Hey guys! So I feel really good about this chapter and I enjoyed writing it, I hope you also enjoy reading it. So how is Sam gonna react to Dean showing up on his doorstep unannounced? Guess you'll just have to read and find out.
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Chapter Three
I don't remember the drive to Stanford, but suddenly I'm sitting in the parking lot with blood dripping onto the once clean seats of someone's Buick. My head pounds from the beating it took less than an hour ago and every inch of my body aches from the strain it went through to get to where I am now. For a moment I sit in the car, just trying to keep my tired eyes open, when I remember why I came. With much effort I pull my cell phone out of my pocket and sluggishly punch in the number with bloody, shaking hands. It rings for a while and I'm scared that he won't pick up but, much to my relief, he does. My brother's voice comes over the line, already launching into some lecture about my late night or should I say very early morning phone call.
"Dean, I already told you..." Not able to wait any longer, I interrupt him.
"Sam?" My voice comes out in a pained rasp and I wince at how vulnerable I sound, wishing that I could put more strength into it.
"Dean are you ok?" The concern is evident in his tone and it takes everything in me not to roll my eyes. Do I sound ok?
"I need help." I answer instead. I hear shuffling on the other end and the jingling of keys, he must be heading for the door.
"Ok, I'm coming. Where are you?" It takes me a moment to remember and I squeeze my eyes shut trying to think, blood loss is a bitch.
"Um.. Stanford parking lot." My memory finally returns to me and I let out a sigh.
"Ok I'll be there soon, hang in there. Just keep talking alright?"
"Sure... thing Sammy." I bite back a gasp as a wave of pain washes over me threatening to send me into bliss unconsciousness. There's talking in my ear and it takes me a moment to realize that Sam's trying to get my attention.
"Dean, you still there? Dean!" I wince at the volume and take a deep breath.
"Yeah I'm here. No need to shout." I'm getting really light headed and it takes all of my concentration to focus on what my brother's saying.
"Dean I'm in the parking lot, but I don't see you. Where are you at?" I forgot that he would've been looking for the Impala.
"I'm in a silver Buick, near the back." I honk the horn a couple times to help him out and soon I see his gigantic form coming around the corner.
"Ok I see you." He hangs up the phone and jogs over to the car, pulling open the door as soon as he arrives. A gasp escapes him as he sees the state I'm in and I offer him a lopsided grin.
"Hey Sammy. Miss me?" Sam reaches in and helps me out of the car.
"Dean what the hell happened to you?" My knees buckle as soon as I try to stand up and I would've landed face first on the pavement if Sam hadn't caught me.
"Got on a Wendigo's bad side. Turns out they don't appreciate it when you try and torch 'em." He puts one of my arms over his shoulders and I shout in pain, the movement sending spikes of pure agony jolting through my body. My brother throws me an apologetic look before curling his other arm around my waist so he's supporting most of my weight.
"Why didn't you just get help from Dad? No offense, but I'm pretty sure he would've been a better choice." I take a minute to regain control of my breathing before answering.
"He's still on that Raw Head...hunt, won't be back... until tomorrow." A cough escapes me and I try to suppress it but only succeed in making it worse, soon I'm doubled over hacking loudly. I taste copper and spit blood on the ground. Sam holds me steady.
"Easy, Dean, let's get you inside." Finally the coughing subsides, taking my remaining strength with it, and I sag against Sam's hold taking ragged breaths. We slowly trudge towards my brother's dorm with him half dragging, half carrying me down the hall. When we reach the door Sam leans me against the wall and goes to unlock it. The second he turns away my knees gives out and I collapse onto the floor clutching at my side trying to block out the pain. I groan and the man next to me spins around.
"Oh shit, Dean!" He gathers me in his arms and lifts me up off the floor before carrying my body through the door bridal style. I yell when his arms put pressure on my ribs and back, aggravating my already screaming muscles. "Shhh. It's ok, I got you." He sets me down gently on the bed, even that simply movement causes pain to flare up inside me. My breathing quickens and I grip the sheets tightly, squeezing my eyes shut as I do so. Sam walks over to the bathroom and emerges a few seconds later hold a first aid kit. He sits down in a chair next to me and puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Dean I need you to sit up so I can take care of your injuries. Do you think you can manage it on your own?" I'm about to give him some snide remark about not being completely invalid but the second I try to move agony consumes me and I have to clench my teeth to keep from screaming. Sam sees my discomfort and nods. "Guess that's a no." He stands and puts a hand behind my back before slowly pushing me up. I hiss at the movement and he pauses. "Sorry." I nod and he resumes his efforts. After a few more muttered curses and some very creative threats on Sam's life, I'm finally sitting up with my legs bent at the knees and hanging off the end of the bed. Once I catch my breath I look up at my brother and immediately notice the strange look on his face.
"What?" He offers me a sympathetic grimace.
"I have to take your jacket and shirt off to get to your wounds." I frown and shake my head.
"Of course you do." I take a deep breath a sit up a little straighter. After a moment I nod. "Ok let's get this over with." Sam reaches forward and grabs the collar of my jacket, getting ready to pull it off. The image reminds me of when Dad attacked me and my body starts trembling involuntarily. I take a few quick breaths and try to calm myself down. It's not Dad, it's Sam. It's not Dad. The man across from me gives me a questioning look.
"You ok?" I nod. "Ready?"
