Sam arrives to rescue Dean, but is it too late for him? Kind of a short chapter...
Sam sped into the empty lot of the abandoned factory and jumped out of the car, barely bothering to turn the car off. His mind was in panic survival mode. He had had a very bad feeling about the waitress that Dean had left with. But he had mistaken it for annoyance to the fact that Dean was going to screw around when they were in the middle of a case. But now it was too late, and Dean sounded like he was seriously hurt. Sam kicked the bolted door to the main entrance of the abandoned factory open in one go, his worry causing him to have an adrenalin rush. There were no lights on. Sam fished into his jacket and pulled out the high beam flash light out of his pocket. As the light swept over the dusty interior, Sam habitually gauged how many years the place had been abandoned. Ten years, maybe fifteen.
"Dean? Dean, where are you!" Sam shouted. He began to do a light jog through the building. He swore when he hit a dead end ever now and then, having to back track and start over. Every now and then he would stop, call out Dean's name, and wait to listen. As of yet, only the silence answered him. Sam turned a corner, and he felt like this last hall was the last one in the building, and there had still been no sign of Dean or the waitress that abducted him. Sam held his breath, walking slowly down the hall, trying to hear the slightest noise; breathing, scraping, anything that would give a hope of life. It was only now that Sam noticed that there was a light, just barely strong enough, flickering underneath a large door. He raced to the room, and stood at the doorway. The room was big, with piles of empty sacks in the corners. It was probably once a store room for the ingredients. There was a table with candles, a cup, and blood sigils on it. Dean lay on the floor next to the table. His entire bare torso was bleeding from multiple bleeding wounds on his neck, shoulder, and arm.
Sam rushed to Dean's side and hoisted him up. Dean groaned against the person disturbing his slumber, more blood oozing through the barely healed wounds. Sam was talking a lot, saying that everything would be alright, that they were going to pull through this like they always do. He draped on of Dean's arms around his shoulder, grabbed his clothes, and started dragging him out. It was hard work dragging his dead-weight brother through the factory, but luckily Sam had even more of an adrenalin high than he did before. Thoughts of getting his brother to safety and taking care of him was all that he had, driving him like a machine. When they finally reached the front of the factory, Dean seemed to respond to the sound of the Impala's engine idling in the lonely parking lot. Sam opened the door to the back seat and flopped Dean in. He put Dean's shirt on the floor and wrapped his undershirt around his fist. Pressing his hand against the wound, Dean finally responded with a loud growl. Sam rolled his eyes. Pansy. Sam placed Dean's hand on the shirt, now that Dean was awake to actually do it himself. Sam was about ready to pull out and high-tail it out of there, but he turned back to look at the factory. Sam slammed the door after making sure the heater was going, and tracked his way back into the factory.
Returning to the room where he had found Dean, Sam quickly examined the scene. He had never seen a symbol like the one on the table. It looked very similar, though, to the symbol of the wolf that some ancient South American tribes used. That did not bode well with Sam at all. He pulled out his cell phone and took a picture of the symbol with candles. Then he pulled a flask out from his jacket(Dean doesn't know about it). He dumped out the liquor in the bottle and poured the rest of the chunky dark brown liquid into it. It smelled foul, blood and alcohol the two most obvious smells. Putting the flask back in his jacket, Sam sprinted back to the car. He slammed the door to the drivers side and looked in the back seat. Dean was still lying on the seat, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. But he seemed to be seeing past it. Sam cast a worried glance up and down his brothers figure, then backed the car up to peel out of the parking lot as fast as he could.
Sam new he couldn't take Dean to a hospital. From the extent of the damage he had seen, doctors would begin to question him and his brother, because there were no wolves or dangerous animals in this state. Plus, their fake life insurance probably couldn't cover that. Sam sped back to the motel that he and Dean had found temporary refuge in. Sam barely had time to criticize himself on his terrible parking job before he was out of the car and gently trying to coax Dean out of the back seat. Dean had lost more blood, which Sam knew he wouldn't be happy about when he learned of the huge blood stain on the back seat, and his eyes had closed again. Dragging him into the room and laying him on the bed, Sam started to panic when he saw how pale Dean was. His eyelids had a copper color to them, which worried him even more. He grabbed Dean's unharmed shoulder and shook it gently.
