Summary: Two-shot. Tag to my story 'Forgetting To Be Brothers'. The aftermath of the events and Sam and Dean patching things up. Just an excuse for more brotherly love and angst.
Author's note: You need to read 'Forgetting To Be Brothers' first otherwise this would make no sense. Set season 8. Oh and by the way, I suck at thinking of titles.
Chapter 1
Dean supported a limping Sam as he pulled him into the room that was once shared by him, Sam and Benny, and then by just him and Benny since Sam had left three weeks ago.
"You sit down. Let me just grab the first aid kit and then I'll sort you out." Dean said while gently setting Sam down on Benny's bed-
"No, Sam's, it's Sam's bed. The bed next to his was always Sam's, always had been in every motel room that they had been in." Dean interrupted mentally, he was done replacing Sam.
He heard Sam mumble a quiet "thanks Dean" as he went to grab the first aid kit from the bathroom, he knew he didn't just have Sam's physical wounds to fix, but his emotional ones too. Even before the time, however long it was, that Sam was with the hunters, he had been torn apart by Dean, and as far as apologies go, Dean felt that the one he had given Sam early hadn't been enough.
When he returned to Sam, he noticed Sam was trying to bend his fingers on the hand that he had broken, probably hoping that his wrist hadn't been as broken as he had thought, he watched as Sam winced as his fingers moved a bit, but they were still quite stiff.
"Hey, stop that!" he criticized, moving to sit next to Sam opening the kit on the way. He picked out the gauze to wrap Sam's wrist, setting the kit down behind him on the bed, he then turned fully to face Sam, cautiously gripping Sam's arm and pulling it more towards him so he could see what he was doing. He slowly unrolled the gauze around Sam's wrist and half of his hand, once finished he tied the end of the gauze around another bit of the roll to make sure it didn't unravel. Whilst doing so he tried to figure out what to do with Sam's collar bone, he knew to properly heal it up Sam would have to keep it completely in a sling for a few weeks, but knowing Sam, being the stubborn, fidgety guy he is, he wouldn't have the patience to wear a sling for a day, must less a few weeks, and with it being Sam's right collar bone, that also meant that Sam wouldn't be able to write either, which would really annoy Sam.
"You should really have your right arm in a sling to fix that shoulder." Dean explained, figuring it's best to explain stuff to Sam, rather than forcing him into it.
"No. I just won't move it much, I can't really anyway, it's too painful." Sam still sounded so broken and empty, the words were grumbled out, his eyes were casted down and he was picking at the blanket beneath him.
"Okay, that's fine. Any writing you need doing, you tell me alright?" Dean smiled a small smile at Sam when he looked up at him in shock.
"Hey, don't look at me like that; I'm always there to help. You know that." Dean said honestly, although the 'you know that' seemed like a lie, because he wasn't sure if Sam did know that, Dean had left him to get tortured by a group of hunters after all.
"You don't have to help me anymore Dean, not if you don't want to." Sam replied quietly.
"Sam-" Dean knew that Sam's train of thought had something to do with the past few weeks, mainly the stuff he had said to Sam, he started trying to explain not really wanting to go into this now but he knew he had to say something, but Sam cut him off.
"I mean you chose to believe Benny for a reason, and not just because it looked like I was trying to attack him. Didn't you even notice his bite on my neck? You didn't even give me a chance to explain... Why? Is it because of what I've done? You don't trust me anymore, do you?" Sam rushed out before Dean could even really process what was happening.
"Sam, hang on! I-" Dean tried to cut in, but was interrupted again.
"I know I let you down by leaving you in Purgatory, but you've got to understand that I didn't just forget about you. I just couldn't do it anymore. Everyone was gone, Dean, everyone, anyone that we've ever got close to was gone, Crowley had Kevin, and what was I meant to do? Go up against Crowley alone? I wouldn't have been able to last a minute fighting him, hell he could rip us apart in a second if he really wanted to. I had no one for back-up, I couldn't ask any other hunters, I can't trust them, not after Tim and Reggie-" Sam stopped instantly when he heard the names Tim and Reggie fall out of his mouth, he had never told Dean about that, was too scared too, too scared that Dean wouldn't have cared.
