Light A Candle Ch. 3
Disclaimer: I do not own the Winchesters or anything recognizable in this story. The characters of Kurt Dremler and Jason Larson belong to David Reed. They are used in his book Bobby Singer's Guide to Hunting.
Previously: "Thanks Doc," Dean voiced, reaching out once again to shake the man's hand before watching as the medical professional exited the room. Noticing that Sam seemed to be succumbing to the medicine, he sat quietly at his brother's bedside thinking about the things that needed to be done when he got Sammy back to the motel.
Pulling into the parking lot of the latest motel they were staying it, Dean pulled as close as possible to the door and then shut the engine down. Reaching over and placing a hand on Sammy's shoulder, he gave him a gentle shake. "Time to wake up, Champ," he voiced in a soothing voice so as not to startle his brother.
"Dean, wha?' Sam mumbled groggily as he pushed himself up in the seat and attempted to open his eyes, hissing when he was unable to do so. Raising his hands toward his eyes, he felt his brother's hands stop the forward progress.
"They're bandaged, remember?" Dean stated in explanation as he gently pushed Sammy's hands back down to his lap.
"Oh yeah," Sam muttered despondently as the events of the past few hours crowded his mind…the hunt, the ride to the hospital, the diagnosis of snow blindness.
"Sammy, it's going to be alright. Just you wait and see…" Dean's voice drifted off as he winced at his choice of words.
"That's the problem Dean, I can't see," Sam murmured as he leaned back against the seat.
"Not right now, but that won't be the case a day or two from now," Dean intoned with conviction evident in his voice. "You are going to see again Sammy."
"You don't know that Dean. The doctor said..."
"Who cares what he said. I'm the big brother here and what I say goes, and I say you are going to see again!" Dean voiced authoritatively.
"And no one would dare defy my big brother, now would they?" Sam stated with a laugh that chased away the somber tone that had fallen over him since waking.
"'Course not, now let's get you inside where you'll be more comfortable," Dean said as he pushed open his door and darted around to the other side so that he could help Sammy. Waiting for Sam to stand, he grasped his brother's arm and gently led him towards the room.
"Okay Sasquatch, it's getting late so I'm going to grab you some sleep pants and boxers from your duffle so you can get ready for bed and then I'm going to call in a take out. Anything in particular you want?" Dean asked as he rooted around in Sam's duffle for his night clothing.
"A pizza and some beer would be nice," Sam replied as he sat on the edge of the bed with his hands in his lap.
"Un Uh, Kiddo, no way! No beer while your taking your meds," Dean stated as he pulled Sam's clean clothing from the bottom of his brother's duffle. He would have to remember to wash his brother's clothing soon.
"Now who's the party pooper," Sam pouted, jumping in surprise when he felt his clothing hit him in the chest area.
"Just get changed," Dean groused with a smile even though his brother couldn't see it.
"Uh Dean, which way to the bathroom?" Sam stammered since he was kind of off balance right now and couldn't remember its location in the room.
"What, you too modest to change out here? It isn't like I haven't already seen everything you got," Dean chortled causing his brother much embarrassment.
"Jerk," Sam voiced, his cheeks coloring a bright red at the comment.
"It's about five steps to your left Bitch, and make sure you duck so that you don't bang your head on the doorway," Dean voiced as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He needed to order the food and then make a call to Bobby.
~~Supernatural~~
Picking up the phone as he prepared a steak and some fried potatoes for dinner, Bobby grumbled, "This better be good."
"Hey Bobby, it's Dean. I need a favor."
"Dean, something wrong, boy?" Bobby queried upon hearing the tone of Dean's voice and not liking the sound of it.
"I need you to find someone to finish a hunt for us. Something kinda happened and Sammy and I can't finish the hunt we were on," Dean replied with a sigh.
"Damn it boy, tell me what happened," Bobby grumbled, turning the stove on low and allowing the steak to simmer in its' juices.
"Sammy's uh, well, he's blind at the moment, Bobby."
"Balls," Bobby yelled rather loudly in surprise. What the hell happened, ya idjit?"
"It was a hunt for an orang minyak. We were on the ski slopes and the snow was really reflective. Turns out it's caused a case of snow blindness for Sammy. The doc says it will clear, but…"
"Where you boys at?"
