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Chapter 2
Slowly Dean slid along the wall, knees bending as he plopped his buttocks down onto the cold tiled floor
Slowly Dean slid along the wall, knees bending as he plopped his buttocks down onto the cold tiled floor. Spreading his legs he accommodated Sam's form, still clingingly tightly to his younger brother. "I'm here." He cooed, smoothing the curls in Sam's locks as he rocked them from side to side.
Five minutes passed surprisingly quick, the brotherly moment broken as Sam pulled back, inches from Dean's face as he scrubbed the residue of his soul from his cheeks.
Seeing his brother's wet pink skin Dean chuckled, smirking softly. God how much he missed him. "You're going to be alright Sammy."
"Yeah…I know." Sam replied, voice hoarse as he fell back onto his behind. Feeling incredibly disgusting, the grubby appearance coming to his attention. Glancing down at himself, he grimaced.
Dean noticed the whole realization, laughing and patting Sam's shoulder. "Nice job keeping clean." The tone was light, keeping humor alive without shoving the fact that he'd been gone down Sam's throat again. Grin fading, he stood, dusting off his knees. Bending down he offered a hand, the other grasping Sam's forearm. "Come on Sasquatch."
"I can get up myself." Sam said indignantly, using the ground for support as he stood. The hold on his limb was shaken off. The moment he straightened he felt the world shift, vision blackening.
In full brother mode Dean snatched Sam's arm once more, keeping the Winchester from falling backwards. "Yeah…sure you can Sammy." He sighed, knowing this was going to happen. The boy weighted less than Dean remembered, another reminder on what his death had caused his brother. Damn Bobby, you were supposed to watch him. I don't care if he went off the map, you should have found him. The silent voice argued in his head, the anger kept locked away. He would talk with Bobby later, his brother his number one priority at the moment.
"Come on, let's get you to bed." The word 'bed' seemed to be the wrong choice, causing Sam to snap back to life and shake his head furiously, almost knocking himself back onto the floor in a heap. Frowning, Dean tried to keep a hold on Sam while not tripping over his brother's big scrambling feet.
"No-no-no-no!" Sam squeaked, eyes wide.
"What?! Why?! You need sleep!" Dean yelled, wincing immediately as Sam flinched at his tone. Cooling himself down, he grab Sam's other arm and leaned inward. "Why can't you go to sleep buddy?"
Sam reacted nicely to the change in pitch, seizing his struggling almost completely. Blinking, he tried to not break down for a second time. "You-dead-can't deal…" The words that came from Sam's mouth made no sense, the picture still forming in Dean's mind none the less.
"Sammy…I'll be there when you wake up, I promise." Dean noted quietly, moving his hand to Sam's neck, giving the tender flesh a squeeze. "It'll be alright."
"O-o-kay."
Sighing Dean wrapped an arm around Sam's shoulders and guiding him through the doorway and into the bedroom.
The smell of mold and body odor was even worse in the hotel room, the flashing lights above each blue flower printed bed dying. The carpet was nice despite the peeling wallpaper and scratched table beside the small half-a-fridge. It was like an ocean of robin egg blue.
As Dean passed Bobby he nodded, the man keeping quiet in the corner of the room. He was fiddling through the millions of paper clippings and tid-bits forming a sheet over the opposite bed.
"There we go Sammy…over and down."
Sam followed the orders well for already tipping sideways, lids half closed. Collapsing on his side, his legs were hefted upwards and onto the soft sheets.
"There we go Sammy. Time for bed." Ruffling Sam's hair he slipped the blanket out from under him and whipped it over his little brother's form. The patterned sheet floated down and made an impression of Sam's body. As Dean went to turn his wrist was suddenly seized, his head swinging around to find Sam staring at him dough eyed.
"D-don't lea-ve." Sam whispered.
Dean felt his heart seize painfully in his chest. "I'm right here Sammy." He shook their clasped hands for emphasis, looking Sam dead in the eye.
"You should have fought tooth and nail with the phone company to locate him Bobby!"
"I'm not a damn mind-reader! I can't know all your aliases Dean!"
The hallway was filled with hot words that bounced off the walls and disappeared in the sounds coming from within the thin walls.
Dean paced back and forth, hands running through his hair, spiking it further. "You should have used some spirit talking voodoo magic!" Spinning around, he tried to pierce Bobby with his glare.
Stepping forward, Bobby sneered in rage. "Don't you fucken think I didn't try everything out of the book! You think I drank the bottle because of celebration boy?!" That caused Dean to shut his mouth; jaw clenched as he grinded his teeth. Bobbing his head Bobby relaxed his shoulders.
"Sorry Bobby…It's just…"
"He let himself go, I know Dean, I saw." Bobby interrupted sincerely. His eyes reached Dean's sad pools of hazel. "You'll get him back on his feet."
Silence stretched, energy leaving both occupants.
"Anyways, I was look'en through the pile scrap on the bed." Bobby blurted, hating to see his boy suffer. He knew he wasn't the biological father, and he never would want the spot. John had raised them well, despite what the boys think. "Its everything you can find on possession, hell, deals and traces of Lilith. Even the trickster is included."
That got Dean's attention, the Winchester raising his chin. Brows furrowed he began to slide into hunter mode. "You mean he thought he could make a deal with the Trickster and pull me out? Like before?"
Bobby nodded, shaking his head afterwards. "The boy was looking for everything Dean-everything."
Sighing, Dean hung his head. "I know…I figured as much." Teeth flashed as he gnawed on his bottom lip in thought. "I just…" Again his throat tightened, cutting off speech.
"Yeah…so did I." Both hunters predicted the youth to spiral, but not this far down the drain.
"Well, I better get back in before he wakes up again."
"Yeah, he went out like a light but I don't think he'll wake up so nicely. Call me if anything happens with you guys." Bobby yelled, already walking down the hall. He needed to look up some contacts and see what Sam had really been up to. Now that he knew where the kid was and what he was doing, it would be as easy as pie. That way, Dean could clean him up. Hell, the boy needed it.
"Yeah, we will." Dean replied softly after he heard the slam of a door shutting. Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he walked back into the room, closing the door silently behind him. Sam was still where he left him, sprawled out on the bed, covers pulled away from the soles of his feet and arms. "Nice Sammy…Chicks dig that…" Dean teased quietly, not wanting to wake the younger Winchester. Staring at Sam a moment longer, he meandered over to the fridge, examining its contents. Beer bottles and moldy left-overs scarcely decorated the shelves. "And nothing to eat!" Cursing, he dropped onto the bed, ignoring the scatter of papers. "No television…no food…no more beer left…what a awesome place to pick Sammy….what a nice place…" Whistling through his teeth he forced himself to wait till Sam awoke.