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| Chapter 29; Sammy missing... | |
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| Crissi Marie | May 1 2011, 01:30 PM Post #1 |
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Chapter 29 When Dean made it upstairs he was surprised to find Sammy not in bed. He quickly sat everything on the nightstand and went looking for his AWOL little brother. Dean searched the entire upstairs and attic. He wasn't anywhere upstairs. He came rushing downstairs as he hollered, "Dad. Bobby?" They met him at the kitchen door mirroring concerned expressions. "Have you seen Sammy? He's not upstairs." Dean rushed out not able to hide the panic he felt as it started to bleed through into his voice. "Well he couldn't have gotten far; he's weak as a newborn kitten." Bobby commented as he tried to reassure Dean. "Well that make me feel so much better, Bobby." Dean retorted back as he searched the downstairs. "I'll look in the basement." John said as he started for the basement door. "No. He won't go down there without me; besides did you see him pass you?" Dean stated as he headed for the front door. "I'll check the back part of the yard then." John said as he changed direction to head towards the back door. "I'll check the outbuildings and the stacks." Bobby added as he followed John out the back. "Sammy!" Dean called from the porch. He could feel his heart speed up and his breathing become rapid as his panic level increased. He looked around as he tried to think where Sammy would go. Why the hell had he even left the house? Dean wondered frantically. The impala sat gleaming in the light. She seemed to beckon him to her and before Dean really thought about it he was beside the car and looking in the back window. Sammy's quilt was there on the back seat but Sammy wasn't. He was about to call out to his dad when he heard a retching sound near the side of the stack of flattened trucks. He raced over and found Sammy on his knees as he threw up. He fell to his knees beside Sammy and grabbed him around the shoulder with his arms, not thinking about his casted arm as he held onto his baby brother. Sammy sagged against Dean as he told him. "I can't…" and Sammy was throwing up again. "Sammy what the hell?" Dean asked as he turned his head and yelled behind him, "Dad, Bobby over here!" Sammy was crying and throwing up at the same time as he tried to talk, "Can't stop." He gasped out before he was throwing up again. "Dude, you don't have anymore in your stomach… how can you still be puking?" Dean asked worriedly. John and Bobby raced over and came to a stumbling stop beside them. "That's it…" Bobby snapped as he looked down at the boys, "A friend called and told me something to try but he'd quit vomiting, so I didn't make any." "Friend?" John asked as he looked up from where he was knelt beside the boys. "Kitty… she said her daughter had almost the same symptoms and this stopped her from puking." "And you're just now telling me this?" John snapped pissed off that he seemed be the only one out of the loop on this thing with Sammy. "Actually, I was reading about it when you came down stairs. I was going to discuss it with you after I had all the facts." Bobby snarled as he told them, "Let's get him back inside." "His quilt's in the car, will you get it?" Dean asked Bobby as John took a dry heaving Sammy away from him. Dean followed John closely as Bobby followed up the rear. John sat Sammy down on the couch. Sammy fell back exhausted as the dry heaves finally stopped. John and Dean flanked either side of Sammy as Dean asked Bobby, "What's the cure?" Bobby smiled as he said, "Fresh onion juice and peppermint tea. It's an old family recipe. She swears it will work." "You're telling me onion juice and peppermint will stop puking… I would think it would make it worse." Dean commented as he curled his nose. "Dean the recipe is on the table on how to do it. Go read it." Bobby told him shaking his head as he added, "You can help me make it while your dad entertains Sammy." Dean frowned as he started to protest, but looking over he saw Sammy was asleep. "Okay. But that's going to stink." Dean commented as he headed for the kitchen to get a look at the recipe himself. He found a piece of paper on the table where Bobby said it would be in Bobby's unmistakable handwriting, Onion Juice Recipe: 1. Prepare peppermint tea and allow to cool. 2. Grate an onion and squeeze the pulp through a cheese cloth (if desperate, just use a paper towel). Make 1 Tablespoon of Fresh Onion Juice. 3. Hold your nose and swallow the onion juice. 4. Follow with just 1 Tablespoon of peppermint tea. Wait ten minutes. Take another Tablespoon of peppermint tea. Wait 15 minutes. This remedy should stop vomiting within 15 minutes, according to Kitty. The peppermint tea helps to re-hydrate you. When Dean finished reading, he laughed as he looked up at Bobby while Bobby put on a kettle of water for tea on and grab the grater out of the cabinet. "Grab me an onion out of the onion bin." "You have an onion bin?" Dean asked, looking around curiously. "Yeah, right next to the potato bin, idgit." Bobby said with a grin as he got a cheese cloth out of the drawer, grabbed a bowl and the grater and came over to the table. "You really going to make Sammy drink this?" Dean asked, curling his nose once again. "Yep." Bobby replied as he glanced at Dean. "You said Kitty's daughter had similar symptoms? Did she… is she." Dean stopped talking as he looked at his hands, before he laid the onion on the table. "She's fine. She has an eating disorder. I think Sammy may too." Bobby told him bluntly. Dean tilted his head to the side as he asked, "What? Sammy doesn't…" He stopped and bit his lip. "What Dean?" Bobby asked as he looked up from the onion he was grating. "Boys don't have those kinds of problems. Girls worry about that kind of thing." Dean stated as he tried to work things out in his head. "What? The 'I got left behind because I'm too fat to keep up' kind of thing?" Bobby asked harshly. "I never said…" Dean snapped instantly pissed off. "No." Bobby agreed before he continued, "But if Sammy overheard your dad then he knew what your dad thought." Dean sat down hard as he thought about what he and Sammy had talked about, "He did say he heard dad that night… he just told me… he was afraid I felt the same way." Dean said softly as he looked up at Bobby. "How do we make him better?" "Kitty says it's a long process. But first we stop the throwing up and then we get healthy things in him. Then we work on his feeling worthless." Bobby told him as plainly as he could without getting into everything at the moment. "Hey." Dean jumped up. "Hold your purse strings there cowboy, I said his feelings… as in he feels this way and we need to change that." Bobby said, not pausing in what he was doing. Dean smiled wanly as he sat back down. After a few seconds Dean commented, "Cowboys don't have purse strings. They have saddlebags." Bobby threw back his head and laughed as he got the last of the onion ready and went over to make the tea. Dean asked as he followed Bobby around, "And this won't make him sick?" "No, Dean. It will stop it." Bobby sighed as he thought silently, if he asks just one more time… TBC TinyNote: I actually got this recipe from the internet on a home remedy blog, it was an old family recipe of the girl that posted it. I wrote down who and where so I could post it with the story but I can't find it now… ugh! I didn't think you'd want me to wait until I located the info so… |
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