No Ordinary Boys ~ Chapter 14
Chapter Fouteen
"Thank you for agreeing to meet with us, Mrs Winchester." Detective Summers said as Mary handed him and Detective Franklin, cups of coffee.
"Of course. No problem." Mary smiled tightly. It wasn't like they gave her much of a choice. They had been very insistent on meeting with her when they'd phoned, and not wanting to have to go to the station, she had agreed for them to come to the house. Sam was still sleeping and since nightmares had stopped him from getting much sleep much last night, Mary was hoping that he wouldn't wake up while the detectives were here.
Detective Summers flipped open his notebook. "If you could start by giving us your version of what occurred. Starting with when you were kidnapped from the house."
Mary sighed and began recalling her account of what happened.
"And you and Mick fought?" Detective Franklin asked, midway through her explanation.
Mary nodded. "That's right."
"And you were able to gain the upper hand?"
Mary nodded again.
Detective Franklin looked Mary up and down. "That must have taken a lot of effort. He has a lot more bodyweight than you."
"I guess I got lucky."
"I guess so." Detective Franklin gave her smile which Mary thought looked more like a smirk. "Please continue."
Mary finished her explanation and then fixed the detectives with a firm stare. "And that's everything."
"And you have no idea what happened to the father?"
"I told you, I stayed downstairs with Dean. I didn't even see Tom's body."
"Mary?"
Mary turned round to find a nervous looking Sam stood in the doorway.
"Hey, sweetie." Mary quickly made her way to him, crouching down and taking his hands in hers but Sam's gaze remained firmly on the two men sat on the couch. "I'm almost done here, honey. Why don't you go back upstairs and I'll be up in a minute, okay?"
"Hello Sam." Detective Summers was suddenly stood beside Mary. "How you doing, buddy?"
Sam didn't answer but he did move closer to Mary who had stood back up to face the detective.
"Seen as he's awake." Detective Summers continued, "Maybe we could ask him a few questions."
Sam didn't like the sound of that. Questions? Questions about what? Who were these people? He grabbed a hold of Mary's hand, holding it tightly.
"I don't think that's a good idea." Mary stated, firmly.
"Come on, I'm sure he doesn't mind." The detective knelt down in front of Sam. "You're a big boy aren't you Sam? You can answer a few questions, can't you?"
"Who are you?" Sam asked, his voice small and shaky.
"Sam, this is detective Summers and detective Franklin." Mary answered. "But it's okay they were just leaving so..."
"Detective? Like the police?" Sam's eyes went wide and Mary felt the hand she was holding start to tremble. "I didn't kill him. I swear I didn't."
"No one's saying you did." Detective Summers said. "But maybe you saw what happened? Saw who did kill him?"
"That's enough." Mary snapped, stepping in front of Sam protectively. "You have no right to do this. He's not ready to talk about this."
"I didn't see anything." Sam sobbed, hiding his face in Mary's shirt. He couldn't tell them truth. They wouldn't even believe him if he did.
"Come on now, Sam, you must have seen something."
"No, no, no, no, no." Sam shook his head rapidly.
"I want you to leave." Mary demanded. "Right now, detective."
Detective Summers sighed but stood back up and gestured for detective Franklin to leave. "We'll be in a touch again soon."
Mary glared at the man. "Just go."
"Hey, Sam," Mary turned her attention fully to the shaking child once the detective had left. "They're gone now, honey. It's okay. You're alright." Mary held Sam, murmuring soothing nonsense until she felt the trembling ease and his breathing return normal. "There we go. You feel a bit better?"
Sam nodded and Mary smiled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. "Why don't you go and get dressed and we'll go and see Dean."
Sam eyes actually got a bit brighter at that and giving Mary one last hug, he rushed off to get ready.
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"You handled that well." Eli said as he loosened his tie and shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it down on the motel bed. "God, I hate wearing these suits."
"Like you would have done any better with the kid, detective Franklin." Jonas snapped.
"Well it's not like I could have done any worse."
