Cause I Know You're Mad, Part 3/3

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Title: Cause I Know You’re Mad, Part 3/3
Author: 27_jaredjensen 
Rating: PG-13
Genre/pairing: General
Characters: Sam, Dean
Word Count: 3,100
Summary: Dean is sick, Sam is angry.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
A/N: Finally, my first story is done! this part is pretty lenghty but thanks to everyone who stuck with it and reviewed!

 

Sam leaves Dean medicated and sleeping on the bed. He jumps in the Impala and drives to the address Bobby gave him earlier. It’s covered in the front with wildly overgrown bushes and plants and it has no driveway. He parks a few houses down on the street and goes to knock on the door.

A little girl opens the door, about eight or nine years old.

“Hi there, are your parents home?” He asks her, fully expecting her to say no. instead, she shakes her head yes.

“Can I come in?”

The girl opens the door wide and lets Sam in. The house is dark and musty and Sam is assaulted by a strong, strange smell that makes his eyes prickle and his nose itch. He briefly presses his knuckles against his nose, trying to suppress a sneeze that he feels lingering. It stops the sneeze but his nose is itching like crazing and he feels a tickle in his already sore throat. He rubs a sleeve under his reddening nose and turns to face the girl, who has closed the door and is standing there, peering at him with dark eyes.

“So, where are your parents? I need to speak with them.” Sam tries to give her a smile but he’s very unsettled by the look on her face. It’s almost as if she is smirking at him. She takes several steps toward him until she is only a few feet away from him. It catches Sam off guard, and suddenly the need to sneeze is back.

“Your pa-parents,” he manages to say again before he sneezes into cupped hands.

He opens his eyes to see that the little girl has magically procured a tissue and is holding it out to Sam.

He’s a little weary and a little creeped out by the girl but his nose has started to run and he has to sneeze again, and he doesn’t have any tissues of his own.

He reaches out to grab it, and as his fingers close around the tissue the little girl grabs his wrist. Before Sam can do anything the girl yanks him down and is hitting him over the head with something that looks suspiciously like his gun that had been in the waistband of his jeans. He just barely has time to wonder how she could have gotten his gun before he blacks out.

***

Sam can seriously not believe this is happening right now. The little girl freaking tied him to a chair. Knocked him out with his own gun and tied him up. Dean will never let him live this down. Dean’s probably going to kill him.

Right now his head is killing him, though whether that’s due to being hit over the head with his own gun or to the growing congestion in his sinuses and the fact that there are knives in his throat, he’s not really sure.

He examines the room he’s in. it’s a basement, that much he’s sure of. Its freezing cold, and someone, probably the little girl, took his jacket off of him before tying him up. He pulls at whatever is binding his wrists, feeling a sharp pain as it cuts into his skin. He gasps, which sets him into a coughing fit.

Freaking awesome. Tied to a chair by a little girl and he caught Dean’s cold. He knew this would happen. Damn germs. 

He remembers what Bobby had said on the phone earlier. Remember last time, when Dean got knocked down by the flu? You had it within days. You need to take care of yourself, boy, or you’re no use to me or your brother.

And yeah, he remembers last time. And it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that being in constant contact with Dean for the past several days and being sneezed on means that he’s going to catch what Dean has. That’s how it always happens with them, Dean gets sick and then Sam gets sick. But what Bobby doesn’t know is how badly Sam doesn’t want this to be like last time. Because Sam still hasn’t forgiven himself for what happened last time.

So it’s not going to happen like last time. Sam might be getting a little sick, but it’s just a cold. Nothing compared to last time. A few sniffles that Sam won’t let bother him. And it won’t bother Dean either, because Dean is back at the motel sleeping, and Sam can handle this situation perfectly fine on his own.

If only he weren’t tied up.

***

Sam is fighting against the rope that’s around his shoulders and what he’s pretty sure is wire around his wrists, his hands and arms growing number from both the pain and the cold. He’s cursing and coughing and sniffling the whole time that he’s struggling to get untied, and things aren’t looking good.

