#i had literally been brought to the ER on one of those stretcher things because i suddenly collapsed and couldn't move

[johannstutt413]

“I’m Not a Tako. I’m Human.”

(inspired by a conversation with a friend)

Ninomae Ina’nis was a lot of things - a successful Hololive streamer, an amazingly skilled artist, a well-mannered girl with a knack for puns and a bit of a mischievous streak when it came to her friends - but the first thing people remembered was her other job title: Priestess of the Ancient Ones. It was the kind of job that was hard to forget, partially because it was rare for a shrine maiden to maintain a shrine for Those That Dwell in the Void, but more significantly because of the physical changes it had brought her. While the priestess would insist to anyone who asked that she was completely human, the orange-tipped tentacles and mind-numbingly adorable tako-flaps in her hair certainly gave a different impression. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, because her regular physicians recognized that, despite her mild changes from the normal model, her body was very much still a human’s and repairable through the usual channels.

ER physicians, however, were not her regular doctors…

Nanashi Mumei drove through the city streets like a madwoman. The traffic was always bad at this time of day, and even if they’d just been driving to the hotel for their second off-collab it would’ve been annoying, but right now? Literally life-threatening, especially when she nearly hit a sedan and had to swerve not to. “Oh no, oh no, oh no. Ah! Sorry. Oh no.”

“I-it’s fine, Mumei,” Ina mumbled from the back seat, half-conscious. “I’m okay…”

“She really isn’t,” Ouro Kronii asserted. Like the other members of the Council, there wasn’t anything she could do about the situation at hand - Omega had been very clear about how much they would be allowed to interfere in the world, and unfortunately stepping in here would qualify.

Amelia Watson, sitting in the front passenger seat, worriedly glanced back. “You really can’t do anything about this?”

“Even though we really want to…” Ceres Fauna, admittedly, had already straddled the limits of that by giving the priestess one of her fruits. “Do you remember what you ate before we met up in the lobby?”

“Ane’nis made lunch...what was it…” She broke into a coughing fit.

Owls probably didn’t growl, but the Guardian of Civilization certainly did as she decided enough was enough and veered off the road. “Hang on! Sana, shortcut please!”

“Mumei, are you s-” But Mumei’s request had already been acted on by Space herself, and the owl had driven them through an alleyway which just so happened (with a little emergency reorganization) to lead directly to the hospital parking lot. “...Well, we’re here.”

“Can any of us carry her inside?” Kronii asked. None of them were strong enough, even after a few Ring Fit streams-

-but since they were already using their Council privileges, a raccoon running into the lobby and getting someone’s attention wasn’t much more trouble. Nurses brought out a stretcher and raced Ina ina-side as the others settled into the lobby; anything else would mean too many questions. An hour passed, and the Council members were called away by Omega for a meeting, leaving Ame alone in the lobby to hopefully hear the good news when it came?

Another hour passed, and Ame wondered if she should skip ahead a bit to see when there would be an update, but she didn’t have to wait for the hospital staff after all. A text notification from- oh no. “Calli…please don’t be what I think this is.”

“Huh? Wait, what did you think it was?” The reaper didn’t seem to know at least. “Ame? Did something happen?”

“Ina.” She couldn’t bring herself to write anything more.

A slash through the fabric of reality - Myth didn’t have the same kind of oversight Council did, after all - and Calliope Mori was there, her scythe Ricky incongruous with the outfit she was wearing but oddly complementing it. “Ina? Why is she here?”

“We met up to drive around before our off-collab, but while we were getting into Mumei’s car she just…collapsed…” The investigator had tried to figure it out, she really had, but alas, her medical knowledge started and stopped with Watson Concoction and first aid. “If you didn’t know yet, maybe there’s hope?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Just in case, though, Calli sent Kiara a text. And Gura, while she was at it. They’d both want to be there if something happened.

It was at that moment a nurse came out to the lobby. “You came in with the purple-haired girl, right?”

“That’s right.” Watson stood up. “Is she okay?”

“The doctors are seeing her now.” 

A moment of silence as the three of them looked at each other before Ame asked, “And?”

