Fic: Another kind of Trap (7/?)

[serafina20]

Title Another Kind of Trap (6/?)
Author serafina20
Rating R
Spoilers everything through Devil's Trap
Summary The Winchesters need help after the events of Devil's Trap. Luckily, Sam has made arrangements for this eventuality. He just failed to inform Rachel Adams of his plans. Sequel to Captured Soul and Kitsune
Pairing Dean/OFC

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7



"Psst. Dean." Sam shook his brother, careful not to dislodge any of the millions of wires and needles sticking out of him. "Dean, wake up."

Dean was slow to wake. He normally was, to a certain extent, but this was different. This was sickness and exhaustion and... his heart. Hunter's instincts, completely and totally trashed.

"Hey," Dean rasped when his eyes were open. They were unfocused. Blurry. "Was wondering when you'd get here."

"Sorry, man. The nurses in this place are hard to doge." He pulled a chair to Dean's bed, wincing when it scraped on the floor. "Does Missouri know she's here?" he asked, nodding at Rachel, who was curled on another chair, fast asleep.

Dean shook his head. "You hear any shouting?"

"Point." He sat, arms on the edge of Dean's bed, hands clasped in front of him, eyes on Dean's face. Gazing and studying every detail, unable to trust the doctor's, Missouri's, or Rachel's assessment of Dean's health. No one else knew him like he did. Their opinions didn't count. "Christ, dude, you look like shit."

"And you, Sammy, look like the world's scariest raccoon." He poked Sam on the shoulder. "Glass houses, man. They shatter."

Sam rolled his eyes. Grabbed Dean's hand. Squeezed it. "I'm glad you're okay."

"You're glad? I'm the one who had to sit around all day, waiting to see if you were ever going to wake up. And then I had to wait here for you to figure out where I was."

"Rachel drew me a map."

His brother snorted and rolled his eyes. "Some world renown tracker psychic ... person thing you are."

"Are you high?"

"Oh. I'm floating, man. My chest started hurting, and it turns out that this wiring in my chest sorta... popped or something. Anyway, they fiddled around or something, and upped my morphine." He held up a little tube and pressed a button. "Ah. Morphine."

Sam laughed, but eased the tube from his brother's hand. "All right, Dean, let's not get addicted, okay? You remember the great marshmallow Peep addiction of '91, right?"

"Dude." Dean shuddered, eyes falling shut. "You swore never to mention that again."

"And I wouldn't, but it serves as a lesson. We know what you're like when you're addicted to something. Think of your hospital stay as the weeks leading up to Easter. And think of being checked out as the day after."

"No, the day after is the best. Peeps go down in price."

"Right. I forgot. That's when the real addiction began." It was Sam's turn to shudder. "So. Morphine is like Peeps. So. Don't use too much."

"Or your mouth'll turn pink," Rachel muttered from the chair.

"I only eat the yellow ones, darlin'," Dean drawled. He reached out his hand to her. Well, actually, sort of flopped it out in her direction.

Rachel, without actually opening her eyes or lifting her head, scooted the chair closer to the bed. Her head flopped on the bed. Her hand took Dean's and squeezed. "Cavities."

"She's not even awake."

"Naw." Dean pet Rachel's hair. "Isn't she cute all sleepy and stupid?"

She flipped them off.

"So," Sam said, voice dropping. "What are we going to do about Dad?"

"Brainiac here is going to start researching tomorrow to find something to get the demon bits out of him. Missouri thinks we have a good chance at him. And once they're out, he'll probably wake up."

"Okay, yeah, but... is it really that simple? I mean, those demons were just... leaping from body to body a last week. Every time we turned around, it seemed like there was another possessed person."

"So?"

"So where they all now? Why aren't they here trying to help out Daddy or whatever?"

"They probably can't," Rachel said. She lifted her head and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "They probably don't know where he is. You shot him with that gun. I talked with my dad earlier. He's heard of the Colt, and said that, even if it wasn't a direct hit, the bullet was enough to seriously injure the demon. It's kind of like he's lying in some hospital bed somewhere, just out of heart surgery, addicted to morphine."

"I'm not addicted."

She smiled and squeezed his hand. "Anyway, I'm thinking that he's injured enough that he's off the radar. His minions or kids or whatever can't find him. At least not until he regains strength."

"Which he's trying to get from you," Sam said.

"Among others."

"Oh, I have an idea!" Dean sat up, waving one hand in the air.

"Oh shit," Rachel groaned.

"Okay, see, I can't sleep with her because, no matter how much she wiggles, I can't get it up, right? It's the heart thing, man. If it beats too slow..." Dean patted his chest a couple times, then shook his head. "Anyway, Sam. Sammy, you need to step up, okay?" He grabbed Sam's hand and squeezed. "You gotta take one for the family, all right? Just, you know. Tape it or something, because this girl? Mine and I get to at least see okay?"

"Dean, for the last time, the virginity thing is *not* why it's after me!" Rachel snapped. "Stop offering me out, okay?"

"Oh God," said Sam.

