Screaming Peonies
Author's Note: This story takes place after the No Rest for the Wicked Season Three finale. If you have not seen it, then please do not read this story until you have.
I do not own any of the characters.
Advisement: Rated for language and story content. There will be Wincest.
Chapter One – Glazed and Glistening
"Oh man, check this freak out. What ya crying over baby, miss your Mommy?" one of the gang taunted the man he had just finished kicking. The other two were cheering him on. Bending down, the bully took the hurt man's shirt collar between his hands and tugged hard, eliciting a sharp gasp of pain from the injured man.
"What the fuck are you doing?" a very tall man yelled from the far end of the alley. "Get the fuck out of here and leave him alone you bastards" the man screamed as he made his way closer to the group.
"I'm quaking in my boots tough guy. You want to get it on, then let's go, I'm sure I'll have no trouble taking you down, cupcake" the asshole called back. The tall man moved with stealth and quickness, drop kicking the jerk before he had a chance to see the foot headed his way.
The other two with him made the mistake of trying to take down the tall man, they were lucky he didn't kill them. Deciding to cut their losses, the three of them took off and left the tall man bent over and breathing heavily.
Regaining his composure he went and knelt down beside the injured man. "It's okay...it's okay, they're gone now, they won't hurt you anymore" he said in a soothing tone to the man with his face shielded by his arm.
There was something about that voice that the injured man trusted. Somewhere in his mind, he was sure he'd heard that same voice before, but then his mind wasn't working so good anymore and maybe he was wrong.
"Let me help you. I want to see how badly you're hurt. I can help" the kind man explained. Laying gentle hands on the injured man's arm he gently tugged it down so he could see his face.
It was Dean!
Sam feel backwards in stunned shock and disbelief that the brother he had been searching for since the Hellhounds had taken him was now in front of him. He was alive and there was absolutely no mistaking that it was Dean.
Regaining his balance and huddling over Dean he pulled him into his arms and cuddled him tightly against him. "Dean...Dean...you're alive...oh, thank God" Sam cried, his tears falling freely over Dean's face, leaving tracks through the dirt.
"Where have you been, huh? Dean?" Sam shook his big brother tenderly. Dean's eyes met Sam's quickly, before sliding away. "S'okay baby, s'okay. No one is ever going to hurt you again. When you're ready, then we can talk" Sam soothed, as he petted Dean's hair.
"I'm going to help you get up and get you back to the motel room. I'm here Dean and you're here and we'll get through this together" Sam re-assured as he shifted Dean against the wall and made his way to a standing position. Reaching down, he wrapped his arms around Dean's chest and helped him to stand up. His legs were very unsteady and he clutched at Sam.
The Impala was parked less than a block away. Sam had left it there when he'd spotted what was happening in the alley. He decided he could carry Dean that far. Lifting his brother into his arms, he was taken aback with the amount of weight that Dean seemed to have lost. Dean was very compliant and none of his cocky attitude was evident, which caused Sam grave concern.
"We're almost there babe" Sam soothed as he felt Dean tremble against him. Dean showed no signs of recognition upon seeing the Impala. Sam slowly lowered Dean to a standing position and wedged him against himself and the car, as he fumbled to open the passenger door. Gently helping Dean into the car, Sam made sure he was settled, before running around and quickly climbing into the driver's side.
It was not a long ride to the motel and Sam was thankful that it was fairly deserted. He had an end room along the far side of the complex.
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After getting Dean out of the car and into the room, he helped him over to the bed and helped him sit down. Dean's head was lolling back and his eyes were sliding shut.
"I promise that you can sleep in just a little while, okay Dean. I need to check your injuries first" Sam explained as he noted for the first time that Dean was in his bare feet. "Christ, what happened to you?" Sam thought to himself.
The clothes that Dean had on looked about to disintegrate at any moment. Sam began with Dean's shirt. "Can you lift your arms for me babe?" Sam asked. Dean tried to focus on Sam's face and really did try to lift his arms, but it was clear that he was having difficulty with his right side. "Here, let me do it for you" Sam said slowly as he began to help Dean out of his shirt. "Fucking hell!" Sam breathed when he saw the injuries on Dean's body.
Dean's right shoulder and left side were horribly hurt with graphic injuries. It was clear that something had impaled him. Dean watched as Sam began to cry, before running gentle fingertips over the badly hurt areas. This man was upset, Dean didn't want that, this man shouldn't be upset, he was too nice. Reaching up with a tentative hand, he cupped one of Sam's cheeks. The man who called himself Sam, looked at him and Dean saw all the pain and hurt and upset in those eyes. "I'm so, so sorry Dean. I don't know what happened to you, but I'm going to make those bastards pay for what they've done to you" Sam sobbed as he leaned his forehead against his big brother's.
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"I need you to lie down on the bed so I can take off your jeans and underwear" Sam explained as he helped Dean to lay back. Nervously undoing the zipper on Dean's jeans, he slid them off before then pulling off Dean's underwear.
Thank God that there did not appear to be any further injuries in the vulnerable area. It was clear that Dean had not bathed in a long time and Sam felt he would be much more comfortable after taking a shower.
"Dean, I'm going to bathe you and then I'm going to treat your wounds" Sam advised, as he sat on the bed beside Dean and ran his fingers through Dean's hair. "I'm going to go get the shower ready now and then I'll come back and get you. I'll just be in the next room, for just a sec" Sam explained as he stood and moved towards the bathroom.
It was the sound that Dean emitted that made Sam's heart stop. It was full of agony and fear and it just broke his heart. Turning quickly, Sam was met with a crying Dean, his arms extended and his eyes wild with fear.