“Well, we had some trouble identifying how to treat her at first,” the nurse admitted, “because her…well, her anatomy is a bit unusual.”

“Unusual?” What, the tentacles?

At that moment, there was a startled yelp from outside as Gawr Gura crashed through the barely-open-in-time automatic doors and landed face-first in the lobby. She groaned as she stood up. “I got here as fast as I could! Where’s Ina?”

“The d-doctors are seeing her now.” The nurse suddenly went for her wallet. “Um, a-are you really Gawr Gura? Can I get an au-”

“Nurse!” A call from down the hall.

She grimaced. “That’s for Miss Ina’nis…”

“Well, don’t just stand there, go help!” Takanashi Kiara marching in seemed to be enough to get her moving. “Ame, what happened? Weren’t you going to do a stream with Ina later? Where’d Council go?”

“Sana made us a shortcut, and Omega’s mad about it.” As for the priestess’ current status-

Calli suddenly straightened up. “Oh no. I’ll be right back, girls.”

“Calli-” Slash, dash, closed behind her. The investigator started to shake as Kiara and Gura sat next to her. “‘Oh no?’”

“Maybe she left the oven on?” The phoenix suggested.

The Atlantean hugged Ame in her chair. “She’s still on break. Besides, she’d tell us before she left if it was that, right?”

“Y-yeah. *hic*” That didn’t make her less worried. “I just hope we *hic* made it in time.” 

“You called?” IRyS said, causing the other three to jump in their seats.

Kiara got a hold of herself first. “Don’t scare us like that! Especially right now…”

“Sorry! I thought it’d help the mood a little.” IRyS took the seat on the other side of the phoenix. “Where’s Calli?”

“We don’t *hic* know.”

The nephilim nodded. “I’m sure she’ll be back soon.”

“Girls?” As she said it, another slash opened up, with an annoyed reaper peering out of it. “IRyS, you too. Road trip time.”

“Road trip?” The girls followed her out of the hospital and into the portal.

Before Kiara stepped across, though, Calli handed her a bracelet. “Put this on. If you don’t, your boy’s gonna be in real trouble.”

“Oh, right, the whole ‘banned’ thing.” The phoenix slipped it on before the group continued walking. “Wait, this isn’t the Underworld…Where are we going, Calli? What happened?”

“The Ancient Ones got her.” In the emptiness of the Void - which Ricky had managed to bring them to - her words echoed.

IRyS glanced around. “So this is where they live. Just like Ina said it’d be-”

“Wah.” A tako stepped in front of the reaper. Where it’d come from was anyone’s guess. “Wah?”

“Uh…Wah,” the detective astutely replied.

The creature nodded - basically a bow for a creature with so little articulation - before turning around and walking a bit ahead.

Ame followed after it. “Can you take us to Ina?”

“Can it talk?” IRyS asked before it had the chance to establish that or not. “It looks like a walking beanbag.”

“I used to be a human. She’s this way.” The tako, after answering both questions, began moving faster, its little stubby legs surprisingly nimble.

The girls kept up even as the air around them started to feel heavy; it reminded Gura of the ocean, particularly the water pressure deeper down. Since this wasn’t water, though, and they didn’t seem to be going up or down or…forward, even, really…what that pressure meant was anyone’s guess.

At least, it was until they found themselves suddenly standing on a platform made of black rock, staring face-to-face at a robed and hooded figure - a Tentacultist, no doubt. Just behind that figure, lying on an altar made of the same type of rock they were standing on, was Ninomae Ina’nis.

“Visitors,” the hooded one addressed them, their voice a thousand speaking in unison but somehow still vaguely familiar. “Have you come to see your friend’s ascension?”

“Ascension?” Kiara asked, speaking for the entire group.

The Tentacultist nodded. “Her time has come to become Wahn of us.”

“Wahn of us,” the Void chanted. “Wahn of us.”

“But she’s not one of you! She’s a human, not a tako or a, a…a monster!”

Gura’s response sent a wave through the invisible crowd as the pressure intensified. The cultist raised a ‘hand’, a group of tentacles clutching a knife making themselves visible. “She is a priestess of The Ancient Ones. The Book told her this would occur.”

