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What Lies Beneath 5/8
Title: What Lies Beneath
Summary: What if in When the levee breaks Sam's funky mojo didn't work on Alastair?
Dean sat in the same hospital room he was once in not too long ago, watching Sam sleep. It has only been a few hours since Cas had taken them out of the factory but the hours seemed to go on forever. Each second ticked louder as he had too wait for someone to give him a hint as to the condition on Sam. Finally someone dragged their ass in there and told him Sam would be just fine. He blew out a breath he didn't know he been holding then he even seen Cas let out a sigh of relief. He was told all the slashes and cuts were stitched up and the stitches holding his mouth shut were removed without complication though there would be ugly holes there until they closed on their own. He still shivered as he stared at Sam's lips knowing what used to be there. Knowing Sam was terrified and alone and couldn't even scream out for help.
He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and he knew it was Cas's but he shrugged it off. It was his stupid self that got Sam in this position any way. He wanted to think that, he wanted to blame Cas but all he kept thinking was it was all his fault.
"Dean you mustn't blame yourself over this incident."
"You're right I should blame you." Dean's voice dripped malice as he stared at Sam's limp body. His face was so pale and devoid of its natural color but the doctor had told him he would be fine why was he worrying?
"I agree you should."
"Finally we agree on something." Dean scoffed as he turned around to meet the angel in the eyes. He held compassion in the depth of his soles, for once Dean let his anger and tension role off him, and he sighed. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have lashed out at you, it's just…" Dean didn't finish his sentence as he looked over to Sam again this was like hell all over again.
"I understand Dean."
"You're still not off the hook with your pal Zachy back there. I want answers soon." That was a guaranteed promise as he wanted answers and he wanted people or angels for that matter to stop hiding things from him as if he was that much of an idiot.
"You'll get your answers, I'm sure Zachariah will be thrilled to give you all the details."
"Zachariah?"
"Yes, he's going to be coming back Dean. I fear it will be sooner than later."
"What's he going to do?" He said fearfully as he watched Sam stir in sleep but quickly settle. Sam wasn't even awake yet. Why the hell would the angel come? Of course why wouldn't he, angels love to screw with him now a days.
"I don't know Dean but be prepared for anything; I have the dishonor of having to obey his every word."
"So that's why you're so dumb." Dean chuckled as he got a glare. He hadn't cracked a joke at Cas in ages. "Oh stop giving me that look; I know you're not dumb…well maybe a little bit." He laughed aloud as Cas mumbled about leaving for a while. Maybe things would go right for once.
Sam knew he hurt of course why wouldn't he. He just was in another torture session with Alastair and he must have left to give him a moment of peace. That was it he was still at the factory and he was alone. The word reverberated in his head as the impact of it finally hit home. He didn't care as tears started to cascade down his face he knew he deserved this. The whole damn world thought he deserved this. It was for the best.
Dean stopped his reading of a magazine as he heard the silent sob coming from his brothers bed. He peeked over the top to see tears falling down his face. Dean took this as Sam was crying because he was in pain and he immediately dropped the magazine and grabbed Sam's hand; trying to comfort him in any way.
"Sammy? It's ok I'm here don't cry." He cooed as he scooted closer. The tears continued to fall in a steady stream. "Damn it." He cursed as he pressed the call button frantically. "Hold on Sammy, I'll get ya something."
As he looked to the door, he saw a nurse scramble into the door. Must have been sleeping…humph.
"Yes sir what is it."
"My brother he's in pain." He said quickly as he pointed to Sam's teary-eyed face. His eyes quickly began to tear but he held them at bay, this wasn't helping Sam any.
"Ok I'll see what I can do."
He watched carefully as the nurse checked Sam over, checking each wound, his pulse, and heart rate. It infuriated him that a stranger was the one doing his job but he told himself it was for the best. For Sammy's best interest.
"Sir I don't think I need to administer any pain medication."
"What? He's in pain, what the hell are you blind?" He lashed out in anger, as this woman wasn't going to do her damn job. Maybe he should have taken over the role.
"Sir I have a very good feeling that he's just dreaming and the tears just sprouted off from a dream."
"A dream." He repeated as he looked to Sam again realizing that the lines of pain he saw were more from discomfort not regular physical pain. He should have detected that his brother was having a nightmare and not some stranger tell him. Some hell of a big brother I am.
"I see this often in victims that have been tortured."
It was their cover story, even the story that they had used for him. A crazy psycho kidnapped Sam and tortured him, it would explain all the injures and it is not far off from the real thing. Surprisingly they all bought it and not one police officer has been there to speak to him about it. Obviously giving him space for what has taken place.
"I'm sorry for that." He apologized as he scratched absently at his head. "I can't lose him you know he's all I have left."
"I understand it happens, do feel free to press the button again if anything else pops up you're unsure of. I want to let you know he's going to be just fine, especially with you as a brother."
He beamed as he looked over to Sam again as his lines of discomfort faded and he drifted off in a more peaceful sleep. The nightmare was over for now. "Thank you." He whispered as the nurse had left with a smile and left him in the silence.
"Come on Sammy, the nightmares over. You're going to be fine, I haven't been doing a good job as big brother before but I promise I'll pick it up." He talked softly as he patted Sam's hand and went back to reading his magazine.