"Shut up." Jonas grumbled and he chucked a cell phone over at him. "Call him. Let him know what's going on."
"Why do I gotta call him?" Eli complained.
"Because I'm older and I said so."
Eli snorted. "What are you five?"
"Just call him." Jonas said, disappearing into the bathroom. "I'm gonna take a shower."
Grumbling, Eli dialled the number.
"Yeah?"
"It's me. Jonas and I have just finished interviewing the Winchesters."
"And?"
"And it's definitely our kind of thing." Eli reported. "There were signs of a demonic activity all over the house where the dad died and the kid, Sam, is definitely hiding something."
"Mary?"
"She seemed fine." Eli replied. "How do you want us to proceed?"
"Make your way back to base. I'll handle things from here myself."
"Yes, boss."
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Dr. Lewis walked into Dean's room just as John was waking up."Good morning."
John yawned, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. He felt like he'd barely slept at all. "Morning."
"Any problems during the night?" Dr. Lewis asked as she began checking Dean's chart.
"He woke up few times from nightmares but I was able to settle him back down."
Dr. Lewis glanced sadly over at Dean sleeping form before turning her attention back to John . "Your wife called to say she's on her way over with Sam."
John nodded. "Thank you again for calling me last night."
"Not a problem." Dr. Lewis smiled. "I saw how you were with Sam earlier and was hoping Dean would respond to you the same way. The nurses weren't having much luck in calming him down."
"Yeah, he's extremely protective when it comes to his brother and they both can get quite worked up when they're separated."
"After what they've been through that's perfectly understandable."
"Sammy?" came Dean's groggy voice, his eyes slowly opening.
"Hey, Dean." John quickly took a hold of Dean's hand, squeezing it gently.
Dean blinked sleepily up at him. "John?"
"Yeah, it's me." John smiled. "How you feeling, kiddo?"
"M'okay." Dean replied but John could see the lines of pain on his forehead. "Sammy here?"
"Mary is on her way over with him now." John assured. "In the meantime the doctor is here. You okay to let her check you over?"
Dean tensed up when he realised there was someone else in the room and his eyes slid warily over to the doctor.
"Hello, Dean" Dr. Lewis said, softly. "I'm Dr. Lewis. We met last night."
Dean nodded. "I remember."
Dr. Lewis made her way closer to Dean, keeping her movements slow and steady. "Is it alright if I examine you? Make sure everything is okay?"
Dean shrugged, looking a little unsure. "I guess."
Dr. Lewis smiled and started her examination. "Your vital signs are a lot more stable than they were yesterday which is very good. How's the pain this morning?"
"M'fine." Dean said but John could tell he was lying.
"Dean, if you're hurting then you need to let the doctor know, alright?"
"My ribs hurt a bit" Dean finally mumbled. A bit was a huge understatement but it was all Dean was willing to admit to right now.
Dr. Lewis nodded. "It's going to take a while for them to fully heal but I can give you something for the pain."
Dean shook his head. "Don't want any more painkillers. They make me too sleepy."
"Don't worry about that, buddy." John said, gently. "It's okay if you fall asleep."
"I don't like sleeping here." Dean replied, quietly. His eyes downcast. "There's too many people here."
"Dean..."
"I don't know them and I...what...I..." Dean stammered, his breathing beginning to speed up.
"Hey, hey, take it easy." John soothed. "You're safe here. I'm gonna be staying with you, alright? If you're sleeping, I'll be right here. I won't let anything happen to you, okay?"
"What about Sammy? I don't wanna be sleeping when he's here."
John raised an eyebrow at Dean. "What do you think will upset Sam more; you sleeping or you being in pain?"
Dean chewed on his lip anxiously but agreed to let Dr. Lewis administer the painkillers and no sooner than she finished, Sam was barrelling through the door. He let out a small excited squeal when he saw Dean was awake and raced towards him.
"Sammy," Dean breathed, wrapping his arms tightly around his brother as Sam scrambled up onto the bed.
