Shut The Gates At Sunset 8/21

[soncnica]

Title: Shut The Gates At Sunset 8/21
Author: soncnica
Rating: PG-13
Genre/pairing: gen, h/c
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word count: cca. 1.736 this chapter, the whole story has around 48.040 words.
Summary: Shut the gates at sunset, after that you can't get out. A case finds Sam.
Spoilers: Umm S1?
Warnings: Maybe I can warn for catatonia and abuse but not Sam or Dean... and dunno, blood lose. And Sam has a lot of erm embarassing moments in this fic. Poor kiddo, I made him suffer from something kinda... odd. Let's call it... supernatural injury.
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is not mine!
A/N: The title and well the summary come from a song called Enjoy The Ride by Morcheeba. Erm, the song has nothing to do with the story, I just thought it would be an appropriate uh name for it.

 

They walked down the long gray hall towards the nurse that had let them in earlier.

The thump of their boots in unison was the only sound besides their breathing, the rustling of their clothes and the distinct sound of someone tapping on the computer. All the sounds echoed through the hall, stopping briefly in Sam's chest, tightening it, making it harder to breathe.

Dean stopped when he heard a breach in the thump of their boots. Spinning around a bit he saw as Sam staggered towards one of the windows, bracing himself on the window sill. He stepped closer to him, way closer than would have been allowed under normal circumstances. But this was far from normal with 'Miss Hear too well for her own good' only a few steps away from them. Sam's gaze was fixed on something in the distance, not faltering even when Dean stepped so close to him. His breathing was one of a man running a marathon and losing. A thin barely noticeable shine of sweat clung to his face, the clouded light from outside made his skin look pale.

Sam's hands were on the window sill, fingers spread wide on the wood and Dean brought his own hand down to mirror his brother's. Their fingers were almost touching and Sam looked at them, shifting his gaze from the distance. His fingers were so different from Deans. His were long, soft end elegant where Dean's were rough and sturdy. And right now, his were trembling whilst Dean's were completely calm. He felt his brother's breath tickle his right ear as he spoke words too close to his mind almost inside of his head.

"Sammy. Come on. You have to get yourself together if you want to do this. Just… just focus, just for a little while. We go in, we talk to the kid and get out."

To anybody observing them it would seem like they just stopped to look at the view on the yard where they walked before. Dean was covering Sam's right side so that the woman behind the counter couldn't see anything and he needed to get close to Sam so that she wouldn't hear the words he needed only Sam to hear. He leaned his mouth to Sam's ear and whispered again.

"Sammy, please just focus. I know," he didn't know if he should continue this, but for Sam's sake he would, "it… hurts but we have to get to the bottom of this, you said it yourself. If the boy is connected to you, to what's happening to you, we have to find out. Okay?"

Dean's words penetrated Sam's brain, the warm breath that came out of Dean's mouth brushed the curls of his hair and he nodded.

"Okay then. Come on, let's go."

They detached themselves from the sill and Dean looked out one last time. He saw the Impala waiting there, patiently and… safe. Just a few more minutes and we'll be back, baby. Just wait for us there, nice and safe. I'll bring Sam, just wait.

Both smiled their little pretense smile to the lady at the counter and she returned a smile of her own. Dean wanted to see if she overheard his words to Sam, but she averted her eyes too quickly.

"Room 1275 boys." She didn't look away from the computer when she spoke those words with a steady and warm voice.

At that, Sam threw a lopsided smile to Dean that clearly said: 'how many rooms does this building have, anyway' and Dean answered with his own 'don't even go there'. The stairs were wide, slippery and shiny. There was a mahogany fence on their left side that Dean kept clutching.

The climb up the stairs proved to be a little too long.

Keep Sam safe, 'm hungry, my baby needs gas, 's Sam cold?, this frigging stairs, which room?, need more info on this stupid building, we went here blind, shit, this fence feels nice, need to look out for Sam, he's not doing so good…

Both men were lost in thoughts that made the walk up the many flights of stairs seem even longer.

Dean doesn't need to know, my pants are wet, 'm cold, does the car need gas?, room 1275, these stairs are exhausting, need more info on this building, how could we go here blind?, God I have to pee again, crap it hurts…

The pictures hanging on the wall made the place look a little less alienated, a little less cold. There were pictures of plains, oceans, mountains, animals, doctors that made a real impact on this place, the usual.

"Why are there no people here?"

"Be glad Sammy, I don't wanna explain myself to everyone that crosses my way."

"Yeah you're right, but still…"

"We came here unarmed, lacking information, I know." He was irritated by how stupid they… he could be sometimes. The need to help Sam, to know what's going on, clouded his judgment.

"Dad would kick our ass."

He smiled with a sour smile that did nothing but reminded him there was a whole world behind this building.

"Dad's not here, Dean." And a small puff of air.

"Let's just find the kid, Sam."

"Whatever."

