"Sam?" The sound of Dean's voice woke Sam from a heavy sleep. "Sammy?"
Sam squinted against the bright sunlight pouring into the room as he opened his eyes.
"Dean? Wha…" his voice came out groggy and unclear, and he tried to clear his throat. "Wha' is it?"
"I think you've slept long enough there, Sleeping Beauty", Dean said. "We better get the hell outta' this creepy-ass house."
Sam nodded. "How long was I out?" he asked as Dean helped him sit up in the couch, ever so slowly.
He couldn't help but grimace against the nausea as the room spun violently. Is if reading his mind, Dean shoved a bucket in his face right before he started throwing up.
"There ya' go, big guy", Dean said while sympathetically patting his brother on the back. He felt bad for his brother; recovering from severe blood loss was not fun.
After pretty much emptying all of the content in his stomach, Sam leaned back against the couch, sweat prickling his forehead.
"You were asleep for about eight hours", Dean said, studying his brother's pale face. While Sam had been asleep, Dean had kept an eye on his pulse, which had not gotten much stronger. This was going to take time.
"We gotta get you some supplies", Dean continued. "Think you're strong enough to make it to the Impala?"
Sam nodded, of course, and Dean mentally shook his head at himself for expecting anything else but denial from his brother.
"We gonna leave the house like this?" Sam asked, glancing pointedly at the broken glass and blood on the floor.
"Yeah, I got rid of the ghouls while you were asleep. We'll leave the rest for the cops to figure out, don't ya' think?" Dean smiled mockingly before grapping his brother around the back. "Alright then, ready to go?"
"Yup", Sam mumbled. He relied on his brother to push him out of the couch and focused on trying to keep his balance as the dizziness hit. He squeezed his eyes shut until the worst if it passed.
"Just take it slow, okay", Dean instructed as they started moving.
Sam's legs felt incredibly weak as they made their way toward the door. "That won't be too hard", he muttered sarcastically, seeing as if he tried to speed up any more his legs would probably give up under his weight.
Dean snorted in return, but didn't shoot back with another sarcastic remark as Sam had expected.
Must be worse than I thought, Sam thought to himself.
Slowly but surely, they finally made it to the car. Sam let himself fall into the passenger seat, just barely avoiding hitting his head against the roof. By now he was breathing pretty heavily and felt so damn exhausted.
Dean slid into the driver's seat a couple of seconds later, shooting his brother a worried glance.
"How you doing?" he asked.
Sam swallowed hard, closing his eyes to not be sick again. "Good", he replied weakly. "I'm good."
"Hey, none o' that", Dean scolded. "Tell me honestly how you feelin', or I can't help you."
Sam glared at his brother for a second, but gave up with a sigh. "I'm weak, constantly dizzy and I feel like i'm about to be sick again. Happy?"
Dean shot him an annoyed glance, but otherways ignored the sass. "Well, luckily for you I know just what you need."
Then he turned the motor on and drove away.
ooOOOoo
When Sam woke up the next time his body was aching from the uncomfortable sleeping position in the Impala. The car was parked outside of a grocery store, Sam realized as he looked around. Through the glass doors in the middle came Dean, two grocery bags in his hands.
"Mornin'", he said as he hopped in the car, dumping the bags in Sam's lap.
"What's this?" Sam asked, opening one of the bags.
"Supplies. To help you with the blood-loss-hangover", Dean explained.
Sam frowned as he pulled out a box of pie.
"Really, Dean?" he said, pressing the box into his brother's hands. "I think that's for you."
"Hell yeah." A big smile crept over Dean's face as he looked down at the pie. Then he reached over into one of the bags and pulled out a bottle of juice.
"Drink this", he said, handing it to his brother. "They always go on about drinking a lot of juice after giving blood donations, so I figured, why not."
Sam shrugged, opened the bottle and started drinking. It tasted wonderful, washing away some of the fuzz in his brain. He finished the whole bottle in a matter of seconds.
"Wow", Dean said with a laugh as he started the car again. "You should probably eat something too."
Now that didn't sound as good as the juice, considering his stomach was still a bit upset. He managed to eat about half a sandwich before the nausea took over and he had to throw the sandwich out the window to get rid of the smell.
ooOOOoo
About two hours later, they arrived at a remote motel in the woods that was not too shabby-looking. Dean opened the door for Sam, helping his brother out of the car.
"Alright, you wait here while I try to get us a room that's not three floors above the ground", Dean said.
Sam nodded, leaning against the Impala as he watched Dean disappear through the main doors. The sky was clear today and the sun felt warm against his skin, although he found the strong light a little painful to his still sensitive head, so he closed his eyes as he waited.
"Sam", a voice from above suddenly hissed. "Sam!"
Sam's eyes sprung open, looking around to see who had called his name. He found Dean gesturing at him from a balcony on the second floor, eyes wide.
"Demons!" he explained to his brother, trying to be as quiet as possible while he kept glancing back toward the building. "We gotta- watch out!"
Click-click.
Sam heard the sound before he felt the cold barrel of the gun pressed against the back of his head and froze. He swore silently for letting himself get snuck up on.
"Don't move", a man's voice growled at him as his hands were restrained behind his back.
Sam looked up at his brother again, who looked freaked as hell, hands wrapped around the railing so hard his knuckles whitened. They needed a plan, fast.
Sam tried to assess the situation the best he could, what with his brain still being a slow, tangled mess from the blood loss. There were at least two demons behind him, one holding the gun and another using both his hands to keep Sam's arms in a steady grip behind his back. Dean was maybe three meter above him, but not too far away. They'd left all their guns in the trunk of the car, but Dean, he had the demon knife.
Something shifted in Dean's features, so vaguely that only Sam would've been able to notice the difference. He'd caught onto the same plan that Sam had.
In the blink of an eye, Dean had reached down his side, pulled the demon knife out and threw it straight into the chest of the Demon standing next to Sam, the one with a gun. The demon sank to his knees, dead in seconds. Sam reacted fast, catching the demon holding him by surprise. He managed to pull himself free, grab the knife out of the dead demon's chest and thrust it into the stomach of the second demon, who was possessing a female vessel.
That's when he heard Dean give a surprised yelp. Turning to look up at him, he saw a demon grabbing his brother by the throat, another two closing in on him. That's when he heard footsteps on the ground behind him, but before he could react, intense pain spread through his head and he blacked out.
A/N: Hey, another chapter! I got a few reviews saying they wouldn't mind more, so I thought I'd continue this story. So what did you think? Want the rest after this cliffhanger? Please leave a review telling me what you thought; it really motivates me to keep writing!