"Careful, Sam." Mary said. "Dean's still healing."
"I'll be gentle." Sam replied, his voice muffled from where he had buried his face into Dean's neck.
"Sammy," Dean repeated, resting his chin on top of Sam's head. The almost overwhelming fear he had been feeling since he'd first woken up in the hospital easing now that he had his brother back with him.
"De." Sam whispered, breathing in his brother's scent and letting it calm him.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked, wanting to check Sam over himself but not willing to let him out of his arms just yet.
Sam nodded. "M'okay. Worried about you."
"I'm gonna be fine, Sammy." Dean assured.
"Okay, I'm going to leave you guys to it." Dr. Lewis smiled. "Dean, I'll be in to check on you in a little while, alright?"
Dean nodded but his eyes never left Sam.
"Boys, will you be okay if me and John talk outside for a minute?" Mary asked.
"Yeah, we'll be fine." Dean replied and John gave Mary a curious look as he followed her out the door.
"It's so good to see you, kiddo." Dean ran his hands softly through Sam's hair.
"M'sorry I had leave you here alone last night but the doctors wouldn't let me stay."
"Don't worry about it." Dean pulled back a little so he could see Sam better. "You're here now and you're okay. That's all that matters." He reached out to gently touch the bruising on his brother's face. "They hurt?"
Sam shrugged. "Not really."
Dean frowned as he carefully examined the black and blue marks. The thought of his dad hurting Sam like this making him tense up in anger.
"Dean, I'm alright. I promise." Sam said, noticing his brother's change in body language. "It's just a few bruises."
"You hurt anywhere else?"
Sam shook his head.
"Sam..."
"I'm telling the truth." Sam insisted. "Dad didn't do anything else."
"John told me about what happened," Dean pulled Sam closer to him. "That's dad's dead."
It was Sam's turn to tense up. He went rigid in Dean's arms and fine tremors began working their way through him.
"Hey Shhh," Dean whispered, rubbing his hand up and down Sam's back in comforting strokes. "You don't have to be scared. I'm here now. I got you."
"I...I didn't kill him." Sam stammered, his hands fisted tightly in the back of Dean's hospital gown.
Dean nodded. "Can you tell me what happened?"
"I...it..." Sam tried to get the words out but the panic slowly flowing him was making it too hard.
"Shhh, Sammy." Dean soothed. "It's just you and me here. You can tell me. It's okay."
With Dean's encouragement, Sam took some calming breaths and began talking.
"I'm sorry, daddy." Sam cried as his father dragged him into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind them. "I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" His dad sneered and shoved Sam to the floor. "You really thinking saying sorry can make up for what you've done."
Sam flinched, a whimper escaping him as his dad hauled him back up to his feet and gripped his upper arms painfully.
"Do you know how much trouble you've caused?" his dad snarled and backhanded him hard round the face.
Sam winced as his father's fist once again connected with his face. "I'm sorry. Please stop, please."
"You're poison, Sam." His dad spat. "We were a happy family and then you were born. You tore apart my family."
"I...I didn't mean too." Sam sobbed, tears streaming down his bloody and bruised face.
"Dean was my son. He loved me, looked up to me but you turned him against me. Made him choose you over me and now he has suffer, all because of you." His dad snapped and Sam cowered at the pure venom and hatred in his dad's tone.
"Please don't hurt him." Sam begged. "I'll leave dad, I swear. I'll leave and you and Dean will never have to see me again, just please don't hurt him, daddy."
His dad just laughed. "It's too late for that. Dean made his choice. He betrayed me and now he has to deal with the consequences."
"This is all your fault, Sam." His father grabbed him by his hair, dragging him across the room. "You destroyed my life. You got your mother killed and you took Dean away from me."
"You're evil, Sam." Hands closed around Sam's throat. "I should have snapped your neck the moment you were born. It's time I fixed that mistake."
Sam desperately clutched at the hands around his throat, trying to get them to loosen but it was no use and just as his eyes began to roll back in his head, he was suddenly able to breath again, the crushing pressure was gone and Sam gasped in lungfuls of oxygen.