The stairs made a left turn and Sam stuffed his hands in his pockets stretching his hoodie and tucking it closer to his stomach, which didn't go unnoticed by Dean's hawk like eyes. Sometimes Sam thought Dean would spot Sam's actions even if he was hundreds of miles away.

"You alright?"

" 'M fine."

"Alright." be that way.

The stairs were like a never ending spiral of cold stone in Sam's mind. He was cold, his head was killing him, he wanted to lay down and sleep the day away and the pressure on his bladder was increasing with every passing second.

"Dean?"

Dean stopped on the final flight of stairs and looked at Sam.

Something was wrong. Sam never calls my name if everything's fine. Nothing's fine. Who are you trying to fool, Sammy?

"Yeah?"

"I, uh, have to…"

"Again?"

Sam could only nod. He was beyond embarrassment, but even that he was used to by now, this entire situation was becoming something that just... was.

"God Sammy, where is all that water coming from? You haven't had a drink in ages."

"It's Sam," and a little quieter, "I don't know. And please," he turned to look at Dean, "don't mention water to me again. Or any kind of liquid for that matter."

"No rivers and waterfalls?"

"I hate you."

Seeing Sam like this, not knowing why this is happening, not knowing what to expect… it was driving Dean crazy.

"Okay, hmmm, there's probably a bathroom on this floor, we just have to find it, right?"

Sam nodded and they stepped up from the last stair onto the hallway. Another hall, just freaking great.

They were greeted with a wide window straight in front of them, looking down on the backyard. When they neared it, they saw a large crowd of people, moving like little black dots among the trees and the rose gardens.

"Well that explains the lack of people." Dean smiled and looked at Sam's miserable form stepping from one foot to the other.

"Bathroom. Right."

They saw a board hanging slightly to their left and they looked at it. 1000-1200 and a little white dart on a blue surface pointing right and 1200-1300 pointing left. There were signs bellow the darts, as Sam could make out the sign for bathroom showed on the left side.

"Left it is." Dean pointed out the obvious, but Sam was way ahead of him, almost running down the hall, checking for signs that would point him towards the toilet.

"Alrighty then. You just run ahead, then. I'll just wait," the slam of the bathroom door made him twitch, "here."

-:-

"You alright, Sammy boy?" Dean needed to know as soon as Sam staggered out of the bathroom.

"'M alright." A small hitch in that statement alerted Dean that Sam was far from being fine. And Sam not correcting him on the 'nickname slip'. Yup it was getting bad.

"Hurt?"

"Yeah."

Dean raised his head in a half nod. He could see the way Sam walked, could see him widen his step, this is not good.

They continued their way towards Ryan's room, watching the tall windows roll away with every step they took.

A door opened somewhere in the distance and a woman stepped out, her heels tapping on the marble sounding like a beat of a heart.

She stuffed her hands in her coat and walked past Sam. She smiled and lowered her head, her shiny blond hair framing her face. A wind of perfume followed her, enveloping Sam in it. He almost forgot about where he is and what's wrong.

"Well… she's a person."

"Can't argue with you on that one, Sammy."

He patted him on his shoulder and pushed him on.

The sun still hadn't come out, the gray morning turning unnoticed into gray noonish hours. The lights on the hall were on, but they were faded, not much light coming out of them.

"You think it'll rain?" casual.

"Maybe it will," a pause, "we talking about water?"

"Yeah, maybe."

No comment on the water bit, Sam? Odd.

"You cold, Sammy?"

"It's Sam and just stop Dean. Please. I'm fine. I'll be fine." Sam was getting frustrated, he just wanted to get answers, and the entire 'nice, caring big brother' thing Dean was pulling was getting annoying. He wanted his snarky brother back. Because this, what Dean was doing, made him feel like he was dead already and Dean was just trying to make him comfortable. It sucked.

Dean looked at him and shrugged.

You weren't fine a minute ago.

They continued their way down the freakishly long hallway and kept their eyes on the door numbers. When they finally reached 1275 Dean was getting impatient and Sam was getting colder.

"Sam." His name brought him back.

"Sammy." That one made him talk.

"It's Sam and what?"

"We're here."

Sam turned in the direction Dean was looking. The answers they'd been looking for were right behind that door. Hopefully.

"Shall we?" Dean asked his hand already on the door handle.

Sam looked at him and saw a reassuring smile tug Dean's lips up. Or was it a smirk?

TBC…

 

Comments

[vonnie836.livejournal.com]

Great chapter, the walk up the steps an the thoughts of both boys, so similar. The thing with the blond woman and how Sam reacted and his behavior after was strange. Wonder if something is going on there. My favorite scene was the window one in the beginning. So amazingly bonded. Hugs, Vonnie

[soncnica.livejournal.com]

hey love!

me thinks that sometimes the boys actually have the same thoughts... maybe a bit different, but kinda the same in some parts! :)
the blond woman... is just a woman... sometimes, something is just something *winks*

actually, I kinda like that window scene too... idk... just the intimacy of it, ya know!?

thank you so much for reading this :)) and still sticking with the story :)

hugs
S.