Chapter 2
Several hours later Sam woke to find Dean sleeping on the other bed in the room. Bobby was looking out the window, watching the sun set over the snowy horizon. He had such a pensive look on his face that Sam had to speak up. "Bobby?" His old friend turned from the window, a small smile peeking out from under his mustache and beard.
"Hey Sam. You in any pain?"
"Nah. Little thirsty though. Again."
"Understandable. You lost a lotta blood." He said as he turned to the bathroom. Bobby returned with a glass of cool water and handed it to Sam, watching him closely. Sam's hand was steady as he drank the water. "Dean wanted to know if you were ready to leave. He tell you that you two are gonna stay with me for a while?"
"Yeah, thanks for that."
"You know I don't mind havin' you boys around. If I did I'd have a hell of a hard time keeping buckshot on supply."
Sam laughed, a soft, barely there sound, but still a laugh. Bobby smiled at the too rare sound. Sam returned the smile briefly before glancing at Dean as he shifted on the bed. Sam's eyes clouded and his smile faded. Bobby sat down on the edge of Sam's bed and put a strong hand on the youngest Winchester's shoulder.
"Sam, you know he's not angry at you."
Sam blinked back tears. "He should be. I wasn't strong enough to fight her off. I hurt him."
"Sam I want you to get something through that thick head of yours right now. You hear me? You are not to blame in this." Sam nodded mutely, swallowing hard. He started to push himself up from the bed. "What's wrong?" Bobby said as he noticed Sam had gone pale.
"Bathroom." Sam croaked. Bobby helped him to his feet and Sam lurched to the bathroom, bolting through the door and sliding to his knees in front of the toilet. Bobby pulled the door most of the way closed upon hearing Sam start to retch, feeling sorry for the poor boy. He turned from the bathroom door in time to see Dean sit bolt upright on the bed with a near silent gasp. Bobby moved to his side. Dean's eyes were wildly darting about the room and he wasn't focusing on any one thing.
"Dean?" Bobby got him by the shoulders and shook him gently. Dean started and blinked.
"Sammy!" Dean blinked and finally focused on his old friend's face. "Bobby?"
"Yeah, kid. You okay?"
Dean nodded, still trying to catch his breath. "Dream, I guess." Dean said, shaking his head bemusedly. He heard the noise coming from the bathroom and glanced at the other bed to find it empty. He shoved his way to his feet. "Sam!"
Bobby stopped him from rushing into the bathroom. "Just sick on his stomach. Antibiotics. And memories." Dean slowed his flight to Sam's side and gave his little brother some privacy. He opened the door and went in after he heard the toilet flush. Dean helped Sam to his feet and steadied his brother as he moved to lean on the rim of the sink. Sam turned on the water and rinsed his mouth. He was panting and shaking.
"C'mon Sammy, back to bed." Dean said as he rubbed circles along Sam's spine.
"No Dean. I wanna go… to Bobby's."
"Okay. Hey Bobby, you think the roads are passable?"
"Yeah, they looked pretty good this mornin' and the crews have been out all day. I've watched trucks go by. We shouldn't have any trouble, especially if we stick to the interstate."
"Alright, Sammy. Let's get you ready to go." Bobby changed the dressing on Sam's wound and was pleased to see that although red and bruised there was no signs of infection. Dean helped Sam into a loose button up shirt and Sam slid into a pair of jeans while Bobby went outside to start the Impala and his truck, leaving them warm up. Dean helped Sam put on his sneakers and went to check them out. When he came back he and Bobby packed their belongings and cleaned the room of all traces of the Fury, and Sam and Dean's presence. Dean took their bags to the car and put them in the trunk. He pulled out a blanket and pillow and laid them in the backseat. He had the car prepared to make the twenty hour trek to South Dakota and went back into the room, hoping his little brother was equally prepared.
Sam had eased back down on the bed when Dean took their stuff to the car. Now he was back and looking slightly apprehensive. "Sammy, you sure you're up for this?"
"Yeah. I don't want to stay here anymore, Dean."
"Okay. I'm gonna get you another pain pill and we'll hit the road. Sam took the offered pill and allowed Dean and Bobby to help him to the car. He lay down across the back seat and Dean helped him get comfortable. Bobby headed for his truck while Dean brushed back Sam's hair tentatively and got behind the wheel, automatically adjusting the rearview mirror so he could see his baby brother's face. "Let me know if you need anything, got it?"
"Yeah." Sam said quietly. Bobby pulled out and Dean followed the pace he set, keeping up with ease. A half hour into the trip Sam spoke up from the back seat. "Hey Dean?"
"Yeah, bud?"
"Can you put in a tape?"
"You sure you can put up with my tunes?"
Sam grinned, looking at Dean in the mirror. "Shotgun shuts his cakehole."
Dean met Sam's gaze and returned the grin. "House rule, Sammy." Dean slid a Metallica tape into the player, but kept the volume low so Sam could rest. I wanna hear him if he needs me too. Sam closed his eyes and was soon asleep, the pain pills kicking in.
