No Ordinary Boys ~ Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Things started to go downhill with a phone call.
The boys were sat watching TV and John was pleased that while they didn't look completely relaxed they weren't sat ram rod straight and trembling like they had been when they'd first arrived. Mary was taking a bath so it was John who answered the phone and spoke to Becca. Sam and Dean's physicals had been arranged for tomorrow.
Dean's body language changed instantly when he found out. Dammit. John should have waited until Mary was out of the bath before telling them.
"We don't need any physicals."
"Dean, it's just a check up. They just want to make sure you're both okay."
"We're fine. You already had a doctor look at us and he said we were fine. We don't need to see another doctor."
"Dean, both you and Sam have injuries that need to be checked to make sure they're healing properly, and since it's been a long time since either of you had medical care they want to give you a full health check just to be on the safe side."
"No." The thought of going to see anymore doctors terrified Dean. It was already bad enough that John and that other doctor had seen his injuries, he didn't want anyone else looking and he definitely didn't want anyone to find out about the other stuff that had been done to him.
John sighed. "Dean..."
Dean jumped up of the couch and stepped closer to him, his lips curling up into a snarl. "I said no."
John saw the anger for the fear it really was. "I promise that they're not going to do anything you don't want them too. They aren't going to hurt you or Sam, and if things get too much for either of you then you can stop, alright?"
"Dean, I don't wanna go." Sam's voice was small and shaky. He didn't want to go to the hospital. If they examined him, they might be able to tell he wasn't normal and the thought of what could happen then made him feel like he was about throw up.
Dean smiled over at his brother who was huddled up in the corner of the couch. "Its okay, Sammy. You don't have to go anywhere."
John shook his head. "Dean..."
"No!" Dean snapped. "You heard my brother. He doesn't want to go, so he's not going."
"He needs to be checked over, Dean. What if his shoulder isn't healing right or he could be sick..."
"He's fine. If he needed a doctor then I'd take him to one." Dean shouted in frustration. "He's my brother and I'm the one who takes care of him. If he was sick or hurt I'd know and he's not, he's fine. We both are and we don't need any god damn doctors."
John was about to answer when his attention was suddenly drawn to Sam. The kid was leant forward with his hands braced on his knees and his forehead scrunched up in what looked like pain. "Sam? You okay there?"
Dean's head snapped back round to face his brother. "Sammy?"
Sam felt his breath hitch and he gasped for air. He knew what was happening and he knew there was nothing he could do stop it, but he still tried to fight against it, just like he always did. "De..." he panted.
Dean started to reach out for his brother until he recognised what was happening and then he immediately pulled his hand back. Touching Sam in anyway when he was having an episode was a very bad idea. Not only did it seem to make Sam's pain ten times worse but touching is also when the room shaking, things flying off shelves and lights exploding stuff would start.
"Sam, it's okay." Dean called, hoping Sam could still hear him. "Sammy, you need to lie down. I'm right here and..." His eyes widened as Sam began pitching forwards and Dean saw that his head was on a direct collision course with table in front of him.
Dean moved quickly, shoving the table out of the way just in time and Sam's body crumbled to the floor and began seizing.
John looked on in horror when Sam suddenly began slumping forwards, he saw Dean react with the same speed he had last night when Sam had been panicking in John's arms, but instead of grabbing his brother like John had expected, Dean shoved hard at the table. He watched Dean wince at the sound of Sam's body hitting the floor and then Sam's entire body was shaking uncontrollably.
"Sam!" John automatically rushed towards Sam's convulsing form.
"No!" Dean yelled, moving quickly to block Sam from John. "Don't touch him!"
Sam started making a high keening noise and Dean flinched at the sound, he knelt down beside his brother but still didn't touch him. "Sammy, it's okay. I'm right here, Sam." Dean was desperate to offer some kind of comfort even though he knew Sam probably couldn't hear him anymore. "You're alright. I'm here. I'm here, Sammy."
John moved round to the other side of Sam, intending to lift his head and cushion it, to prevent it from repeatedly slamming against the floor but his hands were immediately slapped out of the way.
"Don't touch him!" Dean screamed.
"Dean, he's having a damn seizure! Let me help."
"No, leave him alone." Dean's breath began to quicken, panic starting to overwhelm him. He had to protect Sam, he couldn't let John touch him.
When Sam started screaming, John once again went to reach for him and that's when Dean's fist connected with his nose, sending him stumbling backwards.
"Get away from him!" Dean snarled.
Suddenly, Sam gasped, his back arching once more before his body finally stilled. Dean had him gathered in his arms within seconds. "Sammy?" He gently pushed the bangs back from his brother's face. "Sam, you with me?"
John stood shocked as he raised a hand to his bloody nose, watching as Dean desperately tried to get a response out of his brother.