"New Hampshire, Mt. Washington to be precise," Dean replied, tugging a hand through his hair.
"Okay, I'll be on my way just as soon as I make a few calls. I'll get Kurt Dremler and Jason Larson to take up the hunt. They're a couple of horses asses, but they'll get the job done."
"Bobby, you don't have to come. We'll be fine," Dean retorted, not wanting to put the older hunter out.
"I know that Dean, but I want to come," Bobby replied as he scrubbed a hand through his slightly graying hair with worry. "Just text me the coordinates and I'll get there when I can."
"Okay, and thanks Bobby," Dean replied just before hanging up the phone and sending their coordinates and the name of the motel they were staying at to the man who was so much like a father to him and Sam now, along with another message about something special he needed the gruff hunter to do for him.
"Dean?" Sam called out, standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
"Over here, Kiddo," Dean stated, pushing himself up from the table to meet his brother halfway. "The food should be here any minute. I ordered us a couple of roast beef sandwiches with a side of fries from Boston Market."
"Sounds good," Sam voiced, thankful that the meal would be an easy one to consume since he didn't have to worry about using a fork or a spoon to eat it.
~~Supernatural~~
Placing his hand under his pillow and grasping the knife that rested there, Dean lay still as he tried to figure out just what it was that had drawn him from a deep slumber. Stilling his breath, he listened for sounds of soft footsteps in the room, but what he heard instead was a pained moan.
"Sammy?" he gasped, shooting up in bed and then reaching over to turn the small dresser top lamp on to illuminate the room.
"Hurts, Dean," Sam replied breathlessly as he tossed his head back and forth in the bed. He had tried to keep from waking his brother, but he just couldn't take the pain anymore.
"Why didn't you wake me?" Dean chided as he pushed himself up from the bed to get his brother's medicated eyedrops.
"Th-thought I could handle it, but…."
"Next time you wake me!" Dean ordered as he approached Sam's bed and sat down beside him. "Let me get this unwrapped and then I'll put the drops in. Afterwards, we'll put a cool compress over your eyes to take away the hurt until the medicine kicks in."
"'Kay," Sam voiced gratefully, holding still as Dean unwrapped his eyes. Chewing his bottom lip in hope as he felt Dean grasp the first gauze pad, he tried not to groan in disappointment when the gauze pads were removed and he still couldn't see anything.
Steeling himself as Dean held open of his eyelids, he tried to keep from moving as he felt the first drop fall into his eye. Of course, he wasn't successful and Dean had to brace his head to put the next drops in.
"Okay, all done, Tiger," Dean stated as he finished with putting the drops into the second eye. "Now lay there and keep your eyes closed while I go get a cool compress to cover them."
"Dean, I…I…"
"You what, Sammy?" Dean called out from the bathroom as he soaked a clean washcloth under a cool stream of water.
"I, um, I gotta go,"
"Oh, okay, I'll be there in a sec. Placing the washcloth down on the sink, Dean walked out into the room to find Sam sitting on the edge of the bed and bouncing his knee.
"Up you go," Dean voiced, tugging Sam to his feet and steadying his brother when he wavered slightly. Leading his brother over to the small commode in the bathroom, he said, "You got this?"
"Dude, you are so not helping me to pee," Sam voiced abashedly, waiting until he heard the sound of Dean's footsteps walking away before doing his business. Flushing the commode, he pulled up his sleep pants and felt along the wall until he arrived at the sink. After washing his hands, he called out for Dean to help him back to the bed.
Helping his sibling to get back in the bed, Dean then returned to the small bathroom and re-wet the washcloth. Wringing the excess water out, he returned to his brother's bedside. "Okay Sammy, I'm going to place a cool cloth over your eye now. Just relax."
Sighing with the relief the washcloth provided, Sam snuggled further down into the bed and then faded off to sleep moments later
Noticing that Sam had fallen asleep approximately twenty minutes later, Dean re-wrapped his brother's eyes without waking him and then tucked the blankets in around Sam.
"Night Kiddo," he whispered, ruffling his sibling's hair before turning out the light and going back to bed himself. As he lay quietly in the bed to the soft sound of his brother snoring, he could only hope that Sam's vision would return soon as the doctor predicted. He couldn't handle the thought of his brother living in a world of darkness forever.
TBC Sorry, I meant to have this posted this morning but family activities kept me busy all day.