Sam found the nearest clinic, grateful they were still open and the nurse didn't blink an eye at the request for the various STD tests he was asking for. She did make a small humming noise when he dropped his pants to show her the welts. He wasn't really concerned about the discomfort, he'd had a hell of a lot worse, but they were getting low on pain pills and Dean was going to need them before his ribs were comfortable again.

Sam hadn't bothered trying to get his brother to go to a doctor, the only time he'd ever won that battle was when Dean was unconscious and didn't have a say in the matter. The nurse left the room after instructing him to remove his pants and climb up on the bed, lying on his stomach. The doctor came in a few minutes later, introducing himself as he snapped on a pair of gloves. He waited patiently while Sam eased his boxers down past his hips, helping when the elastic band threatened to scrape raw skin.

Sam couldn't help flinching as the doctor pressed on the flesh around what must have been the worst spots, judging by the flare of extreme discomfort shooting up his back and down his legs. He breathed a sigh of relief when the doctor stepped back, pulling off his gloves.

"If it's not too painful, go ahead and sit up for me," the doctor requested.

Sam shifted around, pulling up his boxers and gingerly assumed an upright position, grimacing when the pain awakened by the doctors prodding coalesced to a deep throbbing that kept time with the beating of his heart.

The doctor watched him closely as he waited for Sam to settle.

"You don't have any more injuries do you son?"

"No sir," Sam answered, trying not to blush.

"The nurse tells me you want to have some tests run?" He asked, consulting his notes.

"Just to be sure." Sam tried not to squirm under the doctor's scrutiny. It would make him look like he was hiding something and hurt like a bitch too.

"Can you tell me how you got those?" The doctor nodded his head in the vicinity of Sam's posterior.

"I um...I had a little too much to drink and left with someone. I don't really remember anything after that."

"Do you black out often when you drink?"

"No, it's never happened before," Sam answered carefully, watching the doctor watch him.

"Is it possible you were slipped something in your drink?"

Sam acted as if he was giving it some thought. He wondered what the doctor would say if he told him it had been his body that had been slipped a fast one, not his drink.

"No, I bought my own drinks, and my brother was there. He wouldn't have let me leave with anyone if he thought there was a problem."

The doctor watched him a little longer before shaking his head and standing. "All right then. I'm going to go get your prescriptions ready while you get dressed and the nurse takes care of those tests."

Sam blew out a breath as soon as the door shut behind the doctor. There had been a chance that the doctor would push the issue and try to involve the police. Sam was eternally grateful for what Dean called his 'earnest look of innocence'. He knew this one had been close, and figured his size alone helped tip the scales in his favor. Few people were going to mess with someone they couldn't readily manhandle.

The tests didn't take long, and he was soon heading to a 24-hour pharmacy with the prized pain medicine in addition to an antibiotic salve to put on his own injuries. His face heated up again as he remembered the nurse asking if there was anyone who could apply it for him, since most of the places that needed the treatment were impossible for him to reach. He'd assured her he had it covered and tried to ignore her raised eyebrow.

When he finally made it back to the motel, he was relieved to see Dean still sleeping. Sam moved around the room as quietly as he could, putting his purchases away and setting the food he'd picked up on the table. He hated to wake his brother up, but he had no idea when Dean had eaten last. He knew it had been at least a day going on how long they had been together and the timeline Dean had given him as to his and Gary's movements while they had been separated.

Sam pulled a chair up next to the bed and sat down carefully. He'd be fucking thrilled when he could put this ass beating behind him, he rolled his eyes at the pun that he was sure Dean would have pointed out.