Shut The Gates At Sunset 11/21

[soncnica]

Title: Shut The Gates At Sunset 11/21
Author: soncnica
Rating: PG-13
Genre/pairing: gen, h/c
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word count: cca. 1.492 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.

 

The afternoon was the same as the morning. They'd been at this shady place for almost the whole day now and aside from having had thoroughly enough of the depressing atmosphere of this place, Dean's stomach was, by now, begging to be fed. Hamburgers, sausages, French fries and apple pies were swimming in his mind. The fried chicken collided with the thought of Sam, and that made him look at his brother's back.

Sam was no better off, but the mere thought of food turned his stomach upside down. He ignored the grumble in his stomach and walked on.

Dean was right behind Sam, keeping his eyes on his brother's back, his hands on alert just in case Sam should… fall, stumble, stagger or anything else out of the ordinary. He wanted to touch his brother, to help him, but he knew Sam would shrug it off. He was a big boy now. A big boy with things happening to him that took the youth away from him. Snatched it and ran away with it.

Sam tripped over his feet as a strange wave of cold rushed up and down his spine. It was as if ice was seeping from between his shoulder blades.

-:-

Water filled with ice, floating on the sun glazed surface. A hand was pouring more ice into the already filled bathtub. Some of it fell out, braking in the hard concrete floor.

Hushed voices, ice dropping into the water, cold too overwhelming to even think about it.

-:-

"Sam?" He splayed his hand on Sam's back, right in the middle. It was the heat from the hand that made Sam lean on it.

"'M fine."

Sure you are.

They walked slowly towards the building and Dean knew that whatever had happened, it had happened long ago and there was no way they were going to be able to help the boy today. But Sam was adamant. When he got something in his head, there was no way to pull it out of him. It was like an invisible force that made him act on his visions, help people in anyway possible. Never mind what that could do to his own... health.

The wind was picking up speed again. Twirling around their bodies, making Sam hide in his hoodie and Dean stuff his hands in his jacket pockets. And that meant he had to let go of Sam's back leaving him with one last pat.

His wrist was throbbing alongside his heartbeat, he could feel the blood sipping out of the cut. It was hot at first but as soon as it touched the bandage it became cold. His wished he could detach his head for just one second, just long enough for him to breathe. The only thing keeping him afloat was the lack of pain in his bladder. He hoped that meant everything was alright… in that department at least. He could still feel the burning sensation and he had to widen his step which kind of made him waggle more than walk but anything was better than the pain.

-:-

A hand splayed on the edge of a bathtub, clutching it with white frozen knuckles. The water was spilling over the edge, dripping on a pair of black shoes.

"That's what you get when you misbehave, Leroy."

Leroy wanted to say something, but all his senses were on overload and then everything went numb.

-:-

And he was cold. And getting colder by the minute. Oh there it was… the sensation of his bladder filling up. Crap.

He needed to get answers and Ryan had them. One way or the other, pain or no pain, headache or no, he had to get answers. The only problem was that Ryan was catatonic. No way in hell was he getting any information from him. In words that is. The visions… they were a means of…

"Knock or enter?"

The voice brought him back.

"Huh?"

"Enter it is."

Dean got a strange sensation of knocking those lions on the door to death, but he got distracted when a drop of water landed on his head. The damn rain. He opened the door with a force that nearly knocked the nurse behind the counter out of her chair.

The smells and the silence once again hit their senses and Sam closed his eyes for a second just to keep yesterday's breakfast down.

They almost made it to the stairs…

"Boys?"

The voice startled them and Dean turned around and plastered on his best smile.

"Hi, we're just…"

"…we forgot to give Ryan something from his mom. She asked us to give him… something."

Good Sam, nice one.

"Oh."

Yes lady, oh.

"So we'll just go up. Room 1275 down the long hall." Dean took over as he saw Sam lower his head.

It must be bad if he's showing weakness like this.

He placed his hand on Sam's back and pushed him up the stairs. Through the touch he could feel every shaky breath Sam managed to pull in.

"'S okay, Sam." He didn't know why he said it, he just felt it needed to be said. By him. And the fact that Sam didn't pull away, didn't shrug it off… well 'nuff said.

The stairs were pure torture for Sam. Dean was practically pushing him up them, and his toes kept hitting the back of the stairs, he was sure if Dean would push him harder he would break a toe.

That was the moment the sweat came. First it was just moist on his face, after the fifteenth stair the moist turned magically into drops and after the twentieth stair the collar of his shirt was soaking wet.

The hall was exactly the same as it was before, the only difference was a mass of people walking, well rather dragging their slipper covered feet up and down it.

"Well, at least we have proof of life here."

Sam smiled at his brother's attempt to lighten up the situation and shivered slightly drowning in his hoodie. Dean never let go of his back, even now when Sam obviously didn't need to be pushed up the stairs.

"Sam? You cold?"

Of course he's cold, he wears his hoodie like it's a second skin.

"Nah, 'm fine."

-:-

The hand disappeared under the surface with a splash. A scream was muffled with a gurgling sound as water invaded his mouth. Strong hands held his shoulders, losing their fingernails in the soft flesh there, not letting go. He could barely feel his heartbeat and he pulled all his strength into looking for it. When he found it thumping in his throat, he clung to it. It was the only thing keeping him… alive.

-:-

"You're cold Sam, I can feel it."

"Well, let go of me and you won't feel it anymore." he snapped and the nanosecond the words left his mouth he regretted them. It wasn't Dean's fault he was cold, that his wrist had gone numb and that the throbbing in his head was hitting another level of pain. It wasn't Dean's fault he was having visions, it wasn't his fault he hurt, it wasn't his fault he was thirsty. He could drink a bucket of water right now, and it still wouldn't be enough. And that scared him. Water? No, no water, no liquid of any kind. At some point he actually wished he wouldn't have to swallow the saliva in his mouth, he wished he could just spit it out… just no liquid. Not now, not ever.

-:-

The breath was ripped from his lungs, eyes closed shut as to not see the sun splaying its rays on the water surface. His hands hit the ceramic edges of the tub, grazing his knuckles to the point of bleeding. The red color flew like a veil onto the surface, and he felt the hands let go.

-:-

He felt Dean's hand slide off his back and he got struck with a strange feeling of need. A need for that hand to get back to where it had been. To bring back the warmth that was now replaced with ice chips gliding up and down his spine.

-:-

He emerged on the surface and drew in a breath. His teeth were clattering and he chipped a tooth. His whole body was shaking as his muscles tried to hide into themselves, the pain of the spasms drew him on the edge of consciousness.

-:-

He left out a shaky breath and continued to walk next to Dean to Ryan's room. One excruciating bathroom brake later, they once again found themselves standing in front of the white door.

-:-

He had no idea how he got to bed. But here he was, splayed on it, the sun on his chest, slowly warming him up. The blood was flowing freely over his wrist, onto the floor. Drip by agonizing drip.

-:-

TBC…

CHAPTER 12: soncnica.livejournal.com/7790.html