Consequences

Summary: Sam and John are always butting heads. When a hunt doesn't end well for Dean and John, Sam is blamed. But is Sam hurt too? Limp!Sam.

Sam: 18 Dean: 22

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Jared's on my wish list though! Lol!

AN: I know it's been done before but i fancied trying my hand at it. Hope you like it!

Chapter 1

The motel was dark and dingy but it was all they could afford. Since the last hunt, it had been home. The eldest of the three Winchesters was methodically cleaning guns along with his eldest, Dean. The youngest of the trio, Sam, was currently on his laptop. He was supposed to be reaserching hunts, but Sam had other ideas. Sam may not have told his family yet, but he'd been accepted on a full ride to Stanford university. Ecstatic was the only word that could describe the young winchester. He was trying to find bus routes there; obviously Dean or John wouldn't take him. Hell, they'd be furious. No. He'd have to wait until the last minute and then leave. He hated leaving, but this was his dream and he wasn't going to let anyone stop him.

"How's the research coming Sammy?" John asked and Sam quickly closed the window with the bus routes on as soon as he saw Dean coming over. Instead, the screen was filled with a newspaper article showing mysterious killings in a forest in Salt Lake City, Utah.

"I think i've found one" Sam said, faking enthusiasm. "5 killings in a forest in Salt Lake City, Utah. Fits the MO of a wendigo. Police are saying bear attack but the bodies were mutilated, looking half eaten, but only the skin".

John nodded, a smile appearing on his normally grim face. "Alright. Pack up boys. We're heading out!" With that, John began packing.

"Good job Sammy" Dean said to his brother before he also started packing.

Sam sighed. This was not what he wanted them to be proud of him for. Putting his laptop into it's leather satchel, he smiled briefly. It'd be over soon. Soon, he could have a normal life.

The car ride was reasonably quiet. The only sound for the first 2 hours of the journey, was metallica and AC/DC being blared out of the speakers; Sam was getting a headache.

"Dean?" Sam tried to get his brothers attention. "Dean? Can you turn the music down?"

"Oh, sure Sammy" Dean replied, only to turn the music up louder.

"Dean!" Sam yelled over the music. His head was pounding and Dean chose this moment to be a smart ass.

"Can't hear you Sammy!" Dean yelled back and began to sing as loud as he could, to the music. "Exit light! Enter night!"

"You're such a jerk!" Sam yelled before sighing and falling back into his seat.

"Whatever. Bitch" Dean replied, to Sam's annoyance.

Sam huffed once more before going quiet.

It was almost an hour later when the silence was broken again.

"You think we can have this weekend off, dad?" Dean asked.

"No" Was Johns sullen reply.

"I just thought. You know. We could all use some rest" Dean said, pleading to his fathers lighter side.

"I agree" Sam spoke up. Even though he was angry at Dean, he couldn't help but agree with his brothers reasoning. "Why do we have to hunt every single day?"

"Because it saves peoples lives" Was John's reply.

"Well. Can't we have at least one day off?" Sam replied. He knew he shouldn't test his father, but he seriously needed a rest. His side still ached from the previous hunt, in which he was thrown into a cabinet by an angry poltergiest.

John whipped round in his seat; anger evident on his face. "I said no Samuel! We hunt to save peoples lives! You may not like it, but it's our job!"

"And when do we get a say in this?" Sam yelled, causing Dean to sigh. No matter what hunt they were on and no matter what day it was, his brother and father always seemed to argue.

"You don't! That's because you're children!" John yelled back.

Steam seemed to pour out of Sam's ears at that comment. "Children!" He screamed. "I'm 18 and Dean's 22! That's hardly children!"

"Your my children! It's my job to keep you safe and this is how i do that!" John yelled back.

"Yeah. And most fathers actually care about their childrens wellfare" Sam replied.

Dean cringed, that comment had surely hit a nerve.

John's eyes narrowed. "I try my best"

"Yeah. That's why me and Dean are always placed second" Sam muttered, turning to look out the window.

Dean once again cringed at his fathers next command. "Dean. Stop the car"

"Dad..."

"Stop the damn car!"

Dean nodded and hesitantly pulled up at the side of the road.

John slammed the door open and walking round to the other side, opened Sam's door and pulled him out. Grabbing Sam at the collar, John said angrily. "I don't care if your 18 or 72! I'm still your father and you will treat me with respect!"

"At least when i'm 72, i won't have to take your orders anymore" Sam replied, just as angry. But he wasn't ready for the fist that met his jaw only a second later.

Tears welled in Sam's eyes as he held his throbbing jaw. He looked up to see his father looking at his now trembling hand in shock.

Dean's eyes were wide as he watched his father hit Sam. He actually hit him! Not a slap, but a full on punch! Sure Sam shouldn't have tested the waters the way he did, but that was no excuse for their father to hit him!

Dean jumped out of the car and raced to his brother, only to be pushed away. "Sammy?" Dean whispered. But Sam didn't look at Dean, only whispered. "I'm fine" before climbing back into the car, his head facing away from the window.