"Dean?" Sam asked sternly. He shook it a little harder. "Dean!"
Dean gave a soft groan and his eyes fluttered open. Sam hung his head with a sigh of relief. If Dean could manage to regain conscious after this long without treatment, then he would be okay. His body was very hot though, which Sam didn't know what to think of. Infection maybe? Sam would have to get a better look at the wounds first.
"Sam..." Dean said, looking his little brother dead in the eye. "She...she was the fugly..."
"Yeah, I got that Dean. We'll talk about it later." Sam said, removing the jacket and shirt-now caked with blood-from Dean's shoulder. All the skin on his shoulder, neck, and arm were covered with a thick layer of his own blood, which seemed to be coming mostly from his neck wound.
"No...Sam, you don't understand...!" Dean grimaced loudly as he pressed a hot wet rag to the wounds.
Sam tried to gently clean away the blood without causing Dean too much pain. Sam was surprised to see that the wounds were already in the last stages of coagulation. But they were still inflamed and tender, so when Sam touched them, he could feel Dean's heart beat right under the skin. Dean hissed and Sam apologized. Sam began to reach for the bandages. When he tried to put the first one on, he was caught off-guard, and gasped in surprise as Dean caught his hand and growled at him.
"Sam, listen to me!" Dean exclaimed. Sam swallowed a hard knot in his throat and nodded, a very, very, bad feeling gripping his gut. Dean relaxed again, his eyes half open. "She bit me... Sam. She...she...bit me..."
Sam was frozen. He had feared as much, but his denial was so strong that the thought never fully manifested in his mind. Until now, when Dean's body went slack, his head lolled to the side, his eyes were still barely open. Sam gently closed his brothers eyes with the tips of his fingers. He took the wet rag again and finished cleaning the blood off of his brothers comatose body. It was as Dean said. The puncture marks were in perfect crescent moons on his skin. Sam could already tell that they were healed more than they should have been. Sam found himself strangely calm, his breathing steady and his heart racing. Sam guessed that he just still hadn't fully grasped that his brother had been bitten by a werewolf. Automatically, Sam finished dressing and bandaging the wound, still making sure to be careful even though Dean was too deep under to feel anything. When he finished with the process, Sam sighed deeply and got up to sit in one of the chairs.
Sam tried to think analytically about the situation. The wounds were too neat, too clean. It didn't seem like the werewolf had tried to eat him. It just wanted to bite him. And then there were the bites themselves. Not characteristic of a normal wolf mouth. Was she human when she bit him? Did that mean that she could control her transformation? What exactly did she transform into? Normally humans don't actually turn into wolves when they get bitten. Sam found his grip on his composure slipping, so he decided that it was time to do some research. He pulled the flask out of his jacket and poured a little into a plastic cup from the bathroom. He pulled up the picture of the symbol that he had taken on his phone, and began to cross reference it with information on the internet.
The more Sam learned, the more theories started to form in his head. The internet could only provide so much information. But Sam didn't feel like calling Bobby. That man had a knack for telling if something was wrong with the Winchester boys from the second he picked up the phone. The only good source of information that Sam had was Dean. Sam sat back in his chair and sighed, rubbing a hand don his face. The sun was just peeking over the hills, and Sam decided that he would go and get groceries and food for the wait ahead. Waiting for Dean to wake up.
Sam got up and grabbed the keys to the car. Dean was going to want to eat when he woke up. And when he woke up, Sam was going to have a serious interrogation with his older brother.
A/N: Ok, so this chapter has been SERIOUSLY edited. This chapter used to be a LOT shorter (precisely 716 words). So anybody who is reading it now that has been rereading and see's this, this it what I'm doing instead of actually updating it. New chapter coming soon!