Disclaimer: I don't not own Dean or Sam or anything from the world of Supernatural
A/N: This is my first supernatural story, and I just love hurt Sam! Is that bad? Anyways this is pre-series where Sam is 13 and Dean is 17. John and the boys are going on a simple hunt but when Sam has been in pain and gets hurt on the hunt and tries to play it cool what happens?
Sam's P.O.V
Just a few more steps, I said to myself. A few more steps and I would be home, or well back to the motel I call home for this week. School was killer today and my on going headaches weren't getting any better. I looked up from staring at my feet to see the large sign that read Forest Grove Motel. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, relieved to get inside the motel room and pop some Advil into my system. I opened the door hoping to have the room to myself since Dean would still be in school later then me.
"How's it going Sammy!" I heard a voice yell from inside the bathroom. Just great, all I wanted was to take a nice little nap and sleep off the growing pain and dizziness in my head.
"Aren't you supposed to be a school, and can you grab the Advil while you're in there." I said to Dean throwing down my backpack and pinching the bridge of my nose.
"No dad needed me to help clean the guns for our hunt tonight. And why do you need Advil?" Dean said strolling out of the bathroom. I had almost forgot about the hunt tonight, a basic case of a werewolf destroying a town and killing the locals in the woods, an easy case. I looked up from staring at the group to try and grab the bottle but the room was spinning and the inevitable feeling of throwing up was coming. I swallowed hard and kept a smile on my face before grabbing the bottle and dry swallowing two of the pills.
"Wow little guy, you feeling already your looking pretty pale. You feeling up to this hunt?" Dean asked me grabbing my face and searching it over looking for any sickness. I knew I couldn't let Dean catch on since he already didn't like me going on this hunt.
"Knock it off Dean I'm fine." I said slapping his hands away in a weak motion and resting my head against the bed. I silently screamed on the inside; the motions wracking my brain, the sooner we get this hunt over the better I thought.
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"Alright I'm going to go inside the house, Dean go around back and make sure everything is clear before coming in. Sam you stay out front and make sure no one follows me in, remember shoot first think later." Dad said as we approached the house deep inside the woods.
"Dad I don't think we should leave Sam alone I mean what if-" Dean began to say the worry obviously laced through his voice.
"Dean! Sam is fine okay, now go around back and stop worrying." Dad said cutting Dean off and running in through the front door. Dean was soon taking off to the back of the house gun in hand.
I stood outside watching, waiting to hear a gunshot. I tapped my gun against my leg, it always felt heavier whenever I had it on a hunt. I heard a crackle in the distance and stood up from my sitting position, I looked around to see darkness. "Dean?" I called out hopeful to see my big brother running my way. I turned to look into the forest, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in my bad and the instant feeling of warmth. I was about to scream out in pain when a pair of clawed hands came around my mouth muting my sounds.
"Well, well, well, what do we got here?" I heard a deep raspy voice come from behind me. I shuddered at the sound trying to grab for my gun. the werewolf saw my desperate attempt and threw me against a nearby tree with brute force. I heard the snapping of not only branches but bones. I huddled up in pain a whimper escaping my mouth, before the werewolf was in front of me.
"This should teach you to stay off my pack and I's land." He had before kicking me relentlessly and landing punches all over my stomach, legs, cut up back, and face. I closed my eyes the pain engulfing me and I heard the sound of leaves crunching in the distance. I turned my head and opened my eyes seeing the wolf start walking into the house. I knew I had to get up and help dad and Dean, my body fought every once of my movement. I yelped out in pain my leg buckling under me and I could feel the bone twisted in an awkward angle. I slid up and inched my way towards the house grabbing my jacket to cover the cuts and using the surrounding trees to support my failing legs. I heard a gunshot and my heart instantly dropped, I needed to find Dean, what if he was hurt I said to myself. I staggered through the door pushing away at the dark spots in my vision and looking at the sight in front of me. Dean was next to Dad with the dead werewolf bleeding out on the ground. I leaned against the door relief flushing over me.
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Dean's P.O.V
"Get away from my dad you bastard!" I yelled shooting the werewolf straight through the heart and helping my dad up, he was bleeding from his temple from being pushed over but seemed fine. I stared up and looked at the doorway to see Sammy standing in it resting his head against the frame.
"Sammy! Are you okay?" I said running over to him slipping my gun back behind my shirt. I looked at his face and saw there was a cut bleeding along with a thin layer of sweat and a pale complexion to him.
"D-Dean I'm fine, lets just get back to the motel." Sam said not opening his eyes and letting out a long and shallow breath. His reaction didn't seem to persuade me but I wanted to get home and sleep also so I didn't argue. I grabbed the duffle that was brought in and looked at dad who was walking towards the door.
"How could you be so careless! To let a werewolf in from where you were guarding." Dad said storming up to Sam and pushing him back.
Sam's mouth hung open and his forehead withered in pain, causing me to go into protective mode. "Hey knock it off dad! Sam are you sure you're okay?" I said placing my hand on Sam's shoulder where he instantly flinched.
He stumbled away from me and started walking towards the impala. I glared at dad before walking in front of Sam, but behind dad who was leading the way. As the journey got steeper Sam was slowly falling behind, his small frame was taking increasingly slower steps and he was sweating and breathing sharply. I stopped and walked back to where sam was trailing behind. I took a second to look at Sam, realizing he was limping and with every step he closed his eyes and tried to breath. "Sammy what's going on with you." I said concerned.
Sam looked up at me, his puppy dog eyes staring into mine before he collapsed into me. I took off my duffle and called for dad who was still walking ahead of us. "Sammy! Sam! What's wrong, Sam tell me what's wrong." I said laying him down. He instantly winced as his back touched the ground and I decided to prop his head up on my legs. I felt warmth hit my jeans and I rolled Sam over lifting up his jacket to see three huge scratch marks and blood pouring out of them. I instantly started checking Sam for more injuries.
"Dean what happened!" My dad yelled to me running up besides me and grabbing at Sam's face, shaking it to see if he could get any response.
"I don't know he just collapsed! Dad he's got some nasty cuts on his back, and I don't know what else- what do we do!" I said desperation in me seeping out.
"We need to get him to the car so we can check everything! Can you carry him?" Dad said the urgency in him showing as he picked up my duffle.
I grabbed Sam as he let out a scream of pain, I couldn't help but instantly feeling guilty because I hurt Sam, I pushed hair out of his face and whispered words of encouragement to him. I fast walked knowing that running would hurt Sam. The walk to the car was about an hour because we were so deep into the woods. We propped Sam down on the side of the road needing the space. "Dad Sam's unconscious- this- this isn't good." I said as my hands were shaking.
"Dean get it together, we need to see what else is wrong with Sam okay." My dad said attempting to snap me back into reality. We took quick assessments seeing Sam has a broken leg, broken arm, dislocated shoulder, broken ribs, the scratches, and who knew what else we couldn't see.
"Alright Dean we need to get him into the car, get him back to the motel." Dad said rushing to open the passenger door.
"Are you crazy this is something for the hospital! Dad come on." I said trying to get through his stubborn mind.
"A hospital is too far away and we need to get him fixed up okay!" Dad yelled back at me. He motion for me to pick up Sam and I did, gently pulling up his light weight. I awkwardly climbed into the car laying sam across the seats his head resting in mine. Dad jumped into the driver's seat and hit the gas driving down the winding road. I pet Sam's hair looking at his beat up self and laughing at my stupidity. How could I believe he was fine.
"Sammy come on now wake up!" I cried at him trying to shake his one good shoulder. "Dad- I don't think Sam is breathing." I said realizing his chest was no longer rising.