“Her book?” IRyS frowned. “Ao-Chan? She knew this would happen?”

“Hang on, man, she’s not the only priestess in her family, right? Isn’t that shrine she works at her family’s?” Calli had a hand on Ricky in case things went south, but with Ina so close and not well, she hoped it didn’t have to come to that.

The cultist’s other sleeve revealed another cluster of tentacles and another knife. “And why do you think the rest of her family is untouched? The Ancient Ones chose her to take on her role, and she accepted the responsibility. Now that her time has come-”

“So she was dying.” Amelia, who’d fallen completely silent during this conversation, spoke up from beside Ina’s prone form. “If we’d gotten her there faster…”

“The change began in your mortal realm; your doctors could never have saved her in time.”

A voice from somewhere higher up, accompanied by a white light, interjected: “Time’s not an issue for Hololive.”

“Kronii!” Kiara fist-pumped the air. “And the rest of Council, too?”

“Ye, we talked to Omega, it’s cool.” Baelz Hakos and HoloCouncil dropped into the Void from their extradimensional headquarters.

The cultist groaned. “Enough of this! If you want her to live at all, we must carry out the ritual!”

“But then she’ll be a Tako!” Gura exclaimed, cutting in front to glare at the cultist. “How is she supposed to stream with those little nubby feet?!”

“Her time for such mortal frivolities is over, don’t you understand?...Brothers, seize the interlopers. We cannot let them stall us any longer.”

And he would have been right, if it weren’t for the ticking of a watch and a bright flash as Ame, holding the priestess’s hand, took the two of them to another time. Another place.

---

“Ina?” Amelia’s voice ticked Ina’s ear. “Iiiiina.”

“I’m awake,” she mumbled, definitely not at first as her eyes fluttered open.

The detective was leaning over her; they were alone, Ame sitting in a chair, the would-be tako in a hospital bed hooked up to several machines. “How do you feel?”

“I feel…cold?” She shivered; the sheets weren’t especially insulating. “Are the others here?”

“They had to go to an idol meeting.” A brawl counted as a meeting, right? It wasn’t exactly a lie.

Ina accepted it, regardless. “Thanks for taking care of me. I thought it was gonna be Tako Time for the last time.”

“About that.” The detective’s phone buzzed - a notification. “Um…Did Ao-Chan tell you you’d turn into a tako someday?”

“Oh, I won’t become a tako, humu humu. I’ll be a Young Ancient One. A Baby One? Is that what you’d call it?” That was a good question-

-but not one to dwell on. “And you didn’t want to tell us?”

“Eh?” The priestess gave her a curious glance. “I’d only be gone for a little bit while I learned to manifest myself in the human world again. Ao-Chan said when I asked, ‘Ina, you’ll be alright. You’ll learn how to walk among the humans again after a while.’”

“Did they say how long it would take?”

Ina shook her head. ��Nope.”

“...And if they were wrong?” Amelia squeezed her hand - she’d been holding it since she’d brought them there, however long ago that’d been. “If you couldn’t come back?”

“The Ancient Ones are never wrong, Ame.” Ao-Chan’d said so.

A tear fell from the detective’s barely-held-together expression. “But what if?”

“Ame…” The priestess coughed before calling a tentacle to help her sit upright. She needed to hug her friend. “You know I wouldn’t leave you guys like that.”

“Priestess.” A Tentacultist entered the room, using the door like a civilized person.

Before they could take another step, Amelia shot them with her emergency pistol; the bullet entered, passed through, and exited, leaving a rapidly-filling hole. “Shit!”

“Priestess, your friends are fighting the Ancient Ones as we speak…and the fight is not going well. The only way to stop this is to complete the ritual.” They pulled out their knife. “Please do not resist.”

“Oh. Wait, then Ame, did you- oh, this is bad.”

Watson threw her hands in the air. “We didn’t know what was happening! Calli left, and then IRyS showed up, and then Calli brought us to the Void, and it’s not like we’d trust those cultist guys!”

