Supernatural-Chapter 3

RECOVERY

Sam drove the trashed Chevy Impala into another pothole again. Taking back roads wasn’t actually his kind of fun. It was annoying and every time you hit a pothole, you would feel a bump. His brother Dean sat in the passenger’s seat. He was still very sore and would be for a while. But now, he is obsessed with carefully watching his brother’s every moment. None of Sam’s movement went unnoticed. It was torture and made him feel like he was four years old again. That’s Dean’s payback for Sam trashing his car.

Sam’s head was pounding still. One reason is because of the accident last night and the other reason is from the tape player blaring. Sam kept his eyes on the road while Dean studied him. Dean was tired like Sam, but he insisted that he must stay awake incase their sister needed him. Dean would do anything for her. She was his sweetheart while Dean’s Chevy Impala was his baby. That’s how it has always has been.

“Man, get some sleep.” Sam said.

“I would if someone was a better driver.” Dean said, his head leaned against the seat. He was still mad about the crumpled hood on his car.

“People would be able to see a massive tree in front of them and probably be able to see a huge white truck coming.” he sneered. Sam took a quick glance at Dean. Dean’s eyes were shut and Sam knew better than to think he was sleeping. A moment later, Sam looked in the rearview mirror.

“The kid in the back is awfully quiet.” he stated.

“That’s because the meds drugged her before we left.” Dean replied. “Enjoy the silence now. Because once the medicine wears off, she’s going to be stubborn as heck.” The meds back at the hospital drugged Amy with medicine. It was supposed to be a sleeping aid too and knock her out for a few hours, but the only side effect was her being loopy. Everything she said was because of the medicine. The other kind of medicine she has to take is muscle relaxers. She also has to take therapy and Sam decided to do all of this with her. Amy didn’t want him to. She was angry at him for her current condition, but the accident wasn’t Sam’s fault.

Amy was in the backseat, leaned against the door. She looked like she was in an uncomfortable position when Dean opened his eyes and turned around to check up on her.

“Go to sleep.” he ordered.

“No. Hey, I want to become an envir-envi-uh…” Amy spoke, trying to think about how to say environmentalist. Dean knew what she meant.

“An environmentalist? You think so?” Dean pressed, taking complete advantage of his little sister’s current condition and noticing that her form had gone heavy and tired and then slacked against the seat.

“Yeah. I have per-son-al-ity.” Amy smiled, annunciated and slurring every syllable of the word personality.

“You do say.” Dean breathed mockingly, again, he was taking advantage of his little sister.

“I do say.” Amy mimicked the tone in Dean’s voice.

“I guess they’ll have to accept you then.” Dean said.

“That’s right.” argued Amy.

Sam drove to a hotel that’s faraway from Missouri (the car accident happened there). Sam got out of the car to open the trunk so he can get the bags out. Dean went to go help. Amy didn’t want to be alone so she opened the car door and when she was halfway out of the car, she felt a fiery sensation of the most horrendous pain ever through her healing chest. She bit hard on her lower lip. She then felt another sharp pain in her chest as she struggled to get out of the car all by herself. Amy tried not to show any sign of pain.

Amy held onto the car of the door as she stood up and got out of the car. She walked over to Dean. She went to grab his left arm when she fell. She almost fell against her brother but, Dean grabbed her before she fell. Dean’s eyes pointed towards Sam.

“You get the bags into the hotel room and I’ll get us checked into a hotel room while I bring the kid with me.” he suggested as he took Amy by the arm and walked away.

Five minutes later, Sam carried all the bags into their hotel room. Amy was sitting up on the bed as she was sitting on it. Dean was sitting on the bed next to her. Sam walked over to Dean and Dean handed him some papers. Sam took them, sat down on a chair and read them. He raised an eyebrow.

“She’s not going to do any of this. You know her, Dean.” he explained.

