It seemed that Dean Winchesters luck had run out, earlier that evening good fortune had been with him, it had seen him playing look out in the cemetery and had also guaranteed him the majority of the hot water; it had even scored him a free beer at the bar when a mutton dressed as lamb waitress took a shine to him. Now however Dean was having a pretty crappy time.
It was pouring with rain, his once relaxed and clean physique was now tense, drenched and covered in mud from the knees down, what had earlier in the evening seemed like a short walk now felt like a country hike without the scenery.
Of course this could all have been avoided if Sam had picked up the phone when Dean had called with the hope that his brother would come and collect him, neither of them were prone to petty cruelty so it was unlikely that Sam was ignoring him on purpose - and that made Dean nervous. Nervous enough not to wait out the rain in the bar like a normal human being (where let's be honest all the beer and loose women were kept) but instead brave the three miles in torrential rain to the motel.
When he finally got back to the 'Industrial Suite' as their rooms were affectionately named he didn't take the time to shake off his wet jacket and remove his muddy boots but instead stepped directly into the small double bedroom. The first thing he noticed was that the lights were off; switching them on revealed that Sam's phone was on his empty bed.
Sam!? Dean approached the bathroom door, a strip of light underneath indicating the likelihood of Sam's whereabouts.
Sam, you in there? Dude, I called at least three times! It's pissing it down out there!
When there wasn't an immediate response Dean's heart leapt into his mouth. Sammy?! He called again but he was already reaching for the door handle…… what the? Which apparently wasn't there…?
Geez Sam, you locked yourself in the can? He figured that Sam was too embarrassed to respond. Hell I'd be embarrassed too he thought. Don't tell me you've been in there since I left! Man that was hours ago.
Dean gently but firmly inserted his half of the door mechanism, which he had found lurking near a standard lamp, and twisted, allowing him to open the door. He entered with a look of glee on his face ready to harass Sam within an inch of his life …Unbelievable! I leave you alone for three seconds and –
-Holy Crap, what the hell is that!?
Only to stumble into a weird nightmare. Sam was damp and shirtless stretched out on the floor, head turned to the left and facing Dean, his eyes were wide and panicky and his face was flushed. And from what Dean could see, although his mind was struggling to catch up, there was an Akaname on his chest. An Akaname that seemed to be trying to rip his brother's heart out with its bare teeth.
The first and only thing that could penetrate Deans shocked and rain soaked mind was that this didn't make any sense; Akanames were gross, humorous even, but 100 percent totally harmless. Undeniably the blood oozing out of the mouth of this one begged to differ. Sammy's blood. The low throaty groan that came out of Sam's mouth as the Akaname pulled away from its love bight was all it took to snap Dean out of it.
Three steps and a hefty kick, a kick that suggested that in another life Dean would have made quite the jock, successfully removed the leach from Sam's chest. It was then that Dean rather unceremoniously fired three bullets; two catching the unfortunate Oscar between the eyes and one in the gut.
Sam writhed and made a low sound that sounded a little bit like 'Deeeagnn'.
The look on Deans face as he had entered the bathroom was something that would stay with Sam just as long as the humiliation of the situation - if not longer. It had gone from shock to disgust to pure rage in a matter of seconds. Just seeing that Dean was there had relieved Sam from the horror of moments before, enough to let his guard down and let out a pained moan.
Dean dropped to Sam's side and inspected his brother's torso. What the Hell Sammy?!
Cradling Sam's head with his left hand he grabbed a nearby towel with his right and pressed it over his heart in order to stem the steady flow of blood.
Sam? What's wrong with you? It was freaking him out beyond belief that Sam hadn't yet sat up and offered up an explanation for the freak show that he had just walked in on.
Are you ok? What the Hell happened here? Sam's eyes were still wide, he was blinking rapidly, and Dean saw his left leg twitch. It was then that it struck Dean, why hadn't Sam defended himself; in all honesty a determined toddler could scare off a mud-licker. The only possible reason that Dean could think of was that Sam hadn't been able to defend himself. It dawned on him, Sam couldn't move, he was almost totally paralyzed.
