When Two Worlds Collide Ch. 2
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Previously: Watching his dad as he left the room, Dean took a seat in the chair his dad had vacated and grasped his sleeping brother's hand. "I'm so sorry for hurting you kiddo. I never would have continued the sparring if I had known that this was going to happen. But I can promise you one thing, it'll never happen again."
Early the next morning, Sam was woken up by the feeling of fingers lightly brushing through his disheveled hair. Opening his eyes with a groan, he looked into the face of his father who was now standing over him.
"Sorry Sammy, didn't mean to wake you kiddo." John whispered so as not to wake Dean who was snoozing in the chair besides Sam's bed. He knew both of his sons had had a long night with Dean making sure that Sam had been woken every hour or so during the night to check for awareness and signs that their youngest could be slipping into a coma from the head injury.
"S'okay Dad, I'm kinda hungry away." Sam informed his dad, just before his stomach rumbled loudly in the small room. Pushing himself up in the bed, he swayed from the sudden vertigo that assaulted him with the change in position.
"Whoa Tiger." John voiced as he reached out to steady his youngest, afraid that he would fall out of the bed. "I think you better stay there for a little kiddo until you get your bearings back. I'll go make you a bacon and egg sandwich and bring it back to you shortly. You can have your breakfast in bed this time.
"Thanks Dad." Sam mumbled as he leaned back and rested against the headboard and closed his eyes. It was unusual to get breakfast in bed at the Winchester house and he was going to take advantage of it while he could.
"Hey dad, you mind making me one of those sandwiches while you at it?" Dean queried hopefully as he sat up with a moan, his back sore from having slept in the chair overnight.
"Sure Ace, but keep an close eye on Sammy for me while I'm cooking. He had an attack of vertigo a few minutes ago and I don't want him getting out of that bed anytime soon." John voiced with concern.
"Crap! Sammy are you okay?" Dean questioned, his concern for his little brother sending him into panic mode after hearing the news.
"M'fine Dean. I just moved too fast or something is all." Sam groaned knowing Dean would go into full mother hen mode now.
"Yeah, well, we'll be the judge of that kiddo. You just stay there in bed for now and let us take care of you." Dean retorted. He wasn't about to take any chances with the kid's health after the head injury he had sustained the evening before.
"Whatever you say, Jerk" Sam stated with a pout as he crossed his arms in front of him, while secretly happy that his family was fussing over him.
"Bitch." Dean automatically retorted as he affectionately punched Sam in the shoulder, making sure not to hurt him in any way. "You know you're enjoying all the attention."
Sam was about to respond, but was stopped by their father entering the room carrying a breakfast tray loaded with sandwiches. "Eat up boys." John ordered as he placed the tray down on the bed between his children. "We need to hit the road in about an hour if we're going to arrive at Bobby's place before nightfall."
"What? Why are we going to Bobby's?" Sam asked, nearly choking on his food in the process. He had a big test on Tuesday and he really needed to study for it.
"Bobby needs our help on a hunt not too far from him." John answered concisely and to the point.
"But Dad, I've got a big test on Tuesday and…"
"Don't start Sammy." John warned as he cut his son off mid-sentence. "You know damn well that saving people's lives is more important than some stupid test. You can take it when you get back and that's my last word on the subject."
"Yes Sir." Sam mumbled, the tone of his dad's voice letting him know there was no room for argument. It was best to keep his mouth shut rather than to risk John's wrath at this point.
Dean sighed as the mood in the room took a drastic turn from being jovial to somber. He wished just once that his dad would listen to Sammy's side of things. He knew that sooner or later, the fights between his dad and Sammy would only serve to push his brother away and that thought scared him more than any supernatural creature ever could. "Dad, can't you and Bobby handle this one alone? I could stay here with Sammy. I mean after his head injury, maybe it would be best if he sat this one out."
"No Dean, we need you on this one. Besides, Sammy can help Bobby with the research side of things. If I think it's unsafe for Sammy to go on the hunt, then he can stay at Bobby's place or in the car, but you boys are going."
"Yes Sir." Dean answered, giving Sam an "I tried" look. He would just have to keep a close eye on the kid to make sure nothing happened to him.
A few hours later found the Winchesters driving down the interstate with Sam asleep in the backseat while John and Dean discussed the aspects of the upcoming hunt. "So Dad, what exactly is it that we'll be hunting this time?" Dean questioned as he turned down the radio and gave his dad his full attention.
