivulets of blood soaked his arms and Sam’s eyes opened once more desperately latching on to his father’s begging him to make it all stop.
Sam desperately grasped for his father but within a few moments the pain became to great and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he lost consciousness once again.
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Post by John Winchester on May 6, 2008 17:03:35 GMT -4
John watched as Bobby took Sam shirt off, and looked at his son’s body, casting an eye over any other injuries he might have. He was in bad shape; he wasn’t going to deny that, although his thoughts were partly for Dean as well, wondering what trouble his headstrong son was getting himself into. But his thoughts soon turned to Sam again when he was how bad his wounds actually were.
Surveying Sam’s arms in bandages, he saw slight blood stains on them, and was just glad Dean put them on before he left his brother. Although he did know Dean wouldn’t just leave his brother bleeding to death. At Bobby’s question about Sam’s shoulder and head, he replied, “Yeah I can stitch him up.” He said a little gruffly. “Although I think we should get his shoulder in first before it gets worse.” He said to his friend.
As soon as he’d finished his sentence though, he heard Sam talk, and moved to where Sam could see him easily without having to strain his head. “It’s okay Sam, we’re going to help you, and get you sorted.” He tried to say sympathetically and trying to reassure his youngest, that they were trying their best to break his and Meg’s bond, as well as fix up his injuries. Though when he mentioned Dean, he didn’t know the answer he could give him. “Dean still isn’t back yet, we’re gonna find him soon.” He said to him, until Sam started to cry out in pain, which must of shook Sam, and him at the same time, as they obviously weren’t expecting it.
“What the hell?!” He exclaimed with a frown and then quickly looked up and down the body for what was hurting Sam. Finding the site quickly when blood started appearing on Sam’s leg, he moved to the end of the bed, and pushed Sam’s jeans up, finding the area where it looked like a gun wound. “Shit, Meg.” He cursed. “It’ll be okay Sam, It’ll be okay, just breathe…there’s a boy, just breathe.” He said to his son, as he grabbed a rag from nearby trying to stop the bleeding. “Where are the bandages!?” He shouted, not meaning to shout, but the worry about both his son’s and trying to stop Sam from dying from his injuries, and trying to stop Meg, it was just mounting up, and he was trying to keep it in, for the sake of his family, Bobby and Missouri.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 6, 2008 18:36:11 GMT -4
Missouri nodded as Bobby spoke to her. "I have cold water as well. This is mostly to help clean the rags we use to get all that caked up blood off with. Though it might be good for the serious cuts just to make sure they're cleaned out all the way but I also got some medicine for those that would probably do better," she said as she walked over making sure to stay out of the men's way.
She watched as Sammy regained consciousness for a moment and asked about Dean. If only they knew where he was right now. She then jumped a bit when Sam started shaking and quickly grabbed some clothes and dipped them in the cold water to clean it a little bit, handing some to John as he yelled. She then handed him some bandages to use temporarily until they could get to it better. Poor guy worrying about one son as he bleed like crazy and the other one was lord knows where.
"After you both get his shoulder in order I'll work on his head," she said. She knew that nerves were high in the room as they all worried in their own way about the boy on the bed. Well Sam wasn't exactly a little kid anymore but she'd probably always call him and his brothers her boys.
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 7, 2008 11:15:51 GMT -4
Bobby looked over Sam trying to figure out where in the blazes would be the best damn place to start with the boys injuries. He agreed with John though the shoulder would probably be the easiest for one and the best to do first since it could only get worse and trips to the hospital were trying to be avoided at all costs just as usual.
“Shoulder it is then John,” Bobby muttered making his way over to the right side of the bed so that he go grab a better hold of it. Before they had the chance to set it though Sam regained consciousness and seemed to be out of it as well as in a hell of a lot of pain. Bobby let John do his damndest in regards to tryin to calm Sam down he was after all the boys father. As John talked to Sam Bobby busied himself in tryin to clean up some of the smaller cuts and gashes so that they could start makin progress somewhere.
