Today was my college graduation, so I thought I would give ya'll the best gift out there, an update!

Thanks again to griffin-girl02 for being a beta this story! As usually I don't own Supenatural. Please enjoy the story, and make sure to review!

After a few minutes of cleaning the wounds in silence, Sam became tired of hearing the rain on the roof, so he asked,

"Is this your house? You seem familiar with it, but unsure, as if you don't know where some things are."

"It used to be my grandparent's cabin. When they died a couple of years ago they left the cabin to me. Right now I'm glad they did, so I can be here to help you and your brother."

"Me too. The next step after we get these cleaned is to make sure there isn't anything in the wounds, like pieces of clothing, dirt, and such. After that, we have the fun of stitching humpty-dumpy back together again."

Sandy laughed at Sam's little joke. She was so nervous that she would hurt Dean worse, or do something wrong, but Sam was helping her calm down and work. After working quietly for a while longer, Sandy broke the silence by asking,

"How do you know all this First-Aid stuff?"

Sam thought about saying, 'Oh, me and Dean, we hunt evil things and get hurt a lot so our ex-Marine dad taught us how to patch each other up so we wouldn't have to risk going to a hospital'

Instead he told her, "Our Dad was an ex-Marine. He taught us First-Aid, and I took some advanced classes in college."

"Cool, I took a few classes in High School, but nothing like this. So, where do you go to college at?"

"Stanford."

"Dang! That's pretty impressive. It must have cost a pretty penny."

Sam shrugged dismissively, "I had a full ride scholarship."

Sandy stopped working and looked at Sam in shock.

"Are you like a genius or something? Because, wow!"

Sam laughed at Sandy's antics, "I don't know. I've just always done well in school. How about you? Any scholarships?"

"I graduated this past year with a bachelors in Education. I had an academic scholarship, but lost it. Thankfully my leadership scholarship went up and covered what was lost. College is expensive."

Sam nodded, agreeing with her and remembering the old times at Stanford, which now seamed like a lifetime ago.

Sandy's voice broke into Sam's thoughts,

"I think I'm done, but it's bleeding a bit again."

Looking over Dean's arm Sam pronounced it clean and ready for stitches. He directed Sandy to get two of the suture kids out and get them ready for use.

Sam showed Sandy where the stitches would have to go into the deeper cuts and how to tie them. Thanks to her needlepoint skills, Sandy picked up on it quickly. About halfway through the stitching, Dean started moaning and moving around.

"Sam?" a panicked Sandy questioned.

As Sam tried to calm Dean down he asked, "How many pain pills do we have left? I think the ones we gave him earlier are starting to wear off."

After quickly counting the ones she had left she answered, "Five."

"Crap!" Sam thought for a second, "Check the first aid kid. There might be some more in there."

Sandy hurriedly tore though the kit praying that some pain meds had been put in.

"Found some!" She crowed as she pulled them out of the kit.

"Good, get three of the Tylenol and two of the antibiotic."

"Dean, Dean," Sam shook his brother trying to rouse him. When he opened his eyes Sam showed Dean the pills, "Open up, you need to take these, OK?"

Dean blinked a few times then opened his mouth. Sam dumped the pills in and gave him a sip of the whiskey that was still sitting beside him.

"OK, swallow now then you can go back to sleep," Sam told Dean.

As soon as Dean swallowed the pills he went back to sleep. Sandy and Sam waited a few minutes for the medicine to kick in before starting back on the suturing again.

After thirty minutes of working in silence they were finished. The only thing left was to bandage the wounds. Sam put Betadyne on top of the stitches and ointment on top of that, and then the bandages.

"Do you think we should put the shirt on him?" Sandy questioned.

"Probably not. Do you have a short sleeve button up one?"

"I think so. I'll be back in a second," Sandy said as she left.

True to her word, Sandy was back with a plaid button-up.

"Will this work?"

"Perfect. Can you help me get this on him?" Sam asked.

"Sure, what do you want me to do?"

"I'm going to pull him up, and if you could support his back while we get the shirt on that would be great."

Sandy nodded her consent and moved to the arm of the couch. Sam gently lifted Dean into a sitting position, and Sandy slipped in behind him.

Dean groaned a little, but didn't do anything else. The two eased on the shirt and gently laid him back down. Sam pulled the afghan he had found earlier over his big brother's prone form.

Sandy notice how exhausted Sam looked, "Why don't you get a bath and some sleep. It's past one am, and you look like you need some rest. Don't worry about Dean. I'm not the one who hiked through the woods dragging my brother. Go, I'll watch him. I promise to get you if anything changes."

Considering his options Sam decided to take her up on her offer, "Thanks."

" Welcome. You know where the bathroom is. The guest room is directly across from it."

After Sam's shower he realized just how tired he was and thanked Sandy silently for the bed. As soon as Sam's head hit the pillow he was out like a light.

After Sam had left to take his shower, Sandy started picking up the living room; cleaning up everything, and reorganizing the First-Aid kit she had ripped through. After cleaning that up, she got another blanket for Dean and went to check on the laundry. She heard Sam go into the bedroom, and by the time she went by, he was already asleep.