Mood Swings, Sam gets an attitude adjustment

[Storm_Lover13]

I don't really know where i'm going with this story yet because I only just finished Shattered, but if you have the time any feedback would be appreciated.




Chapter One


Abandoned Warehouse
2:04 am

“Are you sure it’s not here Dean?” Sam asked for what his brother could have sworn was the fifteenth time.

“Course I’m sure Sammy,” Dean snapped back, “we’ve been searching this damn place for over an hour and still haven’t found anything.” The older hunter sounded confident that the ghost they’d been hunting had taken off, but Sam was still skeptical.

“But what about the tracks…” Sam protested, and pointed the luminescent beam of his flashlight at the ghostly, muddy prints clearly visible on the smooth concrete floor. He stopped talking suddenly when he moved the beam further ahead and saw that there was a fork with tracks going in both directions.

“How’d the bastard manage that?” Dean grumbled under his breath, and then turned to face his younger brother, “We’re gonna have to split up.” He declared. “You go that way and I’ll go this way.”

Sam opened his mouth to tell his brother that splitting up wasn’t a good idea, but before he could say a word, Dean disappeared down the left path.

“Jerk.” Sam muttered, and sighed in frustration. He had no other choice but to follow the other trail.


***


The corridor Dean was traveling down was incredibly dark and even with his flashlight he couldn’t see anything. The older hunter willed himself onward, groped along blindly with one hand held up against the wall of cardboard boxes so that he wouldn’t stray from his course, and he was already regretting telling Sam that they should go separate ways.

Dean stiffened as his hand unexpectedly hit something metallic and slimy, and a putrid smell filled his nostrils as he lifted the flashlight. He had a feeling that he knew what it was even before he saw it, and he was right. It was the spirit of the ax-murderer.

They both just stood there for a moment, but then the spirit growled and looked down. Dean followed its gaze to find that his hand was resting on the blade of the bloody ax.

A disgusted scowl that Dean changed at the last minute into an unconvincing grin contorted the hunter’s face as he carefully removed his hand, wiped it clean on his pants, then bolted just as the blade of the ax sliced through the air where his neck had been seconds before and buried itself in the wall.

[supernaturalmommy]

I liked that...I could just see Dean changing the expression on his face like that, too. . .

Can't wait for another update!
Kat

[tripleSchick11]

lol me too! i could see dean doing that! LOL keep it up, it sounds good!

Triple

[I_LOVE_JARED!!!]

I WANT TO SEE WHERE THIS STORY IS GOING! UPDATE SOON -EMILY

[Storm_Lover13]

I guess I'll keep writing then...



Nothing bugged Sam more than his brother bossing him around. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what annoyed him exactly, but Sam figured that it had something to do with the fact that Dean hadn’t even asked his opinion before just running off.

The young hunter was still seething as he walked along when all of a sudden something blew past him in a blur of leather. It was Dean.

Surprised, Sam turned to see what his brother was running from and had to dive to the ground to avoid being disemboweled by the ax. Dean spun and fired at the spirit, and when it disappeared, he ran back to Sam and helped him up. His little brother was pissed.

“Thanks alot Dean!” Sam said crossly, and the older hunter looked flabbergasted.

“What are you talking about?” Dean asked. “I didn’t do anything!”

“Exactly!” Sam shouted, “You ran by me without even letting me know that there was a frigging ax murderer on your tail! That thing almost killed me!”

Sam expected Dean to be at least a little bit sorry, but his brother only shrugged off the whole incident and walked away again. The young hunter rolled his eyes, then he followed his brother. Sam rubbed his head and winced. This whole thing was giving him a headache.

The older hunter may not have shown it, but the truth was that he was sorry, and he made sure to put some distance between themselves and the spirit before turning to face Sam.

“Okay, now we have to find that son of a bitch’s body and quick, so keep your eyes open for anything that might have a corpse in it.”

Dean left, expecting Sam to tag along, but the young hunter stayed where he was.

“Dean.” Sam said, and his brother whirled angrily.

“What?”

Sam calmly pointed to a row of caskets stacked vertically against some crates, and he said sarcastically, “You think that the body might be in a coffin?”