“She’ll have to.” Dean replied. Sam knew that there was no way that Amy was going to do the therapy. Amy was as stubborn as their father John was. But that didn’t matter now. John abandoned them last night. It’s just like him.

That night, Sam placed a glass of water and two pills on the end table when he sat down on the bed next to his sister. He wasn’t surprised to see her look away. She was still mad, Sam guessed. This would be bad.

“It’s time for your medicine.” he announced. “Then, your therapy.”

“Not tonight.” Amy argued as she looked at her big brother with stubborn eyes.

“I know it’s going to painful, but you need to take the medicine and do the shoulder stretches. You’re not going to heal if you can’t breathe, and you won’t be able to breathe if your chest muscles mend together in giant knots.” explained Sam. Amy still refused to take the medicine.

“Tomorrow. It’s been a long day…” she said.

“Yeah, a long day spent hunched over in the car.” Sam says.

“I said I’d do the stupid stretches and take the medicine tomorrow! Just lay off, okay?!” Amy exclaimed, a frantic cough following. Sam told her that she’s not going to get better and Amy blankly ignored him. She snapped at Sam when she saw a paper being placed on the bed by Sam.

“Yoga?! Get lost!” she snapped, folding her arms across her chest. Sam told her that this stuff works. Amy argued more and Sam gave up. He told her to do what was wants. He knew this was going to happen. A loopy sister he could deal with but not a stubborn one.

During the night, Amy had trouble sleeping. Sam had watched her take her medicine, but she really didn’t. After she pretended to swallow the pills, she lied that she needed to use the bathroom and when she entered the bathroom, she shut the door. Then, she spit the pills out and put them back in the bottle where the other pills were. While lying in bed, her body screamed in agony. Her chest and ribs hurt mercilessly as she had nightmare.

Amy finds herself back at the cabin last night, just before the accident. She’s pinned against the dark wooden wall. So are her brothers. She looks at them, then at the yellowish-orange eyes that hold the beast’s taunt towards her. Their sinister. The worst part about it is, her dad John is possessed by that demon, the one that devastated this family before. The eyes have an evil stare. Amy tries to look away, but she can’t. The demon inside her father has a powerful hold on her.

“Pathetic, you’re such a mistake. You weren’t meant to be brought into this world.” the demon inside John says. It’s John’s voice. "Stop it.” John says. He’s begging to the demon. The demon resurfaces John’s body. Amy finds herself bleeding from her pores on her face and from her chest.

“This family doesn't need you.” John said. Amy can feel shredding of the skin, ripping of sinew, and the dark red blood that spills from her battered body. Blood then pours out of her mouth.

“Dad please…” she begged. “Don’t let it kill me.” She begins to cry and tries to plead to her brothers. It’s no use. John looks at her with a devious look and Amy looks at him, pleading with her eyes. Pleading won’t work.

“Daddy please!” she cries. She begins to bleed copiously, more than she already was.

“Mask all that nasty pain. Mask the truth.” John says. Amy struggles to breathe as her eyes close shut and her head tilts down. Johns says,

“I’m not your father. You’re not my daughter.”

Amy’s eyes shoot open. Her heart beats faster than ever. Her chest still hurts, along with her ribs. Sweat is all over her face. She’s sweating so much that she looks like she just completed a marathon. It was only a dream. Amy puts her left hand against her chest to dull the pain and gets out of bed quietly so she doesn’t disturb Sam, who’s sleeping in the same bed with her. Dean is sleeping in another bed.

Amy walks into the bathroom, shuts the door, and turns on the light. She searches through the duffle bag in the bathroom that’s on the counter and takes out one of her medicine bottles. She wanted to sleep and maybe if she took more of the recommended dosage of painkillers that would also knock her out, she would sleep better. But, she would have the nightmare again. Amy shut the light off, crawled back into bed under the covers, and tossed and turned until she painfully lied on her chest and stomach. Her eyes closed shut. Maybe if she didn’t take the medicines, she wouldn’t have any nightmares.