"Yeah. So far, he's asked the nurse, the doctor, and some random guy visiting his wife down the hall to sleep with me. Morphine and Dean is a bad, bad combination."

"And yet, still better than the Peeps." Sam reached across the bed and took Rachel's hand. "I am so, so sorry."

"Oh, don't worry. You will pay."

Sam smirked and mock shivered at her words. "So. This demon's after you, though."

She shrugged. "I guess. It can't possess you because of your powers, and Missouri thinks that it can't get Dean, either, although she's not sure why. Not that it'd want him right now, since he's not in the best of shape. Same with your dad."

"That still doesn't explain why you."

"Because of my grandfather. I'm not psychic myself, but I've got some residual powers in my blood."

"Maybe that's why everything always wants you. That picture-ghost and the fox," Dean said.

Rachel nodded. "Yeah. Probably. Anyway, if this demon gets inside me, it can just... curl up and feed off me. It probably wouldn't even need to possess me, in the end. I mean, can't it make it's own form?"

Sam frowned and rubbed his forehead. "I don't... know. I guess."

"Yeah," Dean said, opening his eyes. "It can."

"So it didn't really need your dad's body, except to get the gun. And it only needs me to feed. And maybe hide until it's strong enough to, you know. Take control. Get close to you and take advantage." Rachel licked her lips. "Kill you."

"I don't think it wants to kill me, necessarily," Sam said. "It was after me. After kids like me. I don't know why, but I almost think it's trying to...collect us."

"Then why not take you?"

Sam shrugged. "Question of the hour." He sighed. "My head hurts."

"Join the club." Rachel pinched the bridge of her nose. "Anyway, it seems like the demon's latched onto that police officer for now. Hasn't possessed him, but is hanging around him. As long as I avoid him and recognize the warning signs, it should be okay."

"Warning signs?"

"Pressure, headache, nosebleed. That stuff." She glanced at Dean. "He's asleep. He probably won't be for long. It seems like he keeps waking every few minutes."

Sam lay his head on the bed and closed his eyes. "I wish I was drugged. My head won't stop whirling, you know?"

He felt Rachel's fingers stroke his hair gently.

"The coma sucked. I kept dreaming. Visions. People in the hospital, I think. Going into surgery. Things that went wrong. How they got hurt. Who was going to die. But I could never see Dean or Dad. I knew they were near and that they were hurt, but I couldn't find them. Couldn't see anything about them." He squeezed his eyes tighter. "I hate this power."

"Once you figure out…"

"No. I don't want to figure it out." He lifted his head. "I don't want them. Because of me, my mom and girlfriend are dead. Because that demon wanted me."

"That doesn't make it your fault."

"Oh really? Why not?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I miss the part where you not only asked for these powers, but sought them out at the expense of all others? Where you were so selfish that you demanded to have the ability to read people's minds and whatnot? Because, yeah, then? Totally your fault."

He clenched his jaw.

Rachel rose from her chair and walked to Sam's side of the bed. "You're a victim of circumstance, too, you know." She stood behind him. Her fingers combed through his hair, massaging his head.

The ache faded as she rubbed in strong, steady circles. "It's not fair, any of it. You didn't ask to be special, but at six months old, it was hardly your fault. And I'm sure that, given the choice to do it again, your mom would have done what she could to protect you."

"She shouldn't have had to."

"Maybe not. But that's what mothers do. Of course she would have preferred not being put in that position. She would have preferred a son with no powers and a long life, watching you and Dean grow up together, happy and not fighting everything that goes bump in the night. But it's not what happened."

He blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to clear his vision. "Jessica…"

"No. That wasn't fair." She trailed his hands down to his neck and squeezed. "But that's why you need to start getting a handle on your powers. They must be good for something. If the demon wants them, then there must be a way to use them against him, right?"

"It'd just be easier if I didn't have to worry about them."

"Yeah, well. Isn't there some quote about that? From "Lord of the Rings" or something?"

"All that is gold does not glitter," Dean said suddenly. "Not all those who wander are lost."

Sam smiled at Rachel's giggles. They literally burst out, first as a snort through her nose, then as delighted laughter. It was funny. And infectious.

"Well," she said, "yeah, that comes from the book. But I meant the one where Frodo says that he wish he didn't have the ring, and Gandalf says that everyone who has to live through bad times wishes the same thing."

Dean blinked at her. "Does anyone ever live through happy times?"

"Someone must have. Sometime."

"At least," Sam added, "we hope."

Comments

[ohocheese.livejournal.com]

You just made me fall in love with your Dean all over again. Dean on morphine is hilarious and awesome, especially when he was waving his hand with an idea. I burst out laughing at work.

[serafina20.livejournal.com]

Dean on morphine was one of the most enjoyable things I've written in awhile. :P

Thanks for the feedback!

[amandidda.livejournal.com]

great marshmallow Peep addiction of '91


Oh God! Please tell me you have or are going to write a oneshot story on that?!? That just sounds like gold.


"All that is gold does not glitter," Dean said suddenly. "Not all those who wander are lost."

Dean's a LOTR geek! I love it!