"What's going on?" Mary hurried into the room, her hair was still dripping wet and she was leaving watery footprints in her wake. "John?" she gasped when she saw the blood pouring down his face. She rushed over to his side, which is when she saw Sam lying unconscious in Dean's arms. "Oh my god. I'll call 911."
"No!" Dean shouted. "He doesn't need a hospital. He's fine. He'll wake up soon. He will." Dean's voice was frantic.
John took a cautious step towards them. "Dean?"
Sam groaned, shifting slightly in Dean's arms. "Sammy?"
"De," Sam croaked, weakly.
"I'm here, Sammy. I'm here." Dean ran his fingers through Sam's hair soothingly. "It's all over now, Sammy. You're okay. You're okay."
Sam blinked his eyes open and winced when the sudden light caused his head to pound in pain. One of Dean's hands instantly covered his eyes. "Shhh. Take it easy, Sam. Just give it a minute and you'll feel better."
"Dean?" John made his tone firm to make sure he got Dean's attention. "Dean, Sam needs a doctor. You need to let us help, okay?"
Dean looked up and grimaced when he saw the blood dripping from John's nose. Dean was sure he was going to pay for that later. "Please, he doesn't need a hospital. It was just a seizure. He just needs to rest and he'll be fine."
John sighed and turned to Mary. "Call Dr. Saunders and ask him if he can make another house call."
Mary nodded, leaving to make the call.
"Okay, Dean. No hospital for now but if Dr. Saunders says he needs one, he's gonna have to go, alright?"
Dean nodded reluctantly, knowing he didn't really have much choice right now.
"Dean," Sam breathed. "I...I saw...I saw...There was blood...and...I..."
"Shhh, Sam, Shhh," Dean whispered quickly. "Don't talk, Sammy. It's okay. Shhh."
John furrowed his brow. "Dean, what's he talking about?"
"Nothing. The seizures just make him confused, that's all. He's not talking about anything." Dean lied and he hoped he sounded more convincing than he felt. He needed to get Sam out of here. "Can I take him upstairs? He needs to rest."
John nodded. "Will you let me help you take him up?"
"It's okay." Dean stood up, gently slipping an arm under Sam's legs before lifting him up into his arms. "I got him."
It was a strange sight to see a fourteen year old carrying a ten year old, but it looked liked something Dean had done many times before.
"Dr. Saunders is on his way," Mary said as she made her way back into the living room.
John nodded. "Dean's taken Sam upstairs to rest."
Mary retrieved an ice pack from the kitchen and carefully placed in against John's swelling nose. "You think it could be broken?"
"Nah." He winced at the pressure of the ice pack. "Kid sure can throw a punch though."
Mary guided John over to sit on the couch so she could clean him up. "What happened?"
John sighed. "Honestly, I don't know. One minute Sam was just sat on the couch, the next his was having some sort of seizure. I got too close to him for Dean's liking and then I was knocked on my ass."
"Do you know what caused Sam's seizure?"
John shook his head.
"Do you think he might be epileptic?" Mary asked as she wiped away the last of the blood from his face.
John frowned. "I'm not sure but I can't help thinking it's something more. The way Dean was acting was strange."
"What do you mean?"
"When Sam started to collapse to floor, he didn't even try to reach him, he just watched."
"Maybe he was taken by surprise."
"No, whatever happened has happened before. Dean actions were practiced. There was a reason he didn't try and stop Sam's fall, I just don't know what it is."
They were interrupted by the sound of the door knocking.
"That'll be Dr. Saunders." Mary placed the ice pack down on the table. "I'll fill him in on what's happened while you let Dean and Sam know he's here."
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"Head hurts, De," Sam whispered as Dean gently tucked him into bed.
"I know it does, kiddo." Dean stroked his brother cheek, hating seeing him in pain. "You'll feel better soon. I promise."
Sam pressed his face into the hand stroking his face, sighing deeply.
"Sammy?" Dean asked, quietly. "Do you remember what you saw?"
"I just remember there being blood. Lots of blood." Sam frowned trying to remember more. "Sorry, Dean. Can't 'member anything else. Too tired."
"That's fine, buddy. You did real good." Dean lay down next to Sam, careful not to jostle him too much as he wrapped his arms around him. "You can go to sleep now, Sammy. I'm here and everything's gonna be fine."
Dean rubbed comforting circles into Sam's back and within minutes his brother was sound asleep. The visions always took a lot out of Sam and it wasn't unusual for him not to be able to recall much at first. He would most likely remember more once he woke up, but after hearing about all the blood, Dean wasn't so sure he wanted Sam to remember. It wasn't like they could do much about Sam's visions anyway. Their dad and uncle hadn't cared about helping the people in Sam's visions and though Dean always tired to do something to help there was usually very little he could do. All the visions really seemed to achieve was to give Sam more things to have nightmares about.
