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And the Ground Shook (14/22) - My Little Corner of the World
And the Ground Shook (14/22)
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they own me.
Rating: Gen, with very mild language.
Category: Gen.
Pairings: None.
Characters: Hurt!Dean, John, Sam.
Summery: "Dean, please?" No answer. Sam pounded on the bathroom door again. "Well, at least unlock it, okay? Unlock the door, Dean." Sam pleaded, as he had for the past three minutes...
Comments: Are loved and coveted.
Notes: Pre-series, AU. Not a deathfic. Lots of Dean-whumping, though. Will be updated regularly.

And the Ground Shook
Chapter Fourteen – Fault Lines

"Dean, please?" No answer. Sam pounded on the bathroom door again. "Well, at least unlock it, okay? Unlock the door, Dean." Sam pleaded, as he had for the past three minutes.

"Sam, shut up, would you? I can't go with you shouting and pounding on the door like that. Give a guy some privacy, would you?" Sam sighed, leaning against the wall impatiently. Dean was pissed off. Had been ever since he found out Dad went hunting for the witch. And so far, Sam was doing a really poor job in keeping him calm.

Dean passed out from hyperventilation when he'd first found out. And then… then he got furious. And careless. And, well, stupid.

Sam heard the toilet flush, and then the water running in the sink. "Deeeaaaannn, open the door!"

"Saaaaaaam, shut the hell up!" the sink was turned off. There were some muffled sounds Sam couldn’t make out, and then the shower curtain was pulled with a swish and the shower was turned on. Sam sighed. Stubborn jerk. He pushed himself away from the wall and headed over to the kitchen.

He hasn’t told Dean about Dad's call earlier, and he wasn’t going to. No point, really. Dad said he'd call after the job was done. He’ll tell Dean once he knew everything was okay. Sam opened the fridge, took a look inside, and closed it again. He'd order takeout in a couple of hours. Chinese sounded… healthy. It had vegetables in it, right?

He walked back to his room, leaning back against the wall, and waited, listening, just in case his brother needed his help. And oh, there was that book he was looking for. What the hell was it doing under Dean's bed? Sam walked over and picked it up, sitting heavily on his brother's bed and leafing through the book half-heartedly.

Sam straightened as the shower curtain swished again. He tossed the book over to his own bed and walked back to the door, knocking on it again. There was no answer. Sam raised a brow. Was that the sink again? What the hell was Dean doing there?

"Deeeaaan! Come on already!" but the older brother kept ignoring him. Angry Dean was annoying. Well, more annoying than usual. It wasn’t Sam's fault Dad was a jerk, why was Dean taking it out on him?

A few minutes later, Dean walked out of the bathroom; showered and shaved, followed by a little cloud of steam, wearing only a towel around his waist. Great, there goes all the hot water… Sam huffed.

"So, what, everything that's going on isn’t enough for you, you need to get pneumonia, too?" he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Would you stop with the nagging already? Jeez, if I wanted to listen to all this bitching I'd get a girlfriend!" Dean snapped. Sam huffed again, waiting for Dean to pull on his underwear and sweatpants before shoving him, and not too gently, down to the bed. "Hey, watch it!" Dean hissed. Sam said nothing. He glared at Dean, giving him a look that said 'stay put', and went over to the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit. They were running low on gauze, he noticed. He shoved Dean down on his back, checking the recovering wound to his abdomen first, before redressing it and the one on Dean's chest.

"Does it hurt?" Sam asked as he continued to work.

"Yeah, you're quite a pain." Dean answered, smirking. Sam poked him in the chest and Dean winced. "Ow! Why'd you do that for?"

"Shut up and get back in bed!" Sam snapped, tossing Dean a shirt and hitting him in the face. Dean snorted. He pulled the shirt over his head and got to his feet, looking for a heavy overshirt and some sox.

"So, any requests for dinner, Sammy?" he asked, already on his way to the kitchen. Sam rolled his eyes, looking heavenwards.

"That you stay the hell in bed?" Sam tried. Dean stopped, peering at him over his shoulder.

"You know, that's pretty kinky, little brother. And FYI, I only go for the ladies, not the lady wannabes." Dean smirked. Sam tossed a shoe at him. Dean ducked in time.

Twenty minutes later, the house smelled of food, and as much as Sam wanted his brother to get back in bed, he couldn’t resist the wonderful aroma and the promise of a good dinner.

"You look kinda okay today." Sam noted, stirring the sauce. Dean smirked, tasting the casserole and adding some more carrots, onions and Tabasco.

"Yeah, it's a bad day. Usually I look hot." He said, making himself laugh. And then his smile faded as a sudden wave of vertigo washed over him. "Whoa,"

Sam was there by his side the next second, leading him away from the stove and over to a chair. Dean didn’t protest as Sam manhandled him onto the chair, pouring him a glass of water. Dean drank thirstily, putting the glass on the table with a shaky hand.