“...Reggie?” Ina turned to look at the cultist. “Did you not give them the box like I asked you to when my time came?”

“Box? What box?” The detective asked.

Reggie shook their head. “We didn’t have a chance before they started attacking us.”

“You totally did!” A touch of gremlin came out for that response. “We were talking for seven minutes before I took Ina here!”

“We had to put the box under a lot of safeguards to keep it safe from the Gaze, Priestess, and those safeguards take time to unfold-”

Ina nodded. “I know, Reggie. Ame, will you take us back to before the fight started?”

“Back there?” Amelia shook her head. “But they’re gonna kill you!”

“Please?” Her tako-flaps fluttered adorably in emphasis.

The cultist put away their knife. “We will provide the box before beginning the ritual, but we have to move quickly.”

“...Alright. One second.” Ame pulled out her watch, did some quick mental arithmetic, and began to unwind it. “Hold onto your butts!”

“Mine is very securely fa-” Reggie’s comment was suspended in the timestream as the trio was went hurtling back through time to before the fight’s beginning.

---

“Time’s not an issue for Hololive.”

“Kronii!” Kiara fist-pumped the air. “And the rest of Council, too?”

“Ye, we talked to Omega, it’s cool.” Baelz Hakos and HoloCouncil dropped into the Void from their extradimensional headquarters.

The cultist groaned. “Enough of this! If you want her to live at all, we must carry out the ritual!”

“They’re right,” Ame declared from beside Ina, who was laying back on the altar as before. “Reggie?”

“Here.” A second cultist emerged from the mass with a box wrapped in purple gift wrap and tied with an orange bow. They handed it to the detective.

The rest of HoloEN looked on in confusion. “Ame, did you time travel or something?” Kiara guessed, judging by her expression.

“Ina said this box is ours.” She returned to the group, Council making their way over to join them. “Alright, so what’s ins- what?! It’s just a piece of paper!”

“What’s it say, Watson?” Gura couldn’t quite make out Ina’s handwriting, especially since she had to stand on her tippy-toes to see into the box.

As the cultists gathered around the altar, beginning the ritual, the detective read the paper…And finally, she’d solved the case. Turning to them, she plucked the paper from the box and let it fall to the floor before she began to recite. “Fecel, lemienne, phei.”

“No!” The cultist that’d stopped them before turned around, running at them. “Don’t you dare!”

“What’s happening?” Mumei asked, having forgotten why they were there in the first place.

Ame remembered just fine. “Seire, lilutia, ei finceq!”

“Wah!” Just like that, Ninomae Ina’nis leapt to her feet on the altar; several cultists stumbled back in surprise, and she used them to parkour her way over to the girls. “Reggie gave you the box, then?”

“What the fuck?” Kiara looked around the group quizzically. No one seemed to have an answer for what’d just happened.

Ina gave them a thumbs-up. “It’s my summoning incantation.”

“Your summon what?” Calli asked as several of the others’ eyes went wide. “Ina, why do you have an incantation?”

“I thought you were a human.” Kronii spoke for those in the know.

The priestess nodded. “I am human, humu humu. I’m just also more than that.”

“Oh!” The clock fully understood. “Like Shinji.”

“Like Shinji, humu humu.”

A moment of silence before Reggie spoke up. “Doesn’t that mean the ritual’s been completed already?”

“Yep!” Ina turned back to the gathered crowd and waved. “We’re going home now! Bye!”

“Wait, Priestess!” Zip! Before anyone knew what’d happened, all eleven members of HoloEN were back on Earth, gathered in the parking lot of a KFP.

Kiara’s eyes lit up with a revelation. “So you’re the one who put that ritual circle there! I thought it was some other cult, so I had my lil’ chickens clean it up.”

“It’s alright, I’d already- oya!” Ina was caught off-guard by the detective squeezing her with all her strength. “Ame, you’re crushing me.”

“Waaaaah!” With everything said and done, Amelia’s face was buried in Ina’s shoulder.

Bae’s phone went off. “Sorry, girls, that’s Omega. Glad you’re safe Ina!”