Dean’s anger evaporated and he just stared. “Oh.”


***


It had been pretty easy to figure out which one was the ax murderer because the body was all messed up, but the brothers decided to burn them all to be safe, so with a little gasoline and some salt, the bodies were ready to be torched.

Dean pulled a lighter from his jacket pocket to finish the job, but before he could light it, the ghost appeared in front of him wielding the ax above his head in a way that suggested that he would be using it shortly.

Right before the ghost struck, Sam shot it with his rifle and drew its attention off Dean. If he hadn’t, than his brother would have been cut in half.

The ax murdered spun angrily from Dean to Sam, and before the young hunter had time to shoot again, the ghost brought its ax crashing down on his head. Blood splattered everywhere, and Sam collapsed heavily on the ground with a dull thud.

Dean’s hazel eyes widened in disbelief, and even as the spirit picked up the ax and advanced on him again, he didn’t take his eyes from his brother’s body in hopes that Sammy was alive.

The ghost’s eyes glittered madly as it lifted the ax to strike down the remaining Winchester, but just before Dean’s head was cleaved from his shoulders, the caskets erupted into flames.

With a horrible shriek, supernatural flames lapped at the spirit until it was no more than a pile of ash. Unfortunately, the real flames were fueled by half a tank of gasoline, so didn’t stop after they had consumed the coffins, but instead moved onto the crates and boxes as well.

The fire spread quickly, and the entire warehouse would soon go up in flames with Sam and Dean inside of it.

Oblivious to what was happening around him; Dean fell to his knees and crawled over to his little brother. What he saw didn’t look too good, Sammy wasn’t moving, didn’t seem to be breathing, and his face was splashed with too much blood for Dean to even be able to tell where it was coming from.

Dean gulped and called his brother’s name pitifully with tears in his eyes as he shook Sam’s shoulder, but he received no response. He sat back on his haunches amidst the fire with his brother’s body held in his arms, and tears streamed down his face. It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

The roof emitted a loud groan, and Dean finally realized the danger. Not about to leave without his brother, he picked up Sam tenderly and had a brief flashback to that night so many years ago as he carried his brother through the burning aisles and out of the warehouse.

When Dean, carrying Sam and blackened with soot, emerged from the blaze to find himself surrounded by police officers, paramedics, and firefighters, he was wheezing and couching up small puffs of smoke that had trapped itself in his lungs.

Less than a minute later, Dean understood how close he had come to death when he looked back at the warehouse as the ambulance he was in pulled away just in time to see it cave in and become a blistering inferno.

The interior of the ambulance was pleasantly cool and refreshingly dim compared to the sweltering heat and blinding light of the warehouse, but nothing mattered to Dean except for Sam. Dean watched with bated breath as the paramedic checked his brother for a pulse, and after a few seconds, the paramedic turned to him. “He’s alive.”

Dean was visibly relieved as he sat back in his seat with a whining sigh and closed his eyes; he was so tired, and he told himself that he would only sleep for a couple minutes.

[tripleSchick11]

OMG! I thought you had actually killed him and I was like "OMG" lol i sound like a prep don't i? Well I was like OMG but when you said he was alive *WHEW* But Sam does/did seem really pissed with Dean, I understand Dean's side and Sam's side but hopefully things will turn out okay (?) Keep it up!

Triple

[Banjie]

he's alive! You better not kill him. lol
Update soon!!

[candycane]

wooooh man is this fic good....update soon b4 i get angry lol

[Storm_Lover13]

Okay, here's the next part...



Chapter Two


Hospital
7:57 pm

When Dean Winchester woke up in the hospital after sleeping for a day and a half, he found himself with flu-like symptoms such as a scratchy throat, watery eyes, aching bones, and swollen sinuses. These are easily ignored by themselves, but together they’re a force to be reckoned with, and Dean never would have even considered staying conscious if it had not been for his concern for Sam.

The doctor, as if sensing that Dean was awake, came into the room. “Mr. Morrison?” Dean nodded, and then winced as he fought to sit up. He opened his mouth to ask about Sam, but no words came out. Dean tried again with the same results, and then he pointed frantically at his throat.

