Fic: Another Kind of Trap (13/?)
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serafina20Title Another Kind of Trap (12/?)
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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
Notes Sorry for the delay; school just started (I'm a teacher) and the muses took interest in other things. I've got it mapped out, though, so it'll get finished. I promise.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12
"Rachel is resting comfortably," the doctor said. "She lost about a pint of blood, so we've given her some iron to help supplement. There's a bump on the back of her head; she said she fell off the couch and hit her head on the table."
"Yeah," Sam said. "I heard her hit it. Woke me up." It wasn't the only thing that did, but no one ever needed to know that. Ever.
"We're going to keep her here a few more hours, just to make sure the bleed doesn't start up again."
"But you're not going to admit her?"
He shook his head. "Not unless there are any complications." He put his hand on Sam's good arm. "You did right by bringing her in."
Sam snorted softly. "Yeah, well, this place is like a second home these days." Neck tight, he tried to roll it, relieve some of the tension. All it did was send a sharp pain down his shoulder.
"Are you all right?"
"Just some pain. My shoulder." He rubbed his injured arm. "I think I missed some medication or something."
"What are you taking?"
"Uh, Norcet."
"And you were just released today?"
"Yeah."
"I'll go check your file for the medication dosage, and send a nurse with it. Jus rest, if you can. Make sure she rests. I'll be back in an hour or so."
Sam nodded. "Thank you, Doctor."
The man smiled and left.
Once he was gone, Sam pulled out his cell phone. He'd already called Missouri three times and gotten her voice mail each time. Considering the situation they were in, he'd expected to get through to her at any time--day or night. And yet, three calls, no Missouri.
Some psychic.
"You've reached Missouri. I can't answer, so leave me a message." The voice mail beeped.
"Hey, it's me again," Sam said, frustrated. "Rachel's okay. They gave her some iron supplements and are going to keep an eye on her. But we really need you back here. The demon is doing something to us and we can't seem to get a handle on it. Please, call back." He left his number again, just in case, and hung up.
God, he was tired. He wanted to crawl into bed and sleep for days.
Of course, if he did that, he might dream. And dreams, right now, weren't his friends.
Or, rather, perhaps they were a little too friendly.
Rachel looked like she was sleeping when he stepped through the curtains shielding her bed. When he sat next to her, though, she spoke.
"Have you gone up to see Dean?"
"No," he said, shaking his head. "I thought I should let him sleep. We'll talk to him in the morning."
She opened her eyes. They were red. Watery. "That was a memory, wasn't it?"
Sam cleared his throat. "What?"
"That dream. The one you were having about me." She licked her lips. "That was a memory."
His head spun as the blood drained from his face. Then, as he really processed what she'd said, his face flushed so hot, he started sweating. "The... you... you were there?"
She was blushing took. "Yeah. I was. Sort of. Last time, yesterday morning? It was in the dream. This time, I was outside. I just watched." She bit her lip. "And it felt different, anyway."
"Oh." He rubbed his face and looked away. "It happened a couple weeks after Jess and I moved in together." Sam cleared his throat. "Why was it different? Why are you there?"
"I don't know why I'm there. I mean, obviously the demon is doing something, but I don't know why. Or how."
"But this time, you weren't... I mean, we didn't..."
"It's still a dream. But, uh, no." She was blushing, too, twisting her blanket around her fingers. "When I was a kid, I'd have these vivid nightmares. Before I started actually seeing ghosts and stuff. My parents wouldn't even talk about them around me until they felt I was old enough. But Dad got it into his mind to teach me how to lucid dream. Me and my brother. That way, if I had any nightmares or anything, I could take control and get myself out of it. When I was falling asleep last night, I decided to put myself into a lucid dreaming state so what happened yesterday wouldn't again. Only... only something didn't work quite right." She shook her head. "I don't understand what I was doing in your and Dean's head. Or how."
His head snapped up to her. "You were in Dean's head, too?"
"Yeah. Only, it wasn't very pleasant. He was having nightmares and... Sam? Sam!"
"I gotta check on him!" Sam called as he jogged from the room.
Every step jolted his arm and caused fire to race down it. By the time he reached Dean's floor, he was panting harshly and sweating profusely. Worse, the pain was making black spots fly at his face.
But he had to make it to Dean.
"Sam!" A nurse--Bob--stuck his head out of a patient's room.
"I need to get to Dean," he panted.
Bob ran to him and took him by the arm. "Dean's fine. They had to intubate him, but he's fine. Stable. He's okay."
Sam blinked. "He... what happened?"