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that."
"Who the fuck are you?" His dad yelled. "And where the hell did you just come from?"
Sam panted heavily, his eyes wide as he stared up at the man who had just appeared in the room. He could see the confusion on his dad's face, and Sam felt his heart pound even harder in his chest when he caught sight of the disturbing yellow glint in the stranger's eyes.
"Who I am is not important." Yellow eyes replied, his voice a deep, menacing rumble that made Sam shake in fear. Sam flinched when the man suddenly pointed a finger in his direction and growled, "He however is important and as much fun as it is watching you knock him around, I'm afraid I can't allow you to kill him."
His dad snorted. "He's my son. I can do whatever the hell I want to the little brat."
"He may biologically be yours but the boy belongs to me." The man replied. "He's mine. Your wife made sure of that."
"What the fuck you talking about?" His dad snapped.
"All you need to concern yourself with is that Sam is my property." Yellow eyes stated firmly. "And you will not kill what belongs to me. Understand?"
"I'm his father. I'll be the one to decide if he lives or dies."
Yellow eyes smirked and clicked his fingers. There was a flash of bright light and Sam heard his dad scream out in pain. When the light faded, Sam saw blood flooding from two slits across his dad's wrists. Another click and flash, then there's more blood, this time gushing from his father's neck. Sam watched in horror as his dad began to make a awful gurgling sound, his eyes wide and staring down at Sam in a mix of surprise and hatred.
Sam couldn't watch any longer and he dragged his trembling body underneath the bed. He closed his eyes tight and covered his ears, trying to block out all the terrifying sights and sounds. He curled himself into the smallest ball he could, rocking back and forth as he called out Dean's name over and over. Despite his shouts and having his ears covered, Sam still heard the loud snap that he would later realise was the sound of his dad's neck breaking. Moments later Sam heard footsteps approach the bed and the man crouched down beside it.
"Hi ya, Sammy."
Sam refused to open his eyes and shook his head back and forth, distressed mewling sounds escaping from his throat. Sam heard the man chuckle.
"I'll catch ya later, kid. I have big plans for you."
There's another bright flash then everything falls eerily silent and Sam stays where he is, whimpering and keening in fear.
"And then John was there and pulling me out from under the bed."
Sam's whole body shook in Dean's arms and his breath was coming out in short, sharp bursts.
"You...you...believe me, right Dean?" Sam stammered, his wide tear filled eyes locking with his brother's. "I didn't...didn't kill dad. It was the...the man with yellow eyes."
"Shhh, Sammy" Dean rubbed soothing circles across Sam's back, desperate to try and calm him down. "It's okay. I believe you. I believe you. Shhh, it's alright."
"The man he...he wasn't human, Dean." Sam whispered, still struggling to pull in enough air. "I could feel it. I could feel how evil he was."
"Sam, I need you to breath for me, kiddo." Dean rested his forehead against Sam's. "Just breathe, Sammy. It's okay."
Sam shook his head rapidly. "No! No, it's not okay."
"Sam..."
"No, Dean. I've...I've seen him before. I saw him in a dream and..." Tears spilt from Sam's eyes as he remembered the dream and seeing Dean lying dead, his body torn apart. "He...he said he had plans for me, Dean. What does that mean?"
"I don't know, Sam, but I promise you that everything's going to be alright." Dean said, gently cupping Sam's face in his hands. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
"What if..." Sam panted still breathing much too fast. "What if means that I'm evil. What if it means I might hurt you and...and...I..."
"Sam, enough." Dean ordered, his tone firm but gentle. "You gotta breathe. Come on, kiddo. Breathe with me, alright? In and out, in and out."
Following Dean's instructions, Sam's breathing began to steady out and Dean smiled, wiping the tears from Sam's face.
"There you go. That's it. Just breathe. Nice and Easy."
Sam listened to the soothing timbre of Dean's voice before finally giving into exhaustion and falling asleep, still clinging tightly onto his brother.