“Yeah, your boy’s gotta run, too.” Calli patted the priestess on the back. “Don’t scare us like that again, k?”

“I won’t,” she promised, still in the middle of a hug that might never end.

Gura tugged on the detective’s sleeve, but she didn’t get a response. “Watson?”

“Gura, I think we should give them a minute.” Kiara gestured to her restaurant not too far away. “Come and get some Phoenix Nuggets when you’re ready, girls!”

“Thanks, Kiara.” It seemed like it might be a while. Might get hungry by then.

Eventually, Ame did let go…mostly. She still hung on to one hand. “I’m keeping the paper, by the way.”

“Oya oya~” Ina smiled at her. “Just make sure I’m not in the shower when you use it. That’d be kinda weird.”

“Heh…Maybe I won’t.” A gremlin grin with a bit of a chuckle.

Maybe, just maybe, Ina hoped that might happ-

“You called?”

[bellamyblake]

Bellarke + things Bellamy said when he was high on painkillers:

She finds him buried under a pile of blankets, mumbling something under his nose and the minute she enters the room and sees him like this it makes her smile.

He was brought in a few days back after a hunting trip gone really wrong where he slipped down a very steep hill and broke his left leg in three places.

And a few of his ribs.

Also sprained his wrist.

And split his head open.

He was in a lot of pain and he refused taking painkillers on account that they didn’t have that much left and he could deal with the pain. 

But he had become a grumpy annoyed at everything mess and the times when she wasn’t mad at him for snapping, she was feeling sorry for finding him writhing in bed, sweating and quietly cursing.

But now her mom had finally had enough of him and with the help of Miller and Octavia who held him down, she finally stuck the needle into his neck much to his initial disapproval.

The thing Clarke didn’t know is that Bellamy on drugs was a five year old child. 

“Hey, old man” she had greeted him as she sat and pulled the blankets down to find him smiling to himself and giving her a loving look the minute he saw her there.

“Clarkeyyyy”

Actually, maybe three year old, now that Clarke thinks about it. 

“How are you doing, Bell?” she removes a stubborn curl from his forehead and leans down to kiss his cheek which makes him squirm in delight. 

He got really cuddly when he was sick. Needed her constant and much demanded attention.

“Missed you.” he mumbles and much like a cat, grabs her hand and puts it back on his head. She tries to stifle a chuckle but keeps running her fingers through his hair.

“Are you in pain?” she asks casually and he shakes his head as he keeps burying his nose in her fingers and moving to the right corner of the bed as much as he can with his broken body.

“Your mom gave me the nice drugs.” he whispers and pulls the blanket off “Come ‘ere” he slurred the words and she feels her heart burst at his fond expression.

“Can’t, Bell. I got a meeting with Raven and Monty to talk about wiring the fence again.”

“No!” suddenly he’s panicking and she furrows her eyebrows confused when he catches her wrist and starts pulling her down “You just came. They can wait.”

“Bellamy...”

“I’m hurt” and that’s how she’s sure that the painkillers are working. She has never heard him utter those words out. It’s always been “I’m fine” or “It’s nothing” even when they had brought him home and carried him inside on a stretcher, bleeding out. 

“My uh...” he stutters when he realizes what he’d just said out loud “My knee hurts a bit.”

“I thought everything was fine?” she raises an eyebrow but at the puppy eyes he gives her she has pretty much relented. “Fine...fifteen minutes.” 

He beams. Literally beams. 

It makes her wonder if that’s what he must’ve looked like when he was a little boy. Did his mom’s heart clench the same way when he looked at her like that? 

She lays down next to him and he quickly buries himself in her. She ends up holding him, pulling his head to her chest and running it through his hair like before. At some point a relief sigh escapes his lips.

“You like that?”

“Mhm” he buries his nose in her chest and wraps his good arm over her wrist, trying to pull her closer. “You’re so soft...”

“Oh I am?”

“And you smell so nice.”

“Well thank you for the compliment, Bellamy.” she likes this. 

Holding him close, his breath fanning her neck, his heart beat finally strong again, the small smile of his lips. Usually it was him who held her, he who made sure she was fine, he who cradled her in his arms and she was happy to return the favor at last.