"Let's sit down. Come on." He led Sam down the hall to Dean's room, and pushed him into a chair. Then, he got a cup of water and made Sam drink it while he checked Sam's pulse.
Dean was unconscious and pale. A tube came out of this throat, seeming to cover half his face. The monitors beeped steadily, adding to the Darth Vader-like breathing of the machine next to the bed.
When he'd caught his breath, Sam asked again, "What happened? He was fine when we left."
"We don't know why, but Dean stopped breathing. He started convulsing and then just stopped breathing. We got here within seconds and got him intubated. He's been fine ever since."
"Except for being unconscious."
"Well, yes."
"How's his heart?"
"Fine. It continued to beat through the entire episode. It picked up speed, like he was under attack. Adrenaline."
Sam nodded. Laid his head back against the wall and breathed. "This is just... It sucks, man."
Bob put his hand on Sam's knee and squeezed. "I know. But Dean's a fighter. He's young and healthy. He'll get through this. So will you."
"Right. Maybe."
"Bob? Is...Oh, hi Sam," Nurse Rose said, sticking her head into the room. "They're looking for you down at the ER. The doc there says they've got some medication for you. Do you need it?"
"Yeah."
"Why you sister in the ER? Is she okay?"
Sam nodded. "She had a nosebleed that wouldn't stop and knocked her head on the coffee table. I was just, you know. Nervous."
Rose raised her eyebrow. "You didn't have her go off on one of your captures did you? Doing bounty hunting?"
"Oh, God no!" He smiled weakly at her and added, "If I let her do that, who'd take care of me?"
She narrowed her eyes at him, then nodded. "I'll send someone down to get it. Unless you want to go back and see her."
"I do, but..." He looked at Dean.
"I understand." She left.
Bob patted Sam's knee. "You going to be okay in here? Do you need anything?"
"Got an extra bed?" Sam asked with a smile.
"Actually, we may have a cot stashed around somewhere. Sometimes we lend it out to family members who just won't go, for whatever reason. I'll have an orderly bring one in."
"Thank you. I really appreciate it."
"No problem, man."
When Bob was gone, Sam pulled his chair to Dean's bed. "Hey," he said, taking his hand. "Look, you can't do this, okay? Whatever you were dreaming about, it wasn't real. The demon is just fucking with us. You gotta... let it all go, whatever you think happened. Please." He lay his head on the bed and squeezed Dean's hand. "I mean it. Just wake up."
Author
serafina20Rating 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
Notes Sorry for the delay; school just started (I'm a teacher) and the muses took interest in other things. I've got it mapped out, though, so it'll get finished. I promise.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12
"Rachel is resting comfortably," the doctor said. "She lost about a pint of blood, so we've given her some iron to help supplement. There's a bump on the back of her head; she said she fell off the couch and hit her head on the table."
"Yeah," Sam said. "I heard her hit it. Woke me up." It wasn't the only thing that did, but no one ever needed to know that. Ever.
"We're going to keep her here a few more hours, just to make sure the bleed doesn't start up again."
"But you're not going to admit her?"
He shook his head. "Not unless there are any complications." He put his hand on Sam's good arm. "You did right by bringing her in."
Sam snorted softly. "Yeah, well, this place is like a second home these days." Neck tight, he tried to roll it, relieve some of the tension. All it did was send a sharp pain down his shoulder.
"Are you all right?"
"Just some pain. My shoulder." He rubbed his injured arm. "I think I missed some medication or something."
"What are you taking?"
"Uh, Norcet."
"And you were just released today?"
"Yeah."
"I'll go check your file for the medication dosage, and send a nurse with it. Jus rest, if you can. Make sure she rests. I'll be back in an hour or so."
Sam nodded. "Thank you, Doctor."
The man smiled and left.
Once he was gone, Sam pulled out his cell phone. He'd already called Missouri three times and gotten her voice mail each time. Considering the situation they were in, he'd expected to get through to her at any time--day or night. And yet, three calls, no Missouri.
Some psychic.
"You've reached Missouri. I can't answer, so leave me a message." The voice mail beeped.
"Hey, it's me again," Sam said, frustrated. "Rachel's okay. They gave her some iron supplements and are going to keep an eye on her. But we really need you back here. The demon is doing something to us and we can't seem to get a handle on it. Please, call back." He left his number again, just in case, and hung up.
God, he was tired. He wanted to crawl into bed and sleep for days.
Of course, if he did that, he might dream. And dreams, right now, weren't his friends.
Or, rather, perhaps they were a little too friendly.
Rachel looked like she was sleeping when he stepped through the curtains shielding her bed. When he sat next to her, though, she spoke.
"Have you gone up to see Dean?"