"Well, according to Bobby, there are some adlets roaming the campgrounds on the outskirts of Sioux City and they've already killed at least five campers, one of which was a young child." John answered as he rubbed a hand across his hair stubbed chin.
"Adlets, don't think I've ever heard of them before." Dean replied as he searched his memory for any mention of the supernatural creatures and came up empty.
"That's because they were thought to be extinct until now." John informed his eldest child. "Adlets are like distant cousins to the werewolf. They are covered in hair and walk on their hind legs. The only difference that we know of is that adlets are vampiric in nature and they drain their victims of blood.
"So how do we kill the things? Dean inquired with a small shiver after his father had finished his explanation of the legendary creatures. The thought of something sucking on his blood, or even worse yet…Sammy's, gave him the creeps.
"Well, Bobby's not quite sure about that Ace. Because it's related to the werewolf, we're hoping that a silver bullet to the heart will kill the damn things. But since they're vampiric in nature, we just may have to lop their heads off with a machete." John answered as he kept his gaze focused on the road ahead.
"Does Bobby have any idea of how many of them we'll be going up against?" Dean asked, not wanting any surprises during the hunt. If it was just one or two, his dad and Bobby could have handled the hunt fine by themselves.
"According to his information, we could be facing four, or possibly five of them." John answered, assuming that the adlets were hunting in a pack making it easier to take down their victims.
"Guess we've got our work cut out for us then." Dean voiced before turning around to check on his sleeping sibling. "Son of a bitch, Dad pull over."
John immediately pulled the car to the side of the road after hearing the panic in Dean's voice. Spinning around in his seat to see what was wrong, he saw the blood pouring out of Sam's nose, and over his lips to seep into the collar of his t-shirt. "What the hell?" He queried as he watch Dean snatch open the back door and crawl into the seat beside Sammy.
"Dean, what?" Sam asked incoherently as he was startled awake by Dean grasping his head and leaning it forward as he applied pressure to the bridge of Sam's nose to stop the bleeding. He knew from first aid experience that leaning Sam's head back would cause the blood to drain down his brother's throat and they didn't need the added complication.
"Your nose is bleeding kiddo." Dean answered calmly so as not to scare his younger brother. "We've got to get it stopped."
John watched from the front as Dean continued to apply pressure. After approximately five minutes, he watched Dean remove the pressure, only for Sam's nose to start bleeding again. "Damn it, put more pressure on his nose while I go get the ice pack from the first aid kit." John ordered as he threw his door open and climbed out to get the needed equipment. If they didn't get the bleeding stopped soon, Sam could go into shock.
Opening the trunk, John quickly grasped the first aid kit and rifled through it until he found the chemical cold pack. He activated the pack by breaking the barrier separating the water and ammonium chloride, allowing them to mix. Walking back to his boys, he handed the ice pack to Dean through the open door. "Here put this on his nose. It should constrict the blood vessels to help stop the bleeding."
Accepting the cold pack, Dean placed it so that he could still keep pressure on the nose. Whispering words of comfort to his brother, Dean waited approximately ten minutes before releasing the pressure and breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that the bleeding had stopped.
"You okay kiddo?" John asked as he visually assessed his son's condition. Sammy looked too pale, but that was understandable after suffering the blood loss.
"Yeah, I guess." Sam answered hesitantly. "I just feel a little weak and dizzy is all."
"That's from the blood loss you dufus." Dean joked, trying to hide the fear he was feeling, but not quite succeeding. "Dad, I'm just gonna sit back here with Sam to make sure his nose doesn't start bleeding again." Dean told his dad as he reached over to pull the door closed.
"Dean, it's probably just a one time thing. Sam's nasal passages probably became dry from the heater running in the car and that caused his nose to bleed. He'll be fine son." John intoned knowing that nosebleeds were considered quite common in most cases.
"Maybe so, but I'll feel safer sitting back here with him." Dean retorted as he gazed at Sammy who had his head laying against the window. Pulling off his jacket, he balled it up and then gently lifted Sam's head from the window so that he could pillow it with his jacket.
"Thanks Dean." Sam mumbled as he closed his eyes once again. He couldn't understand why he was so fatigued lately.
"No problem Tiger." Dean replied as he reached over to card his fingers through Sam's hair. He continued with the soothing motion until he could hear his brother emitting soft, even breaths indicating that he had faded off to sleep. As he sat there beside Sam, Dean hoped that his father was right, that the nosebleed was caused by the dry air in the car and wasn't a sign of something worse.
TBC First exhaustion and now a nosebleed. Just what is wrong with the youngest Winchester?