Dean turned to his father with anger in his eyes. He glared at his father for a few seconds, before turning and getting back in the car. John followed a minute later.

All three Winchesters filed out of the car and stood at the edge of the woods. John turned to the boys. "Wendigos like it dark and damp. I looked on the map and there's only one cave in the entire forest, so it's probably hiding there".

"Yes sir" Both Dean and Sam muttered, both of them not able to look their father in the eye. Sam's cheek had turned a lovely purple/blue in the past hour and Dean was furious with John over his actions.

The three made their way to the cave silently. Not only because they had to but also because all that there was between the three now, was a lot of dead air.Standing just infront of the cave entrance, hidden behind some bushes, they waited.

The quietness was suddenly broke by a scream of pain.

Sam's scream.

The wendigo had snuck up on Sam and clawed him before he had a chance to react.

Sam fell to the floor, his arm dripping blood from 3 deep claw marks.

"Sam? You ok?" Dean yelled even though he was preoccupied with another wendigo. Apparently, there was more than one.

Sam nodded and pulled out his flare. He waited for the right moment and was about to fire when he felt a sharp pain in his back.

Sam yelled out and fell to the floor once more. Ok. There was definetely more than one.

There were 4 wendigo's attacking the Winchester clan, and the Winchesters were loosing.

Sam and John both managed to flare one each before John was thrown into a tree and knocked unconsious. A few minutes later, Dean too, was knocked unconsious, leaving Sam and two very angry wendigos.

Sam looked at his two unconsious family members. He couldn't leave them, he couldn't run. That left only one option. Stay and fight.

Dean groaned, his head was pounding. He opened his eyes to slits and groaned again as light entered them. It was so painful.

"Sam" Dean whispered. Where was Sam? The last thing he remembered was being knocked down by one of the wendigos, hitting his head on a rock and...Sam! Sam was left with two wendigos! So much for protecting him. "Sammy?" Dean said louder and that's when he noticed that he was back in the motel room. He touched his head lightly, realising a bandage was there. 'Dad must have patched me up' Dean thought, but then he saw his father on the opposite bed, shirtless with a bandage wrapped around his torso and, like Dean, one on his head. 'Must have been Sammy then. Speaking of, where is he?' "Sammy?" Dean said louder again, causing him to groan at the pain in his head that came with noise.

"Dean?" Sam poked his head out of the bathroom door. "Your awake".

"Yeah, and feeling so happy" Dean said sarcastically. "Where's the paracetamol?"

"Tylenol's on the table" Sam replied before putting his head back in the bathroom.

"Ok. Hey, you coming out or you stayin' in there all day" Dean laughed.

Sam poked his head back out and laughed, but Dean caught a grimace of pain flash over his brothers face. "You ok?" He asked.

Sam nodded. "Yeah" Before pulling his head back into the bathroom.

Sam pulled his head from the gap in the doorway and closed the door fully, before sighing.

Sitting back on the edge of the bath and lifting up his shirt, he carried on tending to his wounds. No, he wasn't alright. But he wouldn't tell them that. Just another screw up in the life of Sam Winchester according to his dad. No. They were only a few cuts. He could handle this himself.

Sam bit back a whimper as he dabbed the alcohol onto the wound, before dressing it.

Getting up, he took off his shirt and turned around, looking at the large cut on his back. Sam sighed. He couldn't dress it, not without Dean or John finding out. He'd have to settle with just cleaning it.

Once he was finished with the cuts, Sam got to work on his obviously broken wrist. He knew he couldn't leave it, so he'd have to splint it. Well, Dean and John wouldn't probe him just because a broken wrist.

Picking his shirt off of the floor, Sam was about to put it on when he noticed that his stomach had an array of bruises ranging from blue to yellow. Sam sighed before pulling out the cream. Placing some on his hand, he began to rub it in when a gasp escaped his lips. Since when did bruises hurt so much?

'I must have bruised the muscle'. Sam thought

"Sammy? You ok?" Sam heard Dean's voice shout.

"Fine" Sam replied before biting his lip and rubbing the cream on his stomach, trying to ignore the blinding pain radiating through his body.

Tears welled in his eyes, almost every part of his body hurt. He'd just finished with the cream when he felt bile rise in his throat. He got to the basin just in time. Sam gasped lightly though when he noticed what else was in the basin.

Blood.

'Oh God' Sam thought. 'This is bad. No. Calm down. It's only a bit, it'll just heal itself. I'll be fine'.

Clearing away the mess, Sam finally left the bathroom.

"About time" Dean said, but then noticed Sam's wrist. "What's up with your wrist Sammy?"

Sam forced a smile. "It's fine. I just broke it when I fell".

Dean nodded before lying back into his pillows.

Sam sighed to himself before climbing into bed. He bit back a whimper as the bruises and limbs were put under pressure. Finally finding a comfortable position, he left himself drift away; the pain leaving as he fell into darkness.

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