Abandoned, But Not Alone

7 - Demons

My phone went off a couple hours later. It was Dean.

"Hello?" I asked frantically.

"Sam. 137." He mumbled with long, hard breaths in between words before I gathered that he passed out.

"Dean! Dean!" I shouted into the phone.

"What's going on?" She asked as she woke up.

"Come on kiddo, I think Dean's hurt. I need to help him and I can't leave you by yourself. I'll carry you if you want to stay asleep." I replied quickly.

"I'll walk with you. Just please tell me what's going on." She pleaded.

"I'll tell you in the car. We gotta go."

"Where are we going?" She asked as we sprinted to a spare car.

"I don't totally know what's going on. He told me a number then I got no response. I think he told me his hotel room. Do me a favor. When we get there, if anyone comes after you or me, you scream as loud as you can." I explained frantically as we drove to the next town over. It was a quick 10 minute drive. She nodded. I stopped at the first hotel I saw and parked the back up car I took since Dean took the impala. The impala was in the parking lot so I was sure this was the right hotel. Lucky for us, you didn't have to go inside to get to the rooms. I found 137 and managed to get the keycard thing to break so we could get the door open.

It smelled like sulfur although I didn't want it to. I knew this was bad. Dean was unconscious on the floor. He was cut up, bruised, and his already hurt arm was bent at a wrong angle behind his back and handcuffed to the other. His once red and white flannel was almost entirely shades of red.

I ran up to Dean. I rolled him over and his face was the most destroyed I'd seen in years. "Dean." I said as the uncontrollable tears brimmed in my eyes. I felt his pulse and he was alive. His hotel room was destroyed- the mirrors were broken, the sheets were everywhere, dressers were toppled over, nothing was intact. I picked him up and placed him on the bed. "Hannah, come in and shut the door please." I told her as gently as I could. She was standing at the door scared to death. She didn't move. I got up and went over to her. "He's ok. He's not dead. We just need to stay in here so we can figure this out. We don't need people seeing this." She nodded. I got her to walk inside with me. I shut and locked the door, hoping it would stay. "Hannah, can you do me a favor?"

"Yeah." She said softly.

"Please just sit down and try to relax. I'm going to stitch him up and try to get him to wake up. He'll be ok. I promise. I'll be right back over to talk to you." She nodded and took a seat in the chair at the desk in the room. I pulled the first aid kit I brought out of my bag and went to work. I stitched up his cuts and undid his handcuffs. I cleaned the blood off of his face and I couldn't help but think this was my fault. Normally, Dean was the one feeling guilty all the time, but now it was my turn. If I hadn't made Dean stop that day to get Hannah, then I would have been on this hunt with him and he probably wouldn't have gotten hurt. After I finished, I went over to Hannah. "How you holding up kiddo?" She shook her head.

"What happened?" She asked with tears in her eyes.

"I don't know. We'll have to ask Dean when he wakes up." I replied. She nodded. It took a while, but he finally woke up. "Dean." I said as I went over to him. "Whoa whoa whoa. Don't get up so fast. You're really hurt." He laid back down heavily. "What happened, Dean?" I asked frantically.

"Um." He started before looking at Hannah. "We have to tell her, Sam. We need to. We can't hide this forever." He said sadly. I didn't really want to tell her either but we had to.

"I know. I think you should tell her. You'll say it better than me." I suggested which was responded to with a nod from Dean.

"Tell me what?" Hannah asked as she came closer.