Gifted (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Chapter Four: The Call

Sam and Dean. She knew these names, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She knew several Sam's in high school, and she went out with Dean Simmons for six months, but this was different. She knew now wasn't the time to question it, but it was either this or facing the dreadful situation they were in now. Sam was infected, they were still trapped in the clinic, and the future looked bleak.

She looked to Sam, who sat on a stool. He looked close to tears, yet he still looked brave. Dean paced about, obviously flustered.

"Doc, check his wound again, would you?" There was a pause. "Doctor!"

"What's she need to examine him for?" Mark asked. "You saw what happened!"

"Did her blood actually enter your wound?" Doctor Lee asked Sam.

"Come on, of course it did!" Mark exclaimed.

"We don't know that for sure," Dean replied, still experiencing denial.

"We can't take a chance," Duane spoke up.

"You know what we have to do," Mark said.

"Nobody is shooting my brother," Dean hissed.

"He isn't gonna be your brother much longer," Duane murmured. "You said it yourself."

"Nobody is shooting anyone!"

"You were gonna shoot me!"

"You don't shut your pie hole, I still might!"

"Dean, they're right," Sam cut in. "I'm infected; just hand me the gun and I'll do it myself."

Angel realized something. Soon after Beverly was infected, her aura began to warp and distort and eventually turned black. Sam's aura looked the same as it always had been; innocent, yet with a touch of a darkened past, very strong, and at the same time soft, radiating all around him in a bright light tinted with red.

"Dean, I'm not gonna become one of those things." He pressed on.

"And maybe you won't," Angel finally spoke, all eyes on her. "Look, when I saw Beverly's aura shortly after she was infected, it became... twisted, like I was looking at it through beer goggles, and then it turned black. I'm not seeing that with you, Sam."

"Aura?" Duane asked. "What the hell is an aura?"

"That's a story for another day."

Everyone let this sink in for a moment. "Maybe it hasn't kicked in yet," Sam suggested.

"No, Sam, this is a good sign," Dean said. "We could just... give it some time-"

"We have no time!" Mark interrupted. "Look, I understand he's your brother, and I'm sorry, I am. But we gotta take care of this." He pulled out his handgun, and Dean snapped at him.

"I'm gonna say this one time -- you make a move on him, you'll be dead before you hit the ground. You understand me? Do I make myself clear?!" He yelled.

"Then what are we supposed to do?!" Mark yelled back.

There was a brief moment of silence. Dean tossed his car keys to Mark. "Get the hell out of here, that's what. Take my car. You've got the explosives, there's an arsenal in there." He looked to Angel, the doctor, and Duane. "You three go with him. You've got enough firepower to handle anything now."