Dean frowned, "Tim and Reggie? Who the hell are they? When has Sam been with other hunters without me?" He thought.
"Tim? Reggie? Who are they?" He voiced, he watched as Sam suddenly turned green and his breathing picked up, slowly starting to hyperventilate.
"Hey! Whoa! Sam, slow down. Slow your breathing down, Sam." Dean soothed, reaching over to rub Sam's bare back. But Sam's breathing didn't seem to slow down, at all, instead it pick up.
"No. No. I can't. Can't. Tell you. You'll hate me." Sam panted out between breaths; it was getting harder for his lungs to pull in air.
"Yes. Yes you can Sam. I won't hate you, I swear, I promise I won't hate you." Dean tried to reassure his brother, his heart jumped when Sam's eyes started rolling back into his lids and just managed to catch Sam when he suddenly listed sideways away from him, his eyes were still rolling around in their sockets as Dean wrapped his arms around Sam and pulled him closer to him.
"Sammy please." He whispered fearfully, his worry for Sam doubling each second stayed unresponsive. He didn't notice that Cas had come in from killing Benny and disposing of the body until two fingers landed on Sam's forehead and Sam's eyes slid closed and his head lolled to the side.
"Sorry, I figured he needed to rest." Cas apologized when Dean stared up at him.
"No, no it's okay, he does, he got a bit worked up about something and started to panic." Dean explained to reassure the angel that he done the right thing.
"What did he start to panic about?" The angel asked as Dean stood and pulled Sam fully onto the bed before laying him down.
"I don't really know... Something to do with hunters? He said he couldn't trust hunters, because of something that happened with two hunters."
"If you want I can search Sam's memories? To find out what happened." Cas offered.
"No. I want Sam to tell me. Anyway I don't want to invade Sam's privacy by doing that." Dean shook his head at the idea, he wanted Sam to feel like he can talk to him, he gently lay a hand on Sam's forehead, checking for a fever, whilst his other hand went to Sam's neck, feeling for his pulse, making sure it wasn't too fast. There was no fever, but Sam's heart rate was a bit quick, but nothing to worry about, and his breathing had evened out which was also a good sign.
"He should wake in an hour or so, I will leave you two alone for a bit, give you a chance to talk to your brother when he wakes." Cas disappeared before Dean could say anything, leaving Dean to finish bandaging Sam up.
"Okay wrist done, shoulder sorted, kind of, what else, what else?" Dean asked himself his eyes raking over Sam's body, landing on his denim clad legs. "He was limping, so something's wrong with one of his legs." He considered taking Sam's jeans off fully, but wanted Sam to keep some dignity, and besides Sam's jeans were torn at the knees anyway, far too tatty for a pair of jeans Sam would ever consider wearing, being the neat freak he is. So in the end he decided to cut the jeans as far up as he needed to, to see what was wrong. He took the pair of scissors they kept in the kit and cut up the fabric of Sam's left leg, looking at ankle on the way, it looked fine. He was just about to move onto the right leg when he saw that the skin under Sam's knee was a horrible shade of blue, which Dean guessed was the culprit of Sam's limp, cutting higher up to reveal Sam's knee he gasped and then had to swallow down the bile that had rushed up his throat. Sam's knee was just a mass of swollen and bruised skin, just a mixture of purple, blue, green, yellow and red.
"How the hell can this be that bruised?!" His mind screamed.
"Oh my God, Sammy." This was bad, like hospital bad, but Sam hated hospitals. He didn't think Sam needed it to be put in a cast, but it needed some kind of support, hell he didn't even know what was wrong with it. He decided to wait until Sam woke up to find out what had happened to his knee, because surely Sam would know. He left the knee how it was, and then settled down on his own bed, he would have a little nap before Sam woke up, so he could cater to Sam's every need when he woke, because he owed Sam that much.