He found out that the chair he’s in is bolted in place when water starts dripping from the ceiling directly above him. The water hits his head, then his shoulder when he moves over as far as he can. It’s a steady drip and Sam was just about to wonder what the hell else could possibly go wrong when another drop hits him on his right leg. Great, the ceiling decides to spring a leak on him. The rest of the damn basement is dry.

There’s something warm running down his hands that feels suspiciously like blood, probably coming from his wrists, and he sneezes three times. He really could use a tissue right now. He can’t stop shivering now that he’s getting all wet and his nose has begun to run.

“Bless you.” A cool voice comes from somewhere to his left. His head snaps in the direction but he doesn’t stop pulling at his bindings. Whatever this thing is, it has him tied up good with no backup and no one coming for him.

The voice moves out of the shadows and Sam sees that it’s the little girl from earlier. She’s grinning at Sam and eyeing him like he’s dinner. He tries his best to glare.

“What the hell are you?” Sam wishes his voice didn’t sound so damn shaky and weak. He bites down hard, trying to keep his teeth from chattering.

“Answer me!” He tries to yell it, but just ends up coughing.

“Oh, Sam. You really are adorable when you get all riled up like that.” It doesn’t sound like a little girl’s voice, and it knows his name.

“You’re the debod, arend’t you?” He’s regained his breath, but now his nose is all stuffed up.

“Oh, poor Sam has a little cold.” The voice is piercing and the demon lets out a high, cold laugh. Sam winces. “And where’s your brother, Sam? Does he know you came out to play all by yourself?”

“What do you wandt here? Why are you doig this to these people?”

“Oh, Sam, those people were just casualties. Bait, if you will.” The demon waits as if it wants Sam to say something, but he’s too busy trying not to sneeze.

Sam tries pressing his nose down hard against his shoulder, but it’s a losing battle. He draws in a shuddering breath, his eyes fluttering and his breath hitching for a painful half a minute before he finally sneezes. His head snaps forward with the sneeze and it leaves him dizzy, too weak to lift his head up. His jeans and shirt are completely soaked now, and he can’t hold his head out of the way of the drip for much longer. There’s water running down the back of his neck.

“Don’t strain yourself there, kid.” The demon is right in front of him now, in the little girl’s body, and she’s lifting up a hand to Sam’s face. He tries to lean away, but she grabs his face between both hands and draws his chin up so that he’s directly facing her. Her black demon eyes flash.

“Now, Sam, where was I? Oh yes, bait. I used those poor pathetic people for bait. See, I knew you were in town, and it was the perfect opportunity. The perfect opportunity,” She’s running her fingers across Sam’s forehead, down the side of his face, “to get you.”

Sam lets out a weak, trembling laugh, shuddering at her touch. “Get me for what?”

“Sam, I’m surprised. A little off your game today, yes? You’re a Winchester. What demon doesn’t want to be the one to gank you? And I’m the lucky winner, found you when your brother is useless and won’t even come looking for a while. That way, I can do this nice and slow.” She’s pulled out a knife is holding it above him.

Sam clenches his jaw and wrenches his face away, out of the demon’s hands.

“No! Dean is going to kill you! He’s going to rip you out of that body and send you back to hell!” The demon just laughs.

“Oh, the body. I almost forgot.” She stands up and turns the knife on herself, on the little girl’s body. “Can’t have anyone around afterwards, now can I?” She laughs again, that high, unsettling cackle, and plunges the knife into the girl’s chest.

“NO!” Sam cries, coughing hard. He’s too weak to keep fighting against the rope, and he can no longer feel his hands.

“There. That should settle that. Now, for the fun part. This will only hurt a little.” All Sam can see is the blood pouring down the front of the little girl’s body and all he can feel is the steady drip of water on the top of his head before everything goes black.

***

 Sam’s eyes feel heavy and he can’t lift his head. He tries sitting but there is something strange covering his whole body that’s weighing him down. He can hear voices but he doesn’t know where they’re coming from, still can’t open his eyes. He tries to open his mouth to say something, but he’s not getting any words out.

A rough hand is suddenly smoothing over his forehead.

“Sam? You awake?” A voice that matches the hand comes from somewhere above him. Somewhere else in the room he hears coughing, harsh and rattling.