“Can’t wait to marry you so we can do this every day.” the words make her freeze and she looks down at him completely stunned but all he does is bury his head even closer and furrow his eyebrows because she stopped her movements. 

She clears her throat nervously and feels herself blush.

Sure, they’ve been living peacefully for the last three years and she had been sharing a cabin with him for a few months now but she never thought she’d hear him utter those exact words.

“Uh...sure, I uh...guess we can do that.” she says with a smile and when he shoves his nose in her hand, demanding that she keeps stroking him she continues her movements.

“That’s unless you don’t want to marry me?” he looks up at her and his eyes are so wide she can see her reflection in them. “You don’t have to if you hate me but I got a nice ring and all.”

“Ring?”

“And if you don’t want a ring that’s okay too!” he pulls away suddenly freaked out by her stunned reaction. He looks so scared, she wants to hug him again but his arm is looped around her waist and he keeps moving so he could face her .

“We can get matching tattoos or,or we can tie a leather bracelet around our wrists, or...or we can uh..we don’t have to have anything. It can be a small thing. I was thinking maybe down by the river since you like it so much. I’d gather the flowers for your hair, those small purple ones you love and you don’t have to put on a dress or anything, unless you want to, I was thinking of exchanging my boots for this green one I saw on the Polis fair and I guess I can find a decent shirt or just that blue t-shirt you love-”

She leans down and interrupts him with a kiss, her heart bursting at the thought of how much he’s been wondering and thinking about them like this, her eyes filling with tears because of how much love they had for each other. 

When they finally pull away she’s cupping his face and he’s staring at her with the fondest, softest smile on his face.

“Does that mean you’ll marry me?”

“Bellamy, you’re high!” she laughs and pulls another curl away from his cheek this time.

“Still mean it!” he waits with fear until she finally nods “Yeah....yeah I will marry you.”

He smiles and pulls her close again. She holds him and runs her hand on his back until he starts drifting off.

“So soft...” he mumbles before his mouth falls open and he drools on her chest while all she can think about is how much she can’t wait to spend the rest of her life with him. 

[tirstyspngirl]

Demonic Overdose

Febuwhump Day 7: Poisoning

Fandom: Supernatural

TW: Non-consensual Drug Use

Word Count: 1255

Tags: Hurt Sam Winchester, protective Dean Winchester, Hurt/Comfort, demonic possession, non-consensual drug use

Dean stepped from the shadows once he heard the angry roar. Whoever the Demon was, they weren’t very smart. Dean had set several different devil’s traps around the warehouse. Some on the floor, some on the lower ceilings areas. This dumbass had walked into the first one. And it wasn’t even super well hidden.

As Dean stepped from out of his hiding spot, the demons’ head whipped around to face him. The demon grinned maliciously and Dean shivered. It was eerie seeing his normally kind and empathetic brother’s face with such a cold and viscous grin.

“Hey, Dean. I think I have something of yours. You want it back?”

“Get out of him you son of a bitch.”

“But why? I’m having so much fun. This meatsuit is impeccable. The muscles are nice and toned. I can reach the top shelf anywhere I go. I think I might stay.”

“No you won't, you dick.” Dean said as he pulled John’s journal up to read the exorcism.

“Oh! I almost forgot. One thing before you start.” Before Dean could even react, the demon pulled a small bottle from Sam’s jacket. He popped it open and dumped the entire bottle in his mouth.

“What was that?” Dean demanded

The only response he received was another malevolent smirk.

“Tell me!”

“Now why would I do that? It takes away all the fun.”

“You son of a bitch, I hope you rot in hell.” Dean growled. Dean spat out the exorcism as fast as he could without mangling the words. The second the black smoke finished pouring out of Sam’s mouth, Sam collapsed to the ground.

“Sammy!” Dean screamed as he ran towards his brother. “Hey, little brother. Are you with me?”

