Torn Apart Chapter Three
Panda13216"Sam!" Dean first pressed his hands on Sam's spine, only attempting to hold him up. He then let his fingers roam until they found the exact spot where the bullet had entered Sam. From the trajectory, it seemed to have missed his vile organs, but the bullet had not come cleanly out. It had lodged itself inside Sam, making it more difficult to remove.
Dean pulled Sam upwards. Sam fell limply; removing all faith Dean had in him. Dean fell forward with Sam but not losing any grip he had. He held on tightly and managed to pull his brother up. It might've been easier if he hadn't had a broken leg, but for Sam Dean could be extra careful taking him back to the Impala.
It was a painstaking trip; Dean fell to his knees more than once. But never had Sam completely fallen to his knees. Now they were back to the Impala, Dean already in the front seat, Sam carefully put into the back. He had a bandana wrapped around his shoulder to slow the bleeding.
The wound wasn't very deep, but was terribly pressed close to his neck. Dean drove quickly and stopped at the bunker. He pulled Sam out and let his body rest on top of Dean's. He let him relax against the spine of his back. Dean began to pull him through the door and dragged him through the bunker, and into his bedroom. His as in Deans, so when he began to pull the bullet out, no blood would appear on his bed sheets.
Dean knew that extracting the bullet would be painful yet it was needed to be done. Even though Sam had passed out at the shock of being shot Dean knew that he would either wake up while Dean was digging the bullet out, or he'd feel it when he wakes up.
Dean walked into Sam's room, where he kept the thinnest and sharpest knife. The one he pulled out was a dark black, with a curved end. He then walked back into his own room, and slightly regretted what he was about to do.
He dug the knife into Sam's skin and Sam only twitched in response. He dug around in his brother's flesh, carefully listening and feeling to when he finds the bullet.
He found it after around five minutes of worming the knife under Sam's skin. Thanks to the hooked end of the knife he was able to pull it out. When he got it out it was covered in blood with hunks of flesh against the edges.
Dean disposed of the bullet and sat next to Sam. His brother hadn't moved yet, and he still had the over sized bullet hole in his arm. Dean had only just noticed this, and he got the gauze from his night stand. He wrapped it around Sam's shoulder and took special notice to how he put it on. The notice was to make sure Sam would still be comfortable when he moved around.
Dean decided it would be best to sew up the wound even though it was fairly small. He lifted the gauze only slightly, so he didn't wake his brother, but so he could also check the wound. He already had the needle in his fingers, and he ran the thread through Sam's skin, hoping the sharp little tings wouldn't make Sam uncomfortable. He finished and wrapped the gauze at the exposed areas of the wound.
Sam stayed asleep for ten minutes, not making any movement except for his silent breathing. He finally woke up and the first thing he did was grip his shoulder for dear life.
"Augh, what happened to my shoulder?" Sam asked. He looked to Dean before noticing the crimson liquid on the bed. "Are you okay?" He began to scan Dean up and down, looking for any cuts or bruises.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?" Dean questioned Sam. Sam held his shoulder tightly, but otherwise didn't show any sign of pain.
"My shoulder hurts, but I'm fine." Sam looked around the room. He stood up and swayed leaning into Dean for support.
Dean understood the silent communication. It was obvious both of them were ready to get out of there. They weren't there for a job anyway; they just needed a place to crash while Sam's leg healed up.
Dean walked downstairs, and waited for the receptionist to return to the desk. He handed her sixty dollars. She rolled the money in her hands before returning to the back room. Dean then walked back upstairs.
He opened the door to reveal Sam, to which he hadn't moved at all. Sam was pressed against the wall and his arms looked in one of the worst positions Dean had ever seen him in. Dean hooked his arms under Sam's, and then began to lead him downstairs. He came back upstairs when Sam was carefully placed in the Impala.
Dean came to the Impala, and opened the door. Before he started the car, he checked Sam's position along with his wound. Both looked perfectly fine, and according to Sam he was comfortable and that they could get going. Despite this Dean still scanned Sam, looking him up and down for hints of discomfort.
Dean started the Impala, and they pulled out of the sun deprived parking lot. They went down the highway in peace, each one not saying anything to the other. Sam rested his elbow on the window sill, visually photographing each scene in his mind. Dean kept both of his hands firmly on the Impala's steering wheel.
Either way, both boys were okay and they were heading on to their next adventure together, as always.
A/N It's finished! After forever, I've completed my little story, under the title Torn Apart. I hope y'all enjoyed! It took me a while to want to keep writing it, but I think it deserved to be finished. I'm going to start working on a one-shot of mine now. Bye! -Panda