He found himself drifting off quicker than he thought he would.
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Two hours later...
Sam woke feeling every bit of his body that is causing him pain, he opened his eyes open and, for a moment, he thought he would be back in that dark basement, he thought he would still being held captive by Randy and his crew. Then he remembered Dean, Dean had fought for him, hadn't let Randy kill him, and then had apologized for saying what he had when they had their fight, and although the apology had sounded genuine and heart-felt, Sam still had his doubts, not that he didn't believe what Dean had said, it was his own low self-esteem that still made him think that he still nothing but a burden to Dean.
When he realised that Dean wasn't there fussing over him like he used to when he was hurt, he searched the room for his brother, and soon found Dean lying on the other bed, his head turned towards him and his eyes were closed. Sam smiled when he saw that Dean was drooling slightly, finding it highly amusing.
He needed the bathroom, but knew he wouldn't get far on his knee; he stared at Dean, not really wanting to wake him. He turned to look at the bathroom, trying to calculate the distance.
"Come on Sam, it's not far, it's only there." He forced himself up to sit on the bed, and then slowly lifted his legs off the bed, wincing when he accidently bent his injured leg, which sent a sharp pain up the rest of his leg. He made sure his feet were flat on the floor before pushing himself up, stumbled forward a bit, barely managing to catch himself on the dresser that was next to his bed. He set his eyes on the bathroom door, determined to make it there, relief himself, and make it back to his bed before his leg gave out on him.
He practically hopped to the bathroom, putting the least amount of weight on his leg as he possibly could, balancing himself again on the closed door like he had on the dresser. He made quick use of the toilet, he started on his journey back, but unfortunately, when he had to turn from the toilet to the door he had to use his injured leg. The momentum causing his knee cap to dislocate again, and he fell hard.
Dean wasn't sure if it was the heavy thud or the familiar cry of pain that startled him awake, but he was off the bed and practically running to the bathroom in a second. He just knew Sam was in there, and had made those noises that terrified him.
Screwing the thought of giving Sam some privacy, he barged into the small bathroom, taking in the sight of Sam sitting on the floor, his uninjured leg folded under him while his injured one was stretched out in front of him. He felt slightly nauseated whilst looking at Sam's knee, it was oddly shaped, with a slight bulge on the side of his knee.
"Crap Sammy, what happened? Are you alright?" Dean approached and knelt by him, looking at his knee closely.
"It's dislocated. And hurts." He was getting sick of Sam's now always quiet voice, it's like he had no confidence left to even talk to anyone. That wasn't Sam, sure Sam was quieter than he was, but he was never shy unless around some of the girls Dean usually likes to hook up with.
"Ouch. Is that why it's so swollen and bruised? Because it's been dislocated before?" Dean's fingers hovered usefully over his knee, not really wanting to cause Sam anymore pain by touching it.
"Yeah, many times. I think Randy was going for a record."
"What?! Randy did this!" Dean gasped, Randy was still supposed to be a hunter, and part of the job description was not to hurt innocent people, and yes Sam was the innocent person in this, he never did anything to Randy, anger surged through him.
"It should have been me, not Sammy." He thought sadly.
"Yeah, he was very good at torturing... It was scary." The last part was mumbled even quieter that the rest, and Dean gulped. His little brother had been scared, and he hadn't been there to help. He moved closer, letting Sam lean on him.
"I think we need to go to a hospital Sammy." Dean explained, surprised when Sam just nodded against him.
An "okay" was spoken softly, and Dean wrapped his arms around Sam and pulled him up with him, worrying all over again at Sam's weight, he was too light.
"It's alright Sammy, I'll get you fixed up, you'll be as good as new soon." He reassured his little brother as he carried him out of the motel room to the car.
This was going to be a one shot, but it's getting a bit long so I decided to separate it into two. I know nothing about broken bones or dislocated knee, so don't make fun of my rubbish medical knowledge. But I have dislocated my knee twice before, so I do know that it hurts. Please review, let me know what you think.