“It’s okay Mr. Morrison.” The doctor reassured him. “You inhaled a large quantity of smoke, but luckily you should be able to talk a little in a few minutes.”

The hunter nodded, and then he looked down to discover that he was soot-free and was wearing a nasty-colored green hospital gown. He glared at the doctor, and the man cleared his throat. “I can assure you that your clothes will be washed and returned to you when you check out.” He said, and Dean rolled his eyes. The hunter silently prayed that someone would put him out of his misery.

Dean figured that he’d waited long enough and made another attempt at talking, this time he was able to choke out his brother’s name. The doctor shifted uncomfortably. “The man you came in with?” He asked, and Dean nodded.

The doctor seemed to pick his words very carefully. “He’ll survive.” He finally said.

Dean knew that the fact Sammy would live should have made him feel better, but something about the way the doctor said it and wouldn’t look him in the eye chilled Dean to the bone. He had to get to Sam.

“What are you doing?” The doctor cried when Dean got out of bed and walked to the door, panting laboriously with each breath, and the hunter looked at the doctor as if he was insane.

“I’m…gonna…find…Sam.” He gasped, and then stepped into the hallway, leaving the doctor alone in the room to gawk at his patient’s stupidity and determination.

Dean was almost a whole five feet from his door when the doctor rushed after him a few minutes later with a wheelchair, and by then even Dean had grudgingly agreed that he needed some help if he was to make it to see Sam. He sat down reluctantly, annoyed at his own weakness, and let the doctor take him to his brother.

The trip passed quickly, but only because Dean was focusing on not imagining what had happened to his little brother after the ax split his head open and what damage the blow had undoubtedly caused. Before he knew it, he was at the door to Sam’s room.

The Doctor prepared to wheel him in, but Dean wouldn’t let him. “Not…gonna…look like…an invalid…” He sputtered, and then rose from the chair on shaky legs. Under the doctor’s disapproving glare, Dean walked anxiously into the room.


***


The hunter looked around and began to tremble, there was so much complex equipment surrounding Sam that it was intimidating, and Dean walked as if on eggshells to his brother’s bedside.

The hunter, his heart filled with fear, looked down at Sammy’s face, expecting the worst, but other than a simple bandage wrapped around his sleeping brother’s head, Sam looked perfectly healthy. Dean was taken aback. He didn’t know how he had thought Sam would look, but he knew that it was nowhere near as good as this.

The doctor came into the room and Dean began to shout hoarsely at him for making him believe that his brother was horribly disfigured or had a huge hole in his head. The doctor waited until Dean had finished ranting to explain the situation.

“Dean,” The doctor said soothingly when the hunter had finished yelling. “I know that Sam’s appearance can be deceiving and I know that you don’t want to believe it, but Sam is terribly injured.”

Dean looked at him disbelievingly, and the doctor went on. “No, really, I’m telling the truth. While the blunt part of the ax did not cause a wound as…final as the sharp end would have, it fractured his skull and did in fact create quite the gash.” He stopped and Dean shook his head.

“But he looks…just like…he did…before…” Dean said, still confused as to what the doctor was getting at.

“Son.” The doctor said sadly and put a hand on his arm. “I know that this will be hard to hear, but it’s Sam’s brain that’s injured.”

Dean’s heart stopped and his stomach twisted itself in knots. Sam’s brain? Injured? His straight A’s law school bound brother? Moving faster than he had since arriving at the hospital, Dean ran out into the hallway and threw up.

[candycane]

hey she updated!

but....but.......Sam......brain.....AH.......


u know who he has to see dnt ya..................................

THE WIZARD OF OZ!!!!! he can help ya!



I could while away the hours, conferrin' with the flowers

Consultin' with the rain.

And my head I'd be scratchin' while

my thoughts were busy hatchin'

If I only had a brain.

I'd unravel every riddle for any individ'le,

In trouble or in pain.

With the thoughts you'll be thinkin'

you could be another Lincoln

If you only had a brain.

Oh, I could tell you why The ocean's near the shore.

I could think of things I never thunk before.

And then I'd sit, and think some more.

I would not be just a nothin' my head all full of stuffin'

My heart all full of pain.

