Chapter 2
For the first hour Sam slept peacefully. When in his sleep he rolled over sharp pain shoot through his body. He couldn't stifle a pained moan. Sam hoped that Dean had not heard him. But as soon as the thought passed hi, he felt his brother's hand on his shoulder.
"Hey Sammy, are you okay?" Sam opened his eyes slowly.
"Yeah, Dean. I'm just fine. Just a little sore, the werewolf threw me before I got a chance to shoot it." The look Dean's face did not seem like he was convinced, but he shrugged and went back to his chair and continued to watch TV. Sam tried to fall back asleep but he could not. After some time he heard Dean turn the TV off and climb into bed. When Sam knew Dean was fast asleep, he climbed out of bed very slowly. The pain from the deep gashes made him want to scream out in pain, but he held it all back.
Sam managed to make it into the bathroom. When he shut the door and switched the light on he saw that his shirt was covered in blood. The gashes were deeper than he thought. Sam then pulled of the gauze to reveal, still seeping wounds. The amount of blood Sam saw nearly made him pass out, but he had to keep it together. He grabbed new gauze and wrapped his abdomen twice as thick as he had the first time. He hoped that would stop the bleeding.
Sam slowly made his way back to his bed, only after making sure that there was no blood left in the bathroom. He saw that his dad's bed was now occupied and the little hotel room smelled of liquor. No doubt John went out, got drunk and won some money playing poker. Sam slipped into bed slowly. When he was in a some-what comfortable position he drifted off to sleep.
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Dean groaned as the morning lift cascaded into the little hotel. He lifted his head and saw his father's bed empty, which that normally meant the Sam was awake too. To Dean's surprise Sam was still in his bed. When he looked at his baby brother, he saw his pale skin and the sweat on his brow. Sam must be coming down with something, Dean thought to himself. He got up and decided to wake his baby brother.
"Sammy get up. It's unlike you to sleep in past me." Sam stirred slightly and opened his eyes. "C'mon man get up, I'm starving."
Sam was afraid to get out of bed for fear that his wounds had bleed again.
"I'll be up in a minute."
"Fine, be ready to go in five minutes. I saw a little diner not far from here." Dean went to the bathroom. Sam to that moment to check his shirt for blood, to his relief there was none. He slowly got out of bed and got dressed. By the time Sam was putting his jacket on Dean was emerging from a steam filled bathroom.
"Wow, Sammy you don't look to hot, not that you ever were."
"Dean I'm fine."
Sam and Dean left the hotel room and headed for the little diner. Every step sent pain through Sam's abdomen, he was trying hard not to moan. Sam was so concentrated that he hadn't realized Dean had been talking to him.
"Earth to Sam!"
"What?"
"Have you heard a word I said?"
"No." Sam was certain Dean had heard the pain in his voice.
Dean had heard it. At this point he knew Sam was defiantly not alright.
"Hey, I forgot my wallet in the hotel room." Dean needed to get his brother somewhere private so he could figure out why he was acting so funny.
"I've got mine."
"C'mon let's go back, I forgot to leave a note for Dad anyway."
With that the two Winchesters made their way back to the hotel. By the time they got there Sam was overheating. He took off his jacket without thinking and threw it on his bed. Dean shut the door and turned to face Sam. All the color in Dean's face drained as he saw that blood covering his baby brother's shirt.
"Sammy! You're bleeding! When did this happen?"
Sam looked down and saw that his gashes had started to bleed again. Crap. Sam did not want to be babied.
"Well… there werewolf did happen to get me, they're not that bad."
"SAM, if they weren't that bad then they still wouldn't be bleeding! Let me see."
"I'm fine Dean." Sam grabbed his jacket, and put it back on. He then left the hotel room. His father was pulling up when he left the room.
"Want some coffee?"
"Sure Sam. Hurry, we have another hunt."
Sam made his way to the diner. He ordered three coffees. On his way back to the hotel he began to feel light headed. He shook his head to clear it and kept walking. When a bench came into view, Sam needed to sit down. He unzipped his jacket and saw that his wounds were still bleeding and every time he moved he ripped them open again.
Sam stood slowly and forgetting the coffee, headed towards that motel room. He was in the parking lot when his vision started to go dark. No, I'm so close. Just need to make it to the door. Sam's vision went completely dark and he felt himself hit the hard asphalt.
TO BE CONTINUED
