Dean quickly deteriorated once Tomahawk was in their rearview. Sam kept glancing over from the drivers side,brows cinched in concern.
"He what?!" Sam exclaimed after Dean told him Pete more or less threw over the banister. Dean grimaced,holding his head in his hands.
"Volume,Sammy..."
"Sorry. "
After assesing that Dean was not gonna puke all over the place,Sam kept driving,still glancing over at his brother. Not so subtly,he grabbed a plastic bag and rested in on Dean's lap.
"Dean, need anything?" Sam asked quietly,pulling off to fill up for gas and grab a few snacks awhile later. God,Dean looked awful. The blossoming reddish purple bruise on half his face was already starting to swell. The elder Winchester also said he was dizzy and that "everything hurt." when Sam triaged him outside of the plant earlier that night. Admitting this was a big enough red flag for Sam..
Dean barely shook his head,his body stiff with pain, "M'good." he rested his head against the cool passenger side window,breathing in and out slowly. Sam winced in sympathy as he went inside and paid for the gas and a Red Bull for the road...
"Want some of the strong stuff?" Sam asks,again in the same quiet tone,fully aware of the silence in the car. Dean must really be hurting to have not even talked for the last 3 hours of driving...
They kept a stash of heay duty pain killers in their med kit for neccessary occasions. But Dean just shook his head,barely...
Sam sighed in relief,finally having made it into the "We're almost home"phase of autopilot. The road to the bunk he knew like the back of his hand. With the destination in sight,he felt the weariness of driving almost a full day settle in. But a pained groan from his right,made him fully alert again.
"Dean?" he glanced from the road to his brother,who had been dozing off and on for the last couple of hours.
"You okay?"
Grunting again,Dean very stiffly and painfully sat up straighter,
"M'good. You good?"
"Yeah, we're almost to the bunker."
"Good. I need a beer.."
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