Bobby looked over at Missouri from time to time as she was also setting about cleaning Sam up as best as they could while John tried to calm him down.
“What in the hell?!” Bobby exclaimed as Sam yelled out in pain and upon further inspection John found a bullet wound. Sam could still suffer through anything and everything that Meg went through. Bobby tired to hold Sam still so that he wouldn’t injure himself further as John worked to stop the bleeding from the gun shot wound.
Sam was losin too much blood to quickly but at this rate the three of them were fightin a losing battle. Bobby kept his hold on Sam till the boy lost consciousness once more and then once he was sure the boy was out Bobby moved his arms back into place over his shoulder and jerked the joint back into its socket with a crack. There was a small blessin in the fact that Sam had been unconscious for it as the kid didn’t need to go through anything else.
He would let John handle the gun shot wound and he moved down the bed slightly and grabbed a few of the wet towels and began to clean and disinfect the wounds on Sam’s arms which had been ripped open once more.
“Get that gash stitched up Missouri we gotta get Sam here to stop bleedin as best we can,” he stated through gritted teeth as he mopped up the blood from the arms and pulled out some of the supplies to stitch the wounds closed which he quickly began to do once the wounds were cleaned out.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 7, 2008 16:48:25 GMT -4
Missouri worked carefully on Sam's cut from were he had hit the windshield when he'd crashed."Oh Sammy," she said quietly as she continued to clean it. The boy shouldn't have been driving in the condition he had been in earlier and now plus those injuries had had ones from the accident.
She picked up one of the rolls of bandages and wrapped it around his head careful not to get his hair stuck on any of the medical tape as she fixed it up. In her head she was running through a list of the supplies she'd need to make some remedies for Sam and probably John at the least possibly Bobby. A good ole rescue remedy would keep John from panicking so much and get him to focus on things at hand not that he wasn't doing an amazing job but it would help and all the help they could get would be better for Sam.
When the head was finished Missouri moved to help Bobby with Sam's arms, pulling the old dressings off and throwing them away before quickly cleaning the re-opened wounds again and re-wrapping them. "This boy has been through the works," she said as they worked. It was meant as a bit of praise since it seemed Sammy was doing better than what she had thought might happen.
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Post by John Winchester on May 7, 2008 18:00:59 GMT -4
John got to work on Sam's leg, thinking through about what could have happened to Meg, that happened to Sam. A thought had passed his head, thinking that perhaps Dean could have been responsible. That would be the worst thing possible he thought, and knew it. He continued moping the blood up from his son's leg trying to stop the flow for the moment so he could put the bandages on.
Holding the skin close together he grabbed a roll of bandages next to him, and wrapped them tightly round Sam's leg, so it was stopping -slightly- the flow of blood and would hopefully make it heal faster, although John knew it was going to take a while to get over injuries like this, and this curse between Sam and Meg was going to take some time, all of which they didn't have.
He decided to voice his thoughts outloud to Bobby and Missouri, though slightly slanted towards Bobby as a hunter. "You don't think it was Dean who made this shot wound on Meg? Do ya?" He asked them, hoping they were going to no, but he didn't know as well as them, and it could have been anyone. He finished tying off the bandage on his leg, and surveyed the work Bobby and Missouri had done. "Thanks guys." He managed to get out, with a tight smile to them both, as his gaze went back to his son.
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Post by Bobby Singer on May 7, 2008 19:14:02 GMT -4
Bobby nodded solemnly as he heard Missouri state about how Sam had been through the works. It was true then hell that was for sure the boy was only a few steps above death warmed over and as long as they could keep him there they would all be in better shape. The only issue was trying to get him safe from Meg and the bond she had created between her and Sam. That curse could very well end Sam in an instant and there would be nothing a one of them could do about it.