Chapter Six
Summary: What if in When the levee breaks Sam's funky mojo didn't work on Alastair?
Dean sat in the same hospital room he was once in not too long ago, watching Sam sleep. It has only been a few hours since Cas had taken them out of the factory but the hours seemed to go on forever. Each second ticked louder as he had too wait for someone to give him a hint as to the condition on Sam. Finally someone dragged their ass in there and told him Sam would be just fine. He blew out a breath he didn't know he been holding then he even seen Cas let out a sigh of relief. He was told all the slashes and cuts were stitched up and the stitches holding his mouth shut were removed without complication though there would be ugly holes there until they closed on their own. He still shivered as he stared at Sam's lips knowing what used to be there. Knowing Sam was terrified and alone and couldn't even scream out for help.
He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and he knew it was Cas's but he shrugged it off. It was his stupid self that got Sam in this position any way. He wanted to think that, he wanted to blame Cas but all he kept thinking was it was all his fault.
"Dean you mustn't blame yourself over this incident."
"You're right I should blame you." Dean's voice dripped malice as he stared at Sam's limp body. His face was so pale and devoid of its natural color but the doctor had told him he would be fine why was he worrying?
"I agree you should."
"Finally we agree on something." Dean scoffed as he turned around to meet the angel in the eyes. He held compassion in the depth of his soles, for once Dean let his anger and tension role off him, and he sighed. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have lashed out at you, it's just…" Dean didn't finish his sentence as he looked over to Sam again this was like hell all over again.
"I understand Dean."
"You're still not off the hook with your pal Zachy back there. I want answers soon." That was a guaranteed promise as he wanted answers and he wanted people or angels for that matter to stop hiding things from him as if he was that much of an idiot.
"You'll get your answers, I'm sure Zachariah will be thrilled to give you all the details."
"Zachariah?"
"Yes, he's going to be coming back Dean. I fear it will be sooner than later."
"What's he going to do?" He said fearfully as he watched Sam stir in sleep but quickly settle. Sam wasn't even awake yet. Why the hell would the angel come? Of course why wouldn't he, angels love to screw with him now a days.
"I don't know Dean but be prepared for anything; I have the dishonor of having to obey his every word."
"So that's why you're so dumb." Dean chuckled as he got a glare. He hadn't cracked a joke at Cas in ages. "Oh stop giving me that look; I know you're not dumb…well maybe a little bit." He laughed aloud as Cas mumbled about leaving for a while. Maybe things would go right for once.
Sam knew he hurt of course why wouldn't he. He just was in another torture session with Alastair and he must have left to give him a moment of peace. That was it he was still at the factory and he was alone. The word reverberated in his head as the impact of it finally hit home. He didn't care as tears started to cascade down his face he knew he deserved this. The whole damn world thought he deserved this. It was for the best.
Dean stopped his reading of a magazine as he heard the silent sob coming from his brothers bed. He peeked over the top to see tears falling down his face. Dean took this as Sam was crying because he was in pain and he immediately dropped the magazine and grabbed Sam's hand; trying to comfort him in any way.
"Sammy? It's ok I'm here don't cry." He cooed as he scooted closer. The tears continued to fall in a steady stream. "Damn it." He cursed as he pressed the call button frantically. "Hold on Sammy, I'll get ya something."
As he looked to the door, he saw a nurse scramble into the door. Must have been sleeping…humph.
"Yes sir what is it."
"My brother he's in pain." He said quickly as he pointed to Sam's teary-eyed face. His eyes quickly began to tear but he held them at bay, this wasn't helping Sam any.
"Ok I'll see what I can do."
He watched carefully as the nurse checked Sam over, checking each wound, his pulse, and heart rate. It infuriated him that a stranger was the one doing his job but he told himself it was for the best. For Sammy's best interest.
"Sir I don't think I need to administer any pain medication."
"What? He's in pain, what the hell are you blind?" He lashed out in anger, as this woman wasn't going to do her damn job. Maybe he should have taken over the role.
"Sir I have a very good feeling that he's just dreaming and the tears just sprouted off from a dream."
"A dream." He repeated as he looked to Sam again realizing that the lines of pain he saw were more from discomfort not regular physical pain. He should have detected that his brother was having a nightmare and not some stranger tell him. Some hell of a big brother I am.
"I see this often in victims that have been tortured."
It was their cover story, even the story that they had used for him. A crazy psycho kidnapped Sam and tortured him, it would explain all the injures and it is not far off from the real thing. Surprisingly they all bought it and not one police officer has been there to speak to him about it. Obviously giving him space for what has taken place.
"I'm sorry for that." He apologized as he scratched absently at his head. "I can't lose him you know he's all I have left."
"I understand it happens, do feel free to press the button again if anything else pops up you're unsure of. I want to let you know he's going to be just fine, especially with you as a brother."
He beamed as he looked over to Sam again as his lines of discomfort faded and he drifted off in a more peaceful sleep. The nightmare was over for now. "Thank you." He whispered as the nurse had left with a smile and left him in the silence.
"Come on Sammy, the nightmares over. You're going to be fine, I haven't been doing a good job as big brother before but I promise I'll pick it up." He talked softly as he patted Sam's hand and went back to reading his magazine.
Chapter Six