Dean closed his eyes in exhaustion. He just didn't know what to do anymore. Everything was just so messed up and he didn't have a clue how to fix it. He'd just begun to drift off to sleep when John knocked the door to tell them the doctor had arrived.
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John let out an exhausted sigh as he slumped down onto the sofa. He grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV.
It had been a few hours since Dr. Saunders had left, letting John and Mary know that as Sam's vitals seemed stable and because they were taking him to the hospital tomorrow anyway, he didn't see any reason to rush him in right now. He informed them Sam would probably seem drowsy and disorientated for a while but that he should recover fine after some rest.
Dean and Sam had remained in their room and after checking that they both had everything they needed, Mary had gone to bed as well.
John's mind was still trying to sort through everything that had happened when he suddenly realised he wasn't alone anymore. Dean was stood watching him from the doorway.
"Hey Dean." John smiled, muting the TV. "What you doing up, buddy? You alright?"
Dean shuffled awkwardly on his feet. He hadn't been able to sleep. He felt bad about hitting John, and he was sure that John and Mary would have called the social workers by now to tell them that they didn't want him and Sam staying anymore. He knew he would be leaving soon but he didn't know if John wanted to punish him first. "Just wanted to say I'm sorry," he mumbled.
"Sorry?"
Dean gestured at John's swollen nose. "For hitting you."
John gave him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it, kiddo."
"So, I guess we'll be leaving tomorrow?"
John wrinkled his forehead in confusion. "Leaving?"
"I hit you." Dean stated simply. "I can't imagine you want me staying in your house anymore."
John felt his heart twist in sympathy. "Dean, I'm not gonna send you away. You and Sam are always going to be welcome in this house."
Dean didn't reply choosing to look down at his feet instead.
"Dean, you don't have to go anywhere, okay?" John smiled when Dean finally nodded. "But I would like to talk to you for a minute, if that's alright with you."
Dean looked unsure but made his way over to join John on the couch.
"How often has your brother had a seizure like that?"
Dean swallowed. He didn't like the think about the number of times he had to watch on helplessly as his brother thrashed around in pain. "A few times."
"Dean, why didn't you try and stop Sam from hitting the floor? And why didn't you let me help?"
"Because it hurts Sammy more if you touch him. I don't know why but it hurts him more when anyone touches him."
"I understand that, but Dean, Sam could really have hurt himself hitting the floor like that."
"I know and usually I would have grabbed him and lowered him to the floor even though it hurts him to be touched." Dean wasn't lying about that. If he wasn't able to get Sammy to lie down before one of his visions hit then Dean usually would make sure he lowered his brother safely to the floor. It would cause the room to tremble and lights to flicker but that didn't matter as both his dad and his uncle knew about Sam's visions. John however did not and so this time Dean couldn't risk touching Sam and John finding out. "I don't know why I didn't try and stop him this time. I just wanted to get the table out of the way so he didn't hit it. I'm sorry."
"Its okay, Dean." John was sure there was something more going on here but he didn't push it. "You don't have to be sorry. I know you would never do anything to hurt Sam on purpose."
"I'm really sorry I hit you. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just panicked." Dean lowered his eyes, ashamed.
"Dean, it's alright." John reached out and gave Dean's shoulder a reassuring touch and he felt the kid flinch in fear.
"Hey, it's okay," John soothed, gently removing his hand. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
Dean was silent for a few more moments before he quietly mumbled, "Please, don't make us go to the doctors tomorrow."
John sighed. "Dean..."
"Please." Dean raised his head to look at John, and John felt sadness flood through him when he saw Dean's eyes were swimming with tears.
John reached for him again, this time making sure Dean could see his hand coming before it touched his shoulder. "It's gonna be okay, Dean. I know you're afraid and don't want to go but it's important, even more so after Sam's seizure. The doctors need to check what's causing them, see if they can find a way to stop them, and they need to check that you're okay too, Dean."
Dean chocked back a sob. "I don't want them to check me out. I don't want them to find out."
John felt his concern rise at Dean's obvious distress. "Find out about what, Dean?"
"About me," Dean cried. "I don't want them to find out about me."
John watched as tears began sliding down Dean's face and he gently tugged on his shoulder, bringing the kid closer to him. "Shhh, Dean," John soothed, pleased when Dean allowed him to pull him into his arms. "What is it, buddy? What are you scared of them finding?"
Dean let himself sink into John's arms. He was exhausted and he just wanted it all to stop. He didn't want to be afraid anymore. He just wanted to be safe. He curled his fingers into John's shirt and began sobbing.
"Shhh, shhh. Its okay, Dean. You're alright. Shhh." John started rocking him slowly, rubbing soothing circles into his back, trying to comfort the distraught teenager.
"I don't want them to find out," Dean sobbed, clinging to John desperately. "I don't want them find out about what my uncle made me do."
John held on tighter, his heart breaking for the broken child sobbing in his arms.
Chapter 6