"Hey... hey Dean" Sam soothed as he came back and pulled Dean against him. "It's alright buddy, I'm here, I'm here. How about you come with me and we'll get the shower ready together" Sam said gently as he helped Dean to his feet. Dean tucked himself into Sam's side and they slowly made their way into the bathroom.
Dean wouldn't let go, not even when Sam tried to get him to sit on the toilet lid. So, they ran the shower together. Helping Dean to climb in, Sam then stripped down quickly and came in behind him, pulling Dean back against him. "Got you, not going to let you go" he soothed.
Keeping one hand on Dean, Sam reached down for the shampoo. Squeezing out a small amount, he lightly began to soap up Dean's hair, taking his time and extra care. He felt Dean's body slowly begin to relax against his.
Running his shampoo covered hands over Dean's body, he soaped him up as best he could before manoeuvring Dean closer to the water stream and helping him to rinse off.
Sam bent down and came face to face with the horrific injury on Dean's left side. He leaned in and kissed it, trying in a small way, to make it at least a bit better.
Lathering up his hands again with some of the shampoo, Sam ran his hands over the matted pubic hair of Dean's groin area, up his backside and between his legs. He was able to work out the knots and wash away the build-up of urine and fecal matter, before finishing off with Dean's legs and feet.
Satisfied that the worst of it was done, Sam stood back up and smiled at Dean. "Ready to get out?" he asked. There was no response, just that wide-eyed, trusting look that Dean displayed now.
Helping Dean out of the tub, Sam kept his arm around him as he turned off the water and grabbed for a towel. Sitting down on the toilet seat, he placed Dean between the V of his legs, and tenderly began to dry him off, before standing up and drying himself as well.
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Leading Dean back into the room, Sam pulled back the blankets and helped Dean to sit down. "I'm going to treat your wounds now" he said as he reached over for his duffle and felt the familiar box of medical supplies. Kneeling in front of his brother, Sam began his work.
This was going to be a temporary treatment at best. The wounds needed more in-depth care, but Sam was determined to make a good start on getting the healing to fully begin. Taking out the ointment, he generously lathered it over the worst of the injuries with delicate and loving hands. He could feel intense green eyes avidly observing his face. Smiling at his brother, Sam reached over and lightly skimmed his lips over Dean's.
After applying the bandages, Sam stood up and observed his work. A thought dawned on him. "I bet you must be starving. Let me get you something to eat" he advised as he made his way to the tiny kitchenette and washed his hands.
There wasn't a big selection to choose from. Food had been the last thing on Sam's mind these days, but he thought there might be a few things that would grab Dean's attention.
Opening up the jar of salsa and the bag of tortilla chips, Sam placed them in a bowl and brought them over to a still too quiet Dean.
"You love these. I know they're probably not the best thing for you right now, but I know you'd enjoy them the most" Sam said smiling.
Dean looked at Sam and then the food and then back at Sam. Sam was frowning, before the realization hit him. "I can help you Dean" he said quietly as he took some of the salsa and placed it on a chip for Dean to eat.
As Dean took his first bite, his eyes teared up and his lip trembled. He grabbed at the bottom of his mouth. "What? What's the matter, babe?" Sam asked in concern. "Let me see" Sam asked as he gently pried Dean's mouth open and looked in. His heart sank. The bottom part of his gums were filled with canker sores. The salsa and salty tortilla chips would have hurt like hell. "God, Dean, I'm so sorry, I didn't know" Sam exclaimed as he bent forward and kissed Dean's cheek. "I guess I'm not such a great brother after all, I didn't even think to check in your mouth or even to help you brush your teeth" Sam exclaimed mournfully. "We're going to have to get those canker sores down though, so that you can at least eat something. It's going to hurt, I know it will, but you're going to need to gargle with salt and water" Sam advised in dread at the thought of putting Dean through any more pain.
After it was done and Dean was seated back on the bed, Sam came and sat down beside him, this time with a bowl of cereal. He wanted to make sure Dean had something in his stomach before going to bed. Offering the bowl to Dean, Sam watched as the blank look wandered back onto Dean's face.
Taking the bowl back, Sam took the spoon and gathered some cereal and milk on it. Raising it to Dean's mouth, Dean looked at him shyly before opening his mouth and allowing Sam to feed him. "That good, Deanie? That doesn't hurt too much, huh?" Sam asked. Dean didn't say anything, just continued to observe Sam and open his mouth obediently as the spoon came up to it.
Dean ate more than half the bowl of cereal before calling it quits. He'd had enough.
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Placing the bowl on the nightstand, Sam stood up and helped Dean to lie down. Walking over and turning on the dimmer light in the bathroom, Sam then turned out the main room lights. He could feel Dean's eyes watching him as he walked throughout the room.
Coming over to the bed he looked down at Dean who was partially illuminated by the dimmer light. He had his thumb in his mouth. Sam's heart shattered into a million pieces. His cocky older brother, the gifted hunter, must have suffered something so horrific that he felt the need to comfort himself in this manner.
Sam fought back broken tears as he climbed into bed and pulled Dean close to him. He couldn't get enough of feeling Dean under his hands. His Dean was alive and breathing and Sam vowed he would do everything within his power to help his big brother get better.
Dean turned in Sam's arms, so that he could face him. Still sucking on his thumb, his eyes eagerly searched Sam's face. Slowly removing his thumb from his mouth, Dean ran it lightly across Sam's jaw.
Sam reached up and began to trace the outline of Dean's lips with his fingers. "It's going to be okay Dean, it's going to be okay" he soothed.
Dean opened his mouth for Sam. Sam placed his thumb inside the wounded area that was Dean's mouth. Dean sighed before closing his eyes and sucking on Sam's thumb.
To be continued.