Ok Sammy, I've got you, you're ok now. He used his thumb to roughly wipe away some of the moisture from where Sam's eyes had leaked. Ok Sam I'm gunna move you into the bedroom where I can warm you up a little and check you over. Ok?
Blink once for yes and two for no. ok?
Sam performed a ridiculously theatrical blink. Dean couldn't help but grin. Ok, ok, don't hurt yourself Einstein.
There was nothing for it, the only way to get Sam out of the bathroom was to lift him, if Sam had been drunk Dean probably would have just dragged him, but as it was Sam wasn't drunk (neither was Dean anymore thanks to the rain and the worry and the blood…) so that meant Dean would carry him. One arm under the knees and one arm supporting the back, head tipped towards his chest. Very damsel in distress.
Although Sam couldn't move his mind was racing and all he could seem to thin was - this is so embarrassing.
Once Dean had Sam settled on the bed he began to check him over for life threatening injuries. Head, neck, back, then arms and legs, the only damage seemed to be two rather nasty wounds in the abdomen and the bite mark witnessed earlier, but none of these things explained the total paralysis. Dean touched the largest of the gouges on Sam's stomach with the intent to see if it needed stitches. Sam's reaction almost had Dean falling off the edge of the bed. He lifted his head and his arms and legs writhed, whilst rapidly double blinking he managed to gurgle the sound. 'Dnnnnght'
Ok, ok I won't touch it! But you're being a drama queen dude; it's not even that bad. (If it were any deeper though, it made Deans heart skip a beat thinking about it, he looked down at Sam who still looked a little desperate) Ok, I'm going to ask some questions, (hopefully that will distract him) firstly are these three the only places that it hurts? One Blink.
Was it the Akaname that caused the paralysis? One blink.
How? Eye roll. Followed by a frown.
Sorry just thinking out loud, hey you just frowned looks like it might be wearing off! Either that or you're frown muscles are so strong that they can overcome paralysis.
Sam frowned again. Dean grinned.
He then set about bandaging Sam's wounds and warming his chilled to the bone brother, he dried his hair, put him in a clean shirt and found some extra blankets. Not stopping untill he was satisfied that Sam wasn't going to go into shcok or catch hypothermia. There you go snug as a bug in a rug. Want me to tell you a bed time story?
Sam responded with a frosty double blink
Over the next couple of hours Sam slowly began to regain control over his body, he was able to lift his head, twitch toes on command and if he concentrated really hard give his pestering older brother the finger.
Dean declared him almost cured and announced that he was going to bed. He left Sam with the instructions blink if you need me.
It didn't take long for Sam to doze off either.
In the morning he woke to the sound of his brother whistling softly and the smell of fresh coffee, but more persistently to a tickling sensation on the bottom of his bare foot. He instinctively jerked it away from the offender, annoyed and with a groan he rolled over and raised himself to a sitting position. He found himself face to face with Dean who seemed to be armed with a feather and a grin. He met Dean's warm hazel eyes.
Hey I can move again! Thank God! Sam sat up and yawned loudly, only when he stretched and therefore pulled on his tender chest did yesterdays adventure come flooding back in its entirety.
Sam groaned his face falling oh God
Dean looked concerned Sam what is it, are you ok?
Sam looked upper recrimination in his eyes No Dean I'm not ok.
Is it your chest? No, wait if it's the whole getting trapped and practically assaulted in the bathroom thing …. Dean started to chuckle.
Sam blushed. No Dean. It's worse than that.
Dean interrupted, chuckles expanding into full blown laughter, a grin splitting his face. Really because I would be embarrassed if I were you right now…
No Dean. You're the one that should be embarrassed. Sam drew himself up to his full height whilst reaching for a cup of coffee. You killed Oscar, and for no good reason…