Bobby finished up stichin and wrapping the wounds on Sam's arms with the help of Missouri and once they all appeared to have done as much as they could for Sam he stood up and took a few steps back and grabbed a clean towel and soaked it into the cold water and placed the rag over Sam's forhead as the boy was still runnin a high fever.
"Short of surgery I think we've done just about all that can be done right now for him," Bobby said cleaning off the blood from his hands on to a rag. His eyes focused on the blood for a moment and he cringed at the thought that the blood was that of Sam Winchester. The Sam boy Bobby had known since he was just a boy playin out in the car yard with Rumsfeld and Dean while him and John set up a hunt. Yeah the Winchester's lives had never been simple but Bobby cared about them as if they were his blood and he would help them till there was no more life left in his bones.
His thoughts were torn back into the now as he heard John's question and he gently shook his head in affirmation.
"Yeah John...I think your boy may have gone off after her and found her," Bobby explained knowing deep down that he was certain Dean had been the one to shoot Meg. The creeping knowledge that the attack had stopped so suddenly broughts chills through him but he wouldn't focus on that till they knew more.
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Post by Meg Masters on May 7, 2008 22:24:59 GMT -4
It had taken Meg barely time at all to get from Stull back to Lawrence; the towns after all were only a stones throw away from each other. As she drove down the deserted street which led to Missouri Moseley's house. She could sense that the Winchesters were there her bond with Sam grew stronger by the second the closer she got to the house and stopping the car a few yards away from it Meg glanced over at Dean and pouted slightly.
"It's a shame you won't get to see my final little trick...I am thinking you are about to get a homecoming beyond your wildest dreams," Meg said with a sadistic laugh as the car began to move once more till it was parked in the driveway of the house. Being sure to be as silent as possible Meg shut off the car but left the keys in the ignition and made her way to the passengers side where she silently dragged Dean's body from the chair and heaped him upon the hood of the Impala.
"Sleep well lover...tell Daddy and Sammy I said howdey," she whispered placing another kiss upon his lips and licking his blood from her lips as she pulled back. Her eyes never left the body of Dean as he lay sprawled upon the hood of his car knife still embedded in his chest and his neck clearly broken. Once she was out in the middle of the road the Impala suddenly sprung to life as Meg's eyes burned into the car and within a matter of seconds the car began speeding towards the front of the house where ti crashed through and buried itself clear into the sitting room.
Meg took several steps back her eyes gleaming as the sight of the Impala buried in the front of Missouri Mosley's house filled her sight. It was even better knowing that splayed upon the hood of the car was Dean Winchester dead as a door nail and it would only be a matter of moments before the Winchesters knew it. She doubted if he was still upon the hood more then liekly his dead corpse was splattered upon the floor of the old psychics house but either way would serve her purpose just fine.
"Shame I can't stay and watch the fun," Meg called out with a small pout.
"But I've got a little hell to raise," and in a blink of an eye she was gone leaving nothing but wreckage and death in her wake.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 8, 2008 12:55:29 GMT -4
Sam groaned softly as the cold rag was placed upon his forehead. The comforting grip of being unconscious hadn’t lasted as long as his battered body would have liked it to but he was still somewhere between conscious and not which for the moment would have to do. The assaulting cold from the rag though made him shiver as the fever he had developed hours ago was still running rampant in his system.
After several moments of what he was all but certain probably sounded like a pathetic excuse for groaning he pulled his eyes open once more surprised to see the room still occupied by his dad, Bobby and Missouri. But there was still one face one very important face missing from the crowd and it only brought about a feeling of dread. This had been the 3rd time now Sam had woken up and his older brother the one person he could always count on to be there…wasn’t and he wasn’t one to complain much but he wasn’t a fan of this new trend.
He swallowed back the copper taste in his throat and he felt his hands re-affirm their grip upon the sheets as the pain burned through his body but he knew he was no use to anyone in his current state so he would have to push past it and focus on getting his strength back cause they needed to get to Dean and that was all that mattered.