"Dean?" Sam sounded worried.

"How 'bout I tell you what to do next, Sammy?" Dean offered with a tired smile and ran a hand through his hair. The damn thing was feeding off him again, draining him. It didn’t hurt so much, not this time, he just felt exhausted. Sam nodded lightly.

"Maybe we should get you back in bed?" he offered. Dean shook his head lightly, and then rested it on his arms over the table.

"No, you'd screw up the food. We'll finish it first, okay? I'll…" Dean swallowed. "I'll go back to bed as soon as it's ready." Sam's brow furrowed.

"How long?" he asked.

"Depends on how fast you can peel potatoes. I'll teach you how to prepare them," Dean said, "and then put 'em in the oven for another hour. But don’t forget to cover them with aluminum foil or they won't get crunchy."


"You should go back to stirring the sauce. Don’t want to burn it, do you?" Dean said, lifting his head just barely. And then he straightened, his eyes intent on something behind Sam. Sam frowned until realization hit, and then his eyes widened and he whipped around to take a look at what Dean was seeing. Nothing. There was nothing there.

"What is it?" the younger brother asked. Dean blinked. He tried to push himself up from the chair, but simply didn’t have the strength. Whatever it was he thought he had seen; it wasn’t there anymore. Maybe it never was there. Dean shook his head.

"Nothing." He took a deep breath, resting his head down again. "Close and salt the window, would you?" Sam hesitated.

"But Dad said…"

"Just do it, Sammy!"

John was startled awake. The light coming from the tiny window told him it was late afternoon. He pushed himself to his feet as the witch and three of her merry giants came in the room. The hunter hissed at the pain in his bruised ribs and head. He might have thought he had had a bad headache before. He was oh so wrong. Before was a headache not worthy of an aspirin in comparison to the one he had now.

He shook his head, trying to make the room stop spinning and braced himself against the wall for support.

"You were right." The witch said. It wasn’t easy to discern her voice from all the buzzing in his head. "He is alive. And seems quite well." Seem? Did she say seem? Has she seen him? "And that's just lucky for you." the witch neared him. "Now I don’t have to kill you, John. Now I'm ready to make a deal."

"A scepter?"

"That's right."

"You want me to bring you a scepter?" John asked, making sure he's heard right.

"No, I want your son to get me the scepter. He has to do it himself if he wants the Leech to let go." The witch said it slowly, as if explaining it to a very slow six year old. John was about to protest, to say Dean wasn’t strong enough to do it on his own, but decided that was something the witch didn’t need to know.

"Fine. And how do I find this scepter?" John asked. The witch's lips curled up in a smile.

"If I knew that, I wouldn’t need you, now would I?" she asked.

"So let me just get this straight," John said, circling the witch, never letting his eyes off her as the three giant men watched him. He'd noticed right away that their eyes were black this time. They were possessed, and he had to play along. "My son will find you this… Scepter of Amara, bring it back to you, and…?"

"And I will consider his task fulfilled. He will be free of the Leech. Should he survive that long." The witch answered.

"And how do I know it'll work? How do I know you can even change his task once it's been appointed? How do I know that after he gives you this scepter, you will free him?" John demanded. The witch smiled.

"You don’t." she said, "But then, what other choice have you got, John? Time is running out." She reminded him.

"Is there something I need to know about this scepter? Something that will help me find it?" he asked. The witch raised a brow.

"It's old. Very old. Over five thousand years old. Its whereabouts have been lost long ago." she smirked. "Does that help?" John clenched and unclenched his jaw.

"What do you want with it?" he demanded. She rolled her eyes, sighing with irritation.

"It's shiny." She said. "Enough with the questions, John. The scepter or your child. Which would it be?" she asked impatiently.

"The scepter." He said quickly. The smile that spread across her lips made chills run down the hunter's spine. He couldn’t help but wonder what mess he'd gotten his family into now.

"And you will give him more time?" John asked. The witch frowned. "My son, you will give him more time to complete this… mission?" the hunter clarified. He cried out in pain as the burning agony in his chest returned. It disappeared in seconds, but it couldn’t have been soon enough.

"No." the witch said. She sighed. "Unfortunately, this is out of my hands. Once the Leech has been unleashed… I cannot stop it. I'd hurry if I were your son, though." John nodded lightly. He opened his mouth to say something. And then the world went dark and he hit the ground in a heap.

"And the boy?" the witch looked at the man who spoke, the darkness swirling in his eyes.

"If the Winchester kid can get the scepter, I'll honor my word." She said.

"But we didn’t come here for the scepter." The man loomed over the witch. She smiled.

"I know," she said. "This is going to be fun."

John woke up with a headache. Again. Damn thunder. He turned in the bed, grimacing as a spring jammed against his side and his bruised ribs, and pulled the thin blanket tighter around himself. He grunted his disapproval as another thunder rolled. The next thunder got a helpless pillow tossed angrily across the motel room.