"It's all going to okay now." Dean whispered, placing a soft kiss to the top of Sam's head. "You're safe now. I got you, baby brother. I gotcha."
Dean wasn't sure what to make of what Sam had told him about how their dad died. It's not that he thought Sam was lying, it was just that the whole evil demon thing was kind of hard to get his head around. He knew from Sam's visions that his brother believed that there were supernatural monsters out there, but Dean hadn't seen any evidence himself. That didn't mean it wasn't true and the way his brother described how their dad had been killed made it hard not to believe.
He pulled Sam closer to him. Sam should never of had to go through that. Dean should have protected him from it. He should have kept him safe. That was his job and he had let Sam down.
"I promise, Sammy," Dean swore. "I'm never going to let anything hurt you again."
Dean watched Sam sleep until he couldn't stay awake any longer and taking comfort in the fact that his little brother was back where he belonged, he let himself drift away.
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"You okay, baby?" John asked once he and Mary were outside Dean's room.
Mary nodded. "Just wanted to tell you that the police showed up at the house this morning and there was a bit of an incident with Sam."
"What happened?"
"Sam came down while I was giving my statement and he got upset when they tried to talk to him."
"They know they aren't suppose to be talking to him yet." John growled.
"I know and I made them leave but Sam was still pretty upset by it all."
John scowled. He fully intended to let those detectives know just what he thought of their actions when he next saw them.
"Sam's okay now." Mary said, reaching out to stroke along John's tense arm. "I just wanted to let you know what happened."
John nodded. "Has Sam said anything more about what happened with his dad?"
"No, he had another nightmare about it last night but when I tried to get him to talk about it, he panicked."
John sighed. "Hopefully being back with Dean will help him open up about it."
Mary nodded, squeezing his hand. "Come on, let's go a grab some coffee and get back to the boys."
John and Mary both had matching smiles when they walked back into Dean's room and found the brothers sleeping peacefully, wrapped up in each others arms.
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Three days later and Dean discharged from hospital. He still wasn't fully recovered but his doctors were worried that the hospital environment was holding back his recovery. Dean remained tense and withdrawn when the doctors and nurses were in the room, and his nightmares were getting so bad that they were leading to panic attacks, one time the doctors had been forced to sedate him when they had been unable to find a way to calm him.
Sam wasn't faring any better in the nightmare department and regularly woke up screaming for his brother, and John's back was beginning suffer from the amount of times he'd had to retrieve a scared and shaking Sam from under the bed. He was hoping that now the boys were back together and in familiar surroundings things would start to settle down.
"Hey, buddy." John called into the lounge. "I'm just going to quickly check on your brother. You pick us a movie and I'll be right back, okay?"
"Kay." Sam called back and he made his way over to look through the movie cases. Dean had started running a slight temperature last night and it had made his brother's nightmares worse. Dean hadn't slept all night and in the end, John had to give him some medicine to make him sleep. Sam knew that John offering to watch a movie with him was to try and distract Sam from worrying and hovering over Dean's sleeping form all day, and while Sam appreciated the gesture, he didn't really seeing it working.
A knock on the front door made him jump. After realising he was the only one around to answer it, Sam cautiously walked over and slowly opened the door.
"Well, hello there."
Sam looked up at the man stood of him. He was bald and kind of tough looking.
"I'm looking for Mary." The man said and gave Sam a smile which Sam thought looked a little creepy. "Is she in?"
"She's at the store but John's here." Sam answered, quietly. "Are you another cop?"
The man shook his head and chuckled. "What's your name, kid?"
"Sam."
"That's a good name." The man bent down and extended his hand out. "It's nice to meet you, Sam. My name's..."
"Samuel."
Sam spun round at the sound of John's voice, a slightly puzzled look on his face. The whole time he had been at the Winchesters, John had never once called him Samuel. Once he'd turned round he was able to see that John wasn't talking to him at all. John's gaze was fixed on the man in the doorway and he really, really did not look happy to see him.
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