“Dad…gotta find Dean…” yeah he knew it wasn’t the best developed sentence he had ever said in his entire life but he was pretty sure it would get his point across loud and clear. He wasn’t dying for now anyways but nobody had any idea where Dean was either.
Sam tried to sit up against the bed and gave up the idea quickly as pain screamed through him the moment he tried. He lay back on the bed his pale from the pain and his eyes wide for a moment as he tried to breath past the pain and focus on anything but he was feeling. He closed his eyes for a moment and focused on steadying his breathing; he was weak he could feel it and he knew it was from all of the blood loss but he didn’t much care right now for anything except finding Dean.
A deafening crash sounded through the house and the house seemed to shake as whatever the hell had just happened stopped. The loud crashed caused Sam’s eyes to snap open and his body to jerk up in panic over whatever the hell was going on downstairs. He curled in on his side as the jerking upright movement had not been the most comfortable thing he could have done for his injuries.
He looked from his father to Bobby to Missouri not having a clue as to what had just happened downstairs but one didn’t need to be psychic to know it hadn’t been good.
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Post by John Winchester on May 8, 2008 15:36:25 GMT -4
John nodded in concurence (sp?) with Bobby, a weight in his heart getting heavier. If it had been Dean that had attacked Meg, why hadn't Sam got anymore injuries? Of course, he wouldn't want his son to get anymore, but it was very worrying to John about what might have happened to Dean, if it was indeed his son. He knew how prone his son was to going off and being headstrong, but now he worried that perhaps he should have left Missouri and Bobby to tend to Sam, whilst he went off to find his other son.
His thoughts were plauged with more guilt when Sam kept asking him to go find Dean, maybe partly because he couldn't bare to see Sam in this state and wanted to go, but then he didn't want to leave Sam in case something happened to him.
He was torn in two, but trying not to show what was running through his mind, and was about to suggest to Bobby they go and try and find Dean, but then a loud crash resounded through out the house, and John steadied himself on his feet slightly, but alert to what had happened.
One glance at Sam, and then to Bobby, and Missouri, he moved out the room at a somewhat fast pace, not a run, more like a fast walk. Getting down the stairs he half wished he had his gun with him, but of course, he'd left it downstairs. The one time! He cursed to himself, as he reached the bottom of the stairs and saw the damage that had happened. Mouth opening slightly trying to comprehend what it was, his eyes immediatly went to the car, but more importantly who was on the bonnet of the car.
"Dean?!" His voice came out sounding slightly strangled, at the sight of his son sprawled across the bonnet of the car, that John vaguely recognised as Dean's although that wasn't really his priority right now. He rushed forward and made his way across the bits of now detatched wall to where Dean was, his eyes resting on a dagger that was protruding from his chest as he got closer. "No! Dean." He said again, although it was a little softer this time getting to his son. His neck looked like it was broken and he'd been stabbed. He was certain it was Meg that had done this, as thoughts ran through his mind as to how he should kill her, or at least die trying. His son's were the most important thing to him, and now Dean was dead, he just didn't want to comprehend it.
"Bobby, Dean's neck's been broken....been stabbed as well." He said slowly, trying to get the words out as he waited for his friend to get there. Whilst he did, he pulled Dean carefully toward him, and picked him up, just about managing him. "I need to put him somewhere." He said, trying his hardest not to break down. He couldn't, not at this time.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on May 8, 2008 16:20:00 GMT -4
Missouri tried to smile when she saw Sam coming to again soon after she and Bobby had finished stitching up the boy's arms. She glanced at the other two men when Sam started to talk about Dean again before pushing him back so he wouldn't sit up and bother his dressings.
"Sammy why don't you just lie down and let me go make something to help with everything," she said as she started picking up the dirty rags and threw them in a hamper in the corner of the room.
As she turned around to face everyone again a loud crash was heard downstairs and she placed a hand on the wall to steady herself. Sweet Jesus now was her house blowing up? Frowning she watched as John quickly headed for the door. Missouri made her way over back towards the bed.
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