John grunted again. Great. Damn rain made him want to pee. He tossed his legs over the edge of the bed and just stared at his feet for a moment, trying to figure out why he was sleeping with his boots on. He blinked sleepily, running a hand through his hair, and hissed when his fingers touched the tender spot. Oh, yes. His eyes widened. Oh, shit!

He looked around warily, making sure he was alone in the room. And huh, this was the same motel room he had stayed in the day before. John reached for the phone. He had to call home. He picked the receiver off its cradle and then put it back down. He really had to pee.

John was more than a little concerned to learn it was eleven in the morning, not that you could tell with the thunderstorm outside, but still – he was supposed to be back by now. John quickly made the call. Sam answered on the first ring.

"Pastor Jim?" oh, this couldn’t be good. "Pastor?" Sam sounded scared. John swallowed.

"It's me, Sammy." John said thickly.

"Dad," Sam's voice was a mix of relief and disappointment.

"How bad, Sammy?" John asked, straight to the point.

"I-I don’t know. I've been trying to call Pastor Jim all night. I don’t think he's home. I tried the church, too, but no one answered, and I was getting so nervous…"

"Sam," John stopped his son's babbling, "What's wrong? How bad is it?" Sam forced himself to take a deep breath and compose himself before he answered.

"He had a good day yesterday. He was okay, really. I mean, he got a little tired sometime around noon, but we just sat and watched TV for a while, and he was fine. Better than fine, it was like… It was like he was Dean again. And then he got up to go to the bathroom, and after just a couple of steps he just… I don’t know, he just couldn’t walk anymore. He just fell to the floor, couldn’t even get him to bed, I had to get him back to the couch. He's still out." Sam finished. "I don’t know what to do, Dad! Tell me what to do!" he begged. John swallowed hard.

"Did you check his pulse?" the older Winchester asked.

"Yes, sir. Fast, but steady."

"Did he eat anything yesterday? Had anything to drink?"

"Yes, sir. And his meds, too. Should I call an ambulance? Get him to the hospital? Or I can drive him there myself, I… I just need…"

"Sammy," John stopped him again, "Was he complaining of any pain? Anything at all?" he asked. Sam hesitated for a moment.

"No, sir. I asked, but he said it didn’t hurt. Just said he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore and then passed out."

"Alright, kiddo. Listen, I'm getting out of here right now. It's a long drive though, I'll probably only get there late tonight, or even tomorrow morning. You don’t need to take him to the hospital just yet, but if he doesn’t wake up in an hour or two, try waking him up. If that doesn’t work, I want you to get him to the hospital, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

"I'll call you from the road."

"Yes, sir."


Where it all started >> 2 >> 3 >> 4 >> 5 >> 6 >> 7 >> 8 >> 9 >> 10 >> 11 >> 12 >> Teleseism

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14 comments or Leave a comment
arianstarr From: arianstarr Date: April 19th, 2007 08:19 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yup, uh huh, I am sitting in my seat practically biting my nails in anticipation for the next part.
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: April 20th, 2007 07:17 am (UTC) (Link)
Will be coming soon. Just after I get to watch SN ;)
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sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: April 20th, 2007 07:14 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you.
Questions are a good thing, keep you on your toes ;) And can any woman really be trusted? ;)
idiot4dean From: idiot4dean Date: April 19th, 2007 09:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
Dean was doing so well. I presume it was the witch that he saw. Now he's out of it again. Panic!!!

Sam was doing so well with Dean but is now panicking.

John's got his deal but how's it going to bite him in the ass? I was worried about him getting a Leech but is this any better.

Looking forward to more.
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: April 20th, 2007 07:12 am (UTC) (Link)
I actually considered it for a milisecond, but even I'm not that cruel. Besides, I'm trying to use as much canon as I can, even in my AU stories
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sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: April 20th, 2007 07:11 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks, glad you're enjoying this.
And don't worry, you'll probably find out what the scepter is for long before I found out what Dean's necklace is for... ;)
coell From: coell Date: April 20th, 2007 04:51 am (UTC) (Link)
Coming along well!
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: April 20th, 2007 07:10 am (UTC) (Link)
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sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: April 22nd, 2007 05:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, don't worry. Dean is thoroughly tortured in this story, through each and every chapter ;)
I'm glad you're enjoying this, more is coming soon.
kamikaze_redux From: kamikaze_redux Date: April 25th, 2007 04:05 am (UTC) (Link)
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: April 25th, 2007 06:01 am (UTC) (Link)
*evil grin*
Wait there's more... =D
From: hermitme Date: April 25th, 2007 04:48 pm (UTC) (Link)


Your Chapter 3 is linking to your Chapter 4. :(
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: April 25th, 2007 05:26 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Chapters

Thanks for letting me know.
Here's the right link for you (it's at the bottom of chapter 4 btw):
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