"Yeah." He gently pulls the fabric away from my body, pausing every time I gasp in pain, and soon the bloody jacket is lying discarded on the floor. Next he starts on my shirt. His fingers find the hem and he slowly starts to lift it up. When the fabric gets past my ribs, he gasps, apparently it looks pretty bad.
"Oh my god." He stares at the swollen, bloodied skin around my midsection and I squirm uncomfortably under his gaze.
"Sam, can you please hurry up?" He snaps out of his stupor and nods.
"Right, sorry." He immediately returns to the task at hand and pulls it up to my torso, averting his gaze when he sees the damage there. My brother goes to lift the material higher but my arms are in the way. Reluctantly I go to raise them above my head. The second I go to lift them up, fire engulfs my ribs and I scream in pain.
"Gah!" My eyes water as Sam hastily pulls the shirt over my head and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Damn it." I choke back a sob and reach out to grab his flannel, gripping it tightly.
"Easy, easy Dean. Just breathe." I swallow against the bile that's threatening to rise up my throat and nod. After a moment I'm able to breathe without feeling like knives are grating against my bones. "You ok?" I nod and he lets go of me to reach for the first aid kit. Sam takes a wet rag that he'd brought from the bathroom and gently wipes at the blood that's still dripping from my wounds, ignoring the way my breath hitches every time he hits a particularly tender spot. When he's gotten everything as clean as he can, my brother reaches for the disinfectant and eyes me warily.
"I need to make sure those gnashes don't get infected." I nod and he quickly pours the liquid over the cuts on my bicep and hip. I hiss as the familiar burn of it spreads across my skin and Sam frowns. "They're gonna need stitches too."
"Just get it over with." He nods and quickly threads a needle before holding it up next to my arm. Without hesitation he sticks the metal through my skin, pulling the string along behind it. I clench my jaw and stare at the wall in an attempt to distract myself. Twenty-two stitches later and he moves on to my hip, I don't bother counting the next round. When he's finally done I turn to look at him. "Done?" He nods.
"Now I just have to wrap your ribs." I groan and he grabs the wrap from the kit. He starts to wind it around my midsection, causing me to wince every time he accidentally bumps into the abused bones.
Soon my ribs are covered in the white bandages and I run a hand over my face. My fingers come away stained red and I frown remembering the bloody nose I'd received earlier. I turn to Sam.
"I'm gonna go clean this up." I say motioning to my face. He gives me a questioning look.
"That can wait until tomorrow. Why don't you just get some rest?" I flash a smile at him.
"My good looks are all I've got, what happens if one of those hot frat girls sees me looking like this? No way man, I'm gonna get cleaned up." My brother rolls his eyes at me and shrugs.
"Ok. Go ahead, knock yourself out." I carefully stand to my feet and take a step towards the bathroom. As soon as I try to support my weight my knees give out and Sam once again has to catch me. I throw him a lopsided grin.
"I may need a little help though." He rolls his eyes and together we trudge over to the bathroom. I open the door and lean against the counter for support, confident that i can hold myself up. Sam lingers for a moment and I shoo him off. "I got it, I don't need you hovering over my shoulder. He turns to leave and I kick the door closed, breathing out a relieved sigh. My body sags against the counter and I look into the mirror hanging on the wall. My reflection makes me cringe. Dried blood has crusted under my nose and down my chin from where I took a couple hits and I've got a split lip. My right cheek is swollen and there's a gnash up by my temple that's still bleeding slightly, so basically I look like crap. I grab a washcloth from the cabinet next to me and put it in the sink, turning on the water as I do so. I watch as steam rises into the air and, once it's soaked, grab the washcloth. A content sigh escapes me as I press the warm fabric to my face, enjoying the soothing feeling that spreads over my wounds.
Carefully I wipe away the blood that covers my face and try and bring down some of the swelling. After I'm satisfied that I look a little better I look into the mirror again, my appearance has barely changed. Deciding that there's nothing more I can do for my face, my eyes roam down to my chest where several bruises are still visible. The skin is littered with deep purple and blue hues with the occasional cut or scrape breaking up the color. What worries me the most is the shape of the bruises. Dad hit me hard enough where there's a clear imprint of a fist nearly anywhere he touched me. There's finger shaped bruises on my arm where he grabbed me and when I turn around I see the first signs of tread marks from his boots starting to appear on my back.
Maybe they'll just look like splotches in the morning. Like I've ever been that lucky. I reach for a shirt Sam had given me just before I walked in and somehow manage to pull it over my head without passing out. A relieved sigh leaves me when I see that the material covers up most of the bruises, especially the ones that look like fists.
I shake my head in disgust. I always thought that the worst dangers I'd face would be the demons and monsters that we fight daily, not my own father. Anger bubbles up inside of me at the thought of the man I used to look up to and I slam my fist down on the counter. This turns out to be the worst decision of my entire life because as soon as my hand makes contact with the granite top, my entire body is consumed in white hot pain. My knees buckle and I fall to the floor, hitting my head on the way down. I yell as my frame hits the ground, curling in on myself. Black dots invade my vision and I can feel myself slipping away. The door flies open and Sam comes barging in, kneeling down next to me. He reaches out and says something but I can't make it out. Darkness consumes me and I fade off into unconsciousness.
So that's it for chapter three! I hope you guys loved it. I'll update as soon as I can. Reviews are welcomed and appreciated (seriously please go ahead and leave one if you don't mind, I love reading y'alls reactions to a chapter).
