cherry916 | What Lies Beneath 6/8

Title: What Lies Beneath
Summary: What if in When the levee breaks Sam's funky mojo didn't work on Alastair?

Castiel came and gone when he wanted, guilt plastered on his face, but Dean didn't care about the angel, he didn't care about Alastair, he didn't care about the damn 66 seals anymore all he cared about was laid up in a hospital bed. He since propped his feet up on Sam's bed getting heated glares from the other nurses who walked in to do their rounds for the night it only made him laugh. The doctor had told him Sam should wake within the next hour hopefully coming out of his dream state that he was in. He prayed to God he would because that was the worst. Sam would instantly cry and weep asking for mercy, for the pain to stop. It made Dean cry right along with him and all in all made him feel helpless. He wasn't one that usually felt helpless.

He figured hell if Sam had to go through nightmares then he go right along with him. He finally shut his eyes and succumbed to sleep and let nightmares plague his mind throughout the night.

The sun glittered through the window hitting Sam right in the face, it made him scrunch his eyes closed all the more trying to evade the evil sunlight trying to wake him up. "F'v m're min'tes." He mumbled as he nuzzled closer to the pillow trying to turn around but as he did so immeasurable amounts of pain shot through his chest and stomach. That's when he fully opened his eyes to notice he wasn't in a ramshackle motel room with Dean singing loudly in the shower. In fact where was Dean? Where was he? What happened?

"Oh Sam, you're awake. It's so good to see you up."

A perky voice assaulted his ears as he turned his head to see a petite women opening up the rest of the curtains. So that's who woke me up. "Wha?" He had no words as he didn't remember anything, or at least he didn't think so. His lips even hurt to talk, each word coming out sent pain. What the hell was wrong with him?

"Sam you're in a hospital. You were kidnapped and uh…tortured. Your brother and that young fellow found you."

Sam scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion trying to remember ever being kidnapped. Who the hell did I piss off this time? He went to feel his lips and felt how rough they were, and how going over each one was almost like a perfect hole, like someone…someone. Oh god, he remembered now Alastair did that, he also was the cause of his chest pains as well. Why the hell is he at the hospital though? Isn't he supposed to deserve that?

"Your lips are going to be sore for awhile sweetie, but they will heal on their own. As for your chest there were a few slashes and cuts that needed stitches but none to serious. You just have been out of it for awhile."

"You said my brother." He coughed as his throat was so dry and his lips were so sore to move but he had to ask questions.

"Yes he went to get coffee he'll be back; he was really worried about you."

Sam looked down as more guilt ate away at him; he only managed to ensue worry in Dean. He was supposed to pull off the rescue and save the day not be the one getting his ass kicked…again. He figured the other fellow mentioned was Cas, it had to be. "Thanks." He whispered as the nurse just smiled and walked off leaving him alone. Alone, the word hit him again. He never liked being alone, after Dean died he was alone. After Jess died he felt alone. He was always alone. But she had said Dean was here, but why does he get the feeling that he was alone from the start?

Dean grabbed his cup of coffee and gave it a quick sniff; he needed the extra energy boost. Going to bed proven to be the worst idea ever, he only was asleep for an hour but dreams wracked his brain of different incidents he rather not mention. Besides Sam was sure to wake up today sometime. Dean smiled as he made his descent down the hallway.

Dean waited patiently for the elevator and stepped inside; when the doors finally closed he closed his eyes for a brief moment taking another sip of the coffee. When he opened them a man was standing behind him, he could see from the reflection from the door.

"God." He clutched his chest as he recognized baldy instantly. "Haven't you guys heard of the subway yet?" He turned around to be met with the eyes of Zachariah.

"Hello Dean, I told you I be back."

"Well what do you want, ya kinda are a buzz killer." He grumbled not wanting to have this discussion. He already ruined the taste of the coffee, he didn't even want too drink any of it anymore.

"We have some things to talk about."

"You better hope you can talk in 3 minutes because that's when I get off." He didn't want to sit through a 'the world's gonna end' lecture…again. He get's that enough from Cas.

"Oh don't worry I've made some adjustments."

He gave him a perplexed look but then he felt as the elevator halted and stopped all together just before his stop…god damn it. "Get on with it already." He sighed as he leaned against the railing preparing for a long ass speech.

Chapter Seven