"No," he said, shaking his head. "I thought I should let him sleep. We'll talk to him in the morning."
She opened her eyes. They were red. Watery. "That was a memory, wasn't it?"
Sam cleared his throat. "What?"
"That dream. The one you were having about me." She licked her lips. "That was a memory."
His head spun as the blood drained from his face. Then, as he really processed what she'd said, his face flushed so hot, he started sweating. "The... you... you were there?"
She was blushing took. "Yeah. I was. Sort of. Last time, yesterday morning? It was in the dream. This time, I was outside. I just watched." She bit her lip. "And it felt different, anyway."
"Oh." He rubbed his face and looked away. "It happened a couple weeks after Jess and I moved in together." Sam cleared his throat. "Why was it different? Why are you there?"
"I don't know why I'm there. I mean, obviously the demon is doing something, but I don't know why. Or how."
"But this time, you weren't... I mean, we didn't..."
"It's still a dream. But, uh, no." She was blushing, too, twisting her blanket around her fingers. "When I was a kid, I'd have these vivid nightmares. Before I started actually seeing ghosts and stuff. My parents wouldn't even talk about them around me until they felt I was old enough. But Dad got it into his mind to teach me how to lucid dream. Me and my brother. That way, if I had any nightmares or anything, I could take control and get myself out of it. When I was falling asleep last night, I decided to put myself into a lucid dreaming state so what happened yesterday wouldn't again. Only... only something didn't work quite right." She shook her head. "I don't understand what I was doing in your and Dean's head. Or how."
His head snapped up to her. "You were in Dean's head, too?"
"Yeah. Only, it wasn't very pleasant. He was having nightmares and... Sam? Sam!"
"I gotta check on him!" Sam called as he jogged from the room.
Every step jolted his arm and caused fire to race down it. By the time he reached Dean's floor, he was panting harshly and sweating profusely. Worse, the pain was making black spots fly at his face.
But he had to make it to Dean.
"Sam!" A nurse--Bob--stuck his head out of a patient's room.
"I need to get to Dean," he panted.
Bob ran to him and took him by the arm. "Dean's fine. They had to intubate him, but he's fine. Stable. He's okay."
Sam blinked. "He... what happened?"
"Let's sit down. Come on." He led Sam down the hall to Dean's room, and pushed him into a chair. Then, he got a cup of water and made Sam drink it while he checked Sam's pulse.
Dean was unconscious and pale. A tube came out of this throat, seeming to cover half his face. The monitors beeped steadily, adding to the Darth Vader-like breathing of the machine next to the bed.
When he'd caught his breath, Sam asked again, "What happened? He was fine when we left."
"We don't know why, but Dean stopped breathing. He started convulsing and then just stopped breathing. We got here within seconds and got him intubated. He's been fine ever since."
"Except for being unconscious."
"Well, yes."
"How's his heart?"
"Fine. It continued to beat through the entire episode. It picked up speed, like he was under attack. Adrenaline."
Sam nodded. Laid his head back against the wall and breathed. "This is just... It sucks, man."
Bob put his hand on Sam's knee and squeezed. "I know. But Dean's a fighter. He's young and healthy. He'll get through this. So will you."
"Right. Maybe."
"Bob? Is...Oh, hi Sam," Nurse Rose said, sticking her head into the room. "They're looking for you down at the ER. The doc there says they've got some medication for you. Do you need it?"
"Yeah."
"Why you sister in the ER? Is she okay?"
Sam nodded. "She had a nosebleed that wouldn't stop and knocked her head on the coffee table. I was just, you know. Nervous."
Rose raised her eyebrow. "You didn't have her go off on one of your captures did you? Doing bounty hunting?"
"Oh, God no!" He smiled weakly at her and added, "If I let her do that, who'd take care of me?"
She narrowed her eyes at him, then nodded. "I'll send someone down to get it. Unless you want to go back and see her."
"I do, but..." He looked at Dean.
"I understand." She left.
Bob patted Sam's knee. "You going to be okay in here? Do you need anything?"
"Got an extra bed?" Sam asked with a smile.
"Actually, we may have a cot stashed around somewhere. Sometimes we lend it out to family members who just won't go, for whatever reason. I'll have an orderly bring one in."
"Thank you. I really appreciate it."
"No problem, man."
When Bob was gone, Sam pulled his chair to Dean's bed. "Hey," he said, taking his hand. "Look, you can't do this, okay? Whatever you were dreaming about, it wasn't real. The demon is just fucking with us. You gotta... let it all go, whatever you think happened. Please." He lay his head on the bed and squeezed Dean's hand. "I mean it. Just wake up."