“C’mon, wake up, boy.” The voice kind of sounds like Bobby, and Sam finally regains control of his eyelids for a second. Looks like Bobby too.

“How you feeling?” The voice that sounds like Bobby is asking.

“Dean?” Sam barely gets out. There’s still something that’s covering his whole body, and it’s pulled up all the way to his chin. It’s restricting, but kind of warm and soft.

“Where’s Dean?” Sam is suddenly panicked as he tries to remember where he is- he left Dean at the motel, and he’s tied up by a demon. A demon that looks and sounds like Bobby.

“Sam?” It’s a different voice now, more familiar. “I’m right here, Sam.” More coughing.

“Dean?” Sam uses every bit of strength he can muster to open his eyes and tries to sit up. He is lying in a bed, and there’s a blue blanket over him. And the demon, which is looking more and more like Bobby and not really a demon at all, is sitting to his right. Past him, in another bed, is Dean.

“Dean! Dean, are you okay?” He’s relieved to see Dean, but he doesn’t look so good, and he’s coughing. Must have been the one coughing earlier, too.

“Yeah Sammy. I’m peachy. How’re you? You doing all right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so.” He glances at the figure that looks like Bobby, who is sitting in a chair between him and Dean. “Can you-can you see Bobby?” He half whispers it. Dean chuckles, which sets him off into more coughing.

“I’m real, kid.” Bobby’s smiling.

“What happened? Where am I?”

“Don’t you remember anything?” Bobby’s staring at him with a worried look.

“I-I remember that there was a demon. It wasn’t a girl, it was a demon, and-“ He has a flash of the demon stabbing the girl with the knife. “She had a knife. How did I get here?”  Dean coughs some more before answering.

“I came in and I saw this little girl holding a knife over you, and I wasn’t really sure if she was a spirit or what so I shot her with the rock salt. Didn’t faze her, but it gave me enough time to get closer. But she turned back around and you had already passed out, and the demon bailed. Not before she slammed me against a wall. And then I had to carry your ass back here.”

“Where did the demon go? And what…” Sam trails off. And what happened to the little girl? He can’t make himself ask. Dean seems to know what he’s trying to say.

“No idea. There was nothing we could do for the girl, Sammy. Stabbed right through the chest. The rest of her family didn’t make it either.”

“Dammit! I could have saved her, Dean. I should have known she was a demon. I walked straight into a trap.”

“Come on, Sam, it’s not your fault. There was nothing you could do.” Sam ignores this.

“How did you find me?”

“Bobby called here for you, and…” He looks at Bobby for help.

“I knew something was wrong, shouldn’t have taken you that long to chat up some witnesses. Dean here, though, decided to go after you himself, the idjit.”

“Yeah, well, we got out alright, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, and you made yourself even sicker and got a few broken ribs. And you, Sam, should have told me you weren’t feeling well, and I would have gone and talked to the family.”

Sam feels hot, angry tears prickling in his eyes and threatening to spill over. He blinks them back, swallows the retort he’s about to give to Bobby.

“I’m sorry,” He whispers instead. Bobby doesn’t seem to hear it, but Dean doesn’t miss it.

“Hey Bobby, do you mind grabbing that extra blanket out of the trunk?” He gives Bobby a pointed look.

“Uh, yeah, sure. You boy’s will be alright in here?”

“Yeah, Bobby, we’ll be fine.”

When Bobby’s gone, Dean edges himself to the side of his bed, sits up.

“Sam.” Sam’s jaw is clenched, his face set in that expression Dean has been seeing too much lately.

“C’mon, Sam, you know it’s not your fault. These things happen. We can’t save everybody.” It’s the same thing he says every time, after every hunt, after every loss.

Sam shakes his head. “No, Dean. It is my fault, and I almost got you killed. Just like last time.” His voice breaks at the last word, and Sam rolls to his side, back to Dean.

“What are you talking about, Sam?” Dean pushes off his covers, wincing at the pain in his side.

“I’m sorry, Dean. I should have never left in the first place.”

“Sam, you were working the case.”

“No, Dean. I should have never left you here, and I should have known that it was a trap. I should have known that I would get sick and that I wouldn’t be able to fight. I walked right into a trap, and I led you there too. Now you’re hurt, like last time, and if something would have happened, I wouldn’t have been able to help you. It was stupid of me.”