I would dance and be merry, life would be a ding-a-derry,

If I only had a brain.


Hahaha!

[Oceane]

Terrific updates Storm_Lover.
Sam's brain injured. How he'll act when he'll wake up
Can't wait to know.

[ashb711]

OMG! Sam's brain is injured I Hope this does not affect him badaly. Who am i kidding it's his brain. UPDATE SOON

[tripleSchick11]

GREAT! He's brain's been bumped around! FUN! NOT! Poor Sammy! Someone help us! Come on Dean, hold it together and would that stupid doctor stop messing around! AH!

great update! please update soon!

Triple

[Storm_Lover13]

writer's block! ahhhhhhh!!!!! oh well, hopefully i'll find out where to go after this post...





While Dean sat in Sam’s room to watch over his brother, the doctors told him other peoples’ stories to prepare him for what to expect when Sam woke up. The doctors thought they were helping, but all the stories they told him did nothing but make Dean more worried.

After a while, when all of the doctors had left and Dean was alone with his brother, he pulled out his cell phone and called their father to explain what had happened. John didn’t pick up, so Dean left a message.

“Hey dad, it’s me, Dean. Sammy’s not doing too well; the doctors say that he may have brain damage.” Dean knew he had to end the message soon because he was starting to get choked up. “It’s okay dad, I mean, I’ll take care of him, but if you’re in town, or if you have the time…” The hunter’s eyes began to sting with tears, and he rubbed them with his fist. “Dad, please just get here, Sam and I need you.” Dean said simply, and then he hung up, hoping his dad would be able to understand the raspy words.

After he closed the phone, Dean rested his face in his hands and took a few deep breaths that he noted were almost completely wheezeless. He heard a noise, and looked up to see that Sam was awake.

“Sam!” Dean exclaimed, and hugged his little brother tightly, and when he pulled away, he was overjoyed to see that Sam was smiling too.

Sam looked around and then asked, “Dean what happened? Where are we?”

Dean smiled, just hearing his little brother’s voice made his heart melt. “You distracted the spirit and it clubbed you,” the older hunter replied concisely, not wanting to overwhelm Sam with information, “and now we’re in the hospital.”

A dark look passed over Sam’s face that was so brief Dean was almost certain he’d imagined it as his little brother reached up to touch his bandages. “Ow!” Sam said, but he was grinning more than wincing. “Remind me to watch out for that next time.”

Dean laughed in relief. Sam was the same as before and his big brother couldn’t stop smiling.


***


Sam’s doctors came in to evaluate the young hunter’s condition and sent Dean out into the hallway. When they came to talk to him afterwards, Dean was sure they’d tell him what he already knew, that his brother was fine, but instead, the doctors all came back with grave looks on their faces.

“Dean,” said Sam’s head doctor, “Sam may look okay and be acting normally, but because of where he was hit, the part of the brain that controls temperaments became a little mixed up. He will soon begin suffering from a severe series of mood swings.”

That didn’t sound too bad to Dean, but the doctors were all giving him looks full of sympathy. As if reading the hunter’s mind, the head doctor continued.

“I know that it may not sound too bad son, but it is rather serious. We can only hope the moods will work themselves back into their rightful places and everything will return to normal for you, but you never know, the human brain is a mysterious thing.”

Dean looked at each of them in turn, and then he said slowly, “So, Sam may suffer from mood swings for the rest of his life?”

“Severe mood swings.” The doctor corrected.

The hunter raised his eyebrow. “Does it matter?” Dean asked, and when the doctor nodded, Dean looked at him suspiciously, but he made sure to get it right when he repeated the sentence.

“I’m afraid so.” Replied the doctor apologetically.

“Okay, now seriously, what is so bad about these damn mood swings?” Dean said, upset because he had to ask, and the doctor looked at him for a long time before he finally answered.

“Do you have any firearms or weapons of any sort at your home?” The doctor asked.

Dean nodded, wondering where this was going, and the doctor became abruptly serious.

“Then I suggest that you get rid of them.”

[supernaturalfan]

wow great update,severe mood swings,get rid of the guns,gulp things dont look good this should be interesting. nice job with this story look forward to more.