Sam gave no movement at Dean’s words. Dean shook him, but there was no response. He tried grinding his knuckles into Sam’s sternum and still received no response. Dean double checked that Sam still had a pulse and was relieved to feel one, weak as it was. Sam’s breathing was far too slow and shallow to be adequate. He turned Sam towards him until he laid on his side and stuck his fingers down Sam’s throat. Sam gagged but didn’t puke, so Dean tried again, slightly increasing the pressure at the back of Sam’s throat. Finally, Sam puked. Several half digested white pills came tumbling out with some stomach acid.

Dean realized then that he was out of his league. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed 911. The operator stayed on the line with him as he waited for the ambulance to arrive. The warehouse was on the outskirts of the city meaning it would take a little bit longer for them to arrive. Dean was thankful they weren’t out in the damn boonies.

Dean kept a hand pressed to his brother’s neck, trying not to panic as long as he still felt the thump of Sam’s heart. Finally, Dean heard sirens in the distance. He’d never been so thankful for that sound in his life. Usually they avoided those sirens like the plague, but today Dean was happy to hear them.

The medics came rushing in and quickly took control of the situation. Dean explained what had happened, sans demon of course, as they assessed him. Dean just watched as they placed a mask over Sam’s mouth and squeezed air into his lungs for him. They set up an IV and pushed some sort of medication that brought Sam to a little more awareness. As soon as Sam was semi-conscious, they loaded him onto the stretcher and into the ambulance. Dean followed behind in the Impala. He wanted to be in the back of the bus with Sam, but they were gonna need a quick escape from the hospital, so Baby needed to be there with them.

At the ER, the doctors asked Dean countless questions, many that Dean didn’t even know, like what Sam took and where he got the meds from. Of course he also had to fill out the insurance info. Dean tried to get them to release him, but the doctor insisted he be kept for observation. They needed to question Sam once he was awake more and determine whether or not a psych hold was in order.

Dean was permitted to sit with his brother once he’d been admitted and settled into his room. He didn’t relax until he saw Sam shifting and his eyes fluttered open. Dean felt a wave of relief pass over him and most of his tension melted away.

“Heya Sammy. How’re you feeling little brother?”

“Like I got run over by a truck.”

“I’m sure. The doc will probably be in soon. She wants to get your story. She wants to place you in a psych hold, so choose your words wisely. As soon as things settle for tonight we’ll break out, ok?”

Sam nodded in response and searched his brain for the best story that would sound believable and keep him off the hold. Dean was gonna struggle to get him out if he was locked up in the psych ward. Before he could settle on the best option, there was a knock at the door and a tall blonde woman in a white coat walked into the room.

Sam decided in that instant to go with what most possessions victims experienced, blackout. He explained to the doctor that he had absolutely no recollection of the past 2 nights and pleaded with her that he had absolutely no desire to off himself. Luckily she bought it enough to not impose a psych hold, but she did put in an order for a psychologist to visit in the morning before he could be released. Sam agreed to the terms, only because they planned on leaving during the night, but she didn’t need to know that. Dean prepped the car, moving as close as possible now that the parking lot was less empty and brought in extra clothes for Sam to change into.

They waited until the night nurse was doing his rounds. As soon as he finished checking on Sam, Dean helped him dress hastily and transferred him into a wheelchair. Sam fought against it, but Dean convinced him that it would work best if they could get out fast, and Sam was still a little unsteady on his feet. Dean peeked out the door and waited for the nurse to enter another patient’s room, and booked down the hall and into the elevator. As soon as Sam was safely loaded into the Impala, they flew out of the parking lot, and straight to the motel. Dean made Sam stay in the car as he quickly packed up the motel and they were on the road in less than 10 minutes.

“I’ll start looking for a case for us once we get to the next city.”

“No way Sammy. We’re taking a break dude.”

“What? No. I’m fine Dean.”

“Sam, stop. You literally almost died from overdose, dude. No way are we hunting for at least a week. You are gonna rest. If that means I have to chain you to the bed, then I will.”

Sam opened up his mouth to argue, but once glance at Dean’s face and he wisely chose to shut up. Sam was no match for a big brother in mother hen mode over a sick or injured little brother. Sam smiled at the thought. He didn’t know what he’d do without his protective big brother.