“Sam, why do you keep talking about last time?” Dean is on the edge of Sam’s bed now, a hand on Sam’s shoulder.

Sam’s laugh is bitter. “Don’t you remember? When you had the flu and I was stupid enough to believe I wasn’t getting sick too, and I went after that spirit in Indiana alone? And then you came, and the spirit threw you down the stairs? It was all because of me. If I wouldn’t have been so stupid, none of that would have happened.” There’s a minute of silence, but Dean’s hand remains on his shoulder.

“Is that what you’ve been so worked up about? Cause you think that was your fault? Cause I know you’re mad, Sam, because a hunt went wrong. But you are stupid if you think that it’s your fault.”

“I just tried so hard not to be useless this time. I didn’t want you to get hurt again because of me.”

“Hey, Sam. Don’t talk like that. You are not useless. And you know what? I do remember that time in Indiana. I remember that you were too sick by the time you actually got there to fight it. And I remember that it threw me down the damn stairs.” Sam’s shoulder slumps under his hand, and he buries his face deep into the pillow.

“I also remember that you were the one that killed the damn thing finally. You saved the family in that house. So no Sam, you weren’t useless. And you’re right, none of it would have ever happened if I wasn’t sick, but those people would be dead right now.” More silence, then Sam turns till he’s on his back, looking up at Dean.

“I’m sorry, Dean. I just hate it when you’re sick, Dean, because I can never do anything about it. I tried to do something to help, but I just mess everything up. I just want to take care of you. Now you’re even sicker and it’s all my fault.” Dean coughs at this.  

“Yeah, well you’re sick too Sammy. And you did take care of me. And I wasn’t worried at all, because I knew I was in good hands. I also knew you were going to get sick, cause you always do.” Dean grins a little. “And I don’t like it when you’re sick either, but I’m going to take care of you. We can’t change stuff like this, Sam. And we’re both okay, so can you please just let this go?”

Bobby chooses this moment to come in the door. He sees Dean sitting on Sam’s bed and busies himself by the door.

“Please, Sammy,” Dean asks softly. Sam nods his head and Dean can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s actually letting it go. Dean gets up at takes the blanket from Bobby and brings it over to where Sam’s laying.

“Scoot over.” The look on Sam’s face is priceless. “C’mon, Sammy, I’m freezing. Scoot over.” After a second, Sam moves to the side and Dean climbs in beside him, pulling the blanket over both.

“Go to sleep, Sam.” Dean closes his eyes.

“Dean? Can you hand me a tissue?”

“Be quiet, Sam.”

“Okay, Dean, but-“ And suddenly, Sam sneezes messily toward Dean.

“You bitch!” Dean growls, but he’s grinning wide.

“Yep, that’s karma. Now go to sleep, jerk.”

They’re asleep in minutes.

 

END.

 

Comments

[dawnintheforest.livejournal.com]

Aaawwww! <3
I really enjoyed this read. It was simple, sweet, angry/angsty, yet layered with far from simple issues. And I like your writing style too. For example, I really liked:

So it’s not going to happen like last time. Sam might be getting a little sick, but it’s just a cold. Nothing compared to last time. A few sniffles that Sam won’t let bother him. And it won’t bother Dean either, because Dean is back at the motel sleeping, and Sam can handle this situation perfectly fine on his own.

If only he weren’t tied up.

[27-jaredjensen.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! I am thrilled that you both read and enjoyed this:) Thanks for the review as well, I truly appreciate it!

[doylescordy.livejournal.com]

Poor boys both being sick now, but I love me some sick!boys and comforting. And at least Bobby is there to take care of them both now. Great job!

[hoodietime.livejournal.com]

Great ending, and YAY BOBBY! ;)

[27-jaredjensen.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I can't beleive its finally done!

[sytaxia.livejournal.com]

Again, I have to say - too cute for words. The boys were adorable here, and Sam's frustration and surly attitude just worked so well, and went so well with your narrative style. And then Awesome!Bobby!

[27-jaredjensen.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I'm so happy that the addition of Awesome!Bobby is so well liked!