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A Time to Heal
Chapter four
As soon as Dean left the room Sam put the ice pack on his back for about half an hour then he sat up. His back still hurt and there was still some numbness in his legs but already he was beginning to get some feeling back, he could tell that the swelling was already going down. He grabbed onto the arms of the wheelchair and used his strong arm muscles to pull himself up. He stood behind it and used it to keep his balance as he took a few steps. Maybe they wouldn't have to stay here for a week after all he thought. He knew him and his brother both liked to move on after a hunt, they never liked to stay in one place more then they had to. He also knew Dean wouldn't go without him, so if he kept improving, in a day or two they could probably leave. He then took a few more steps without the help of the wheelchair, it was slow going but at least he could walk. He made it back to the bed and popped the pills in his mouth; he then lay down to take a nap.
Mike's Bar and Grill
Dean walked into the bar and took a seat at the window where he could keep an eye on Sam's room. He then ordered a beer and checked out the clientele. Most of the people in the bar seemed to be locals with only an occasional traveler stopping by for a drink or burger as they passed through the area. Dean could tell that the pool table itself had been taken over by the locals. He smiled to himself as he watched the winners of the matches brag about their winnings. He knew it would be easy pickings and actually felt a twinge of guilt knowing their winnings would soon be in his pocket, but he and his brother needed the money and this was one way of getting it. After downing a few beers he got up and put his quarter on the pool table. This was going to be a piece of cake he thought as he watched the men decide who was going to take him on. Dean figured he'd play it the way he always did, lose a few games to draw them in, then when the bets got as high as he thought they would, start winning and hope that the locals would take their lost and not try to start something. He knew he could easily handle all of them if they did start a fight, but he was tired and didn't feel like drawing attention to himself or have the bar tender call the cops.
The motel
Sam drifted off to a restless sleep then suddenly awoke drenched in sweat. He immediately tried to sit up but his legs once more seemed to be paralyzed.
"Damn it!" He swore, he thought he had been feeling better but once more he had a sharp pain in his lower back and his legs would no longer move. He squeezed his eyes shut as the pain shot across his back then down his legs. He reached for his phone but hesitated, why bother Dean, there was nothing he could do for him but watch him suffer. He lay back on the bed determined to ride the pain out and hoped that the worse of it would subside before his brother got home.
The bar
After deliberately losing the first few games Dean began winning back his own money and his competitor's money. One after one they fell to Dean's superior playing. When he was sure he had won enough money to live comfortably for the next few weeks he decided to call it a night. As he walked toward the motel he expected any moment to feel someone tap him on the shoulder then start a fight to try to take back their money. He smiled as his hand reached the motel door without any encounters from the men who had lost their money to him. Sam lay in bed propped up watching TV.
Dean smiled as he poured his winnings out on his bed.
"We'll be eating good for awhile."
Sam smiled back.
"No fights?"
"Nope, it was like taking candy from a baby."
Sam turned back to the horror movie he was watching.
"Look how fake that thing is." He said referring to a werewolf on the screen. "That doesn't even look real."
"I know that, and you know that, but these makeup people never actually saw one." Dean said as he watched the screen for a few seconds. "What they need to do is add a little less hair and a little more drool." Dean looked over at Sam. "How're you feeling?"
"Pretty good." Sam said as he tried to hide the pain from Dean when he reached for his glass of water.
"Still hurts huh?"
"I guess it will for awhile."
"Well the doc said it'll take at least a week."
"I was up earlier and I could actually walk a little, but then all of a sudden my legs went numb again."
"You're pushing it Sam. The doc said to take it easy and it'll heal on its own." Dean looked down at Sam's pill bottle. "You're taking these aren't you?"
"Yeah I took two right after you left."
Dean looked at his watch.
"Well it's time for two more." Dean poured two pills into his hand and handed them to Sam.
"I feel better without them." Sam pushed Dean's hand away. "They make me feel funny."
"Doc said you got to take them so don't make me shove them down your throat."
"Okay….okay….." Sam took the pills from Dean and washed them down with the glass of water. "Happy?" He asked when he put the glass back on the table.
"Yep." Dean smiled as he turned his attention back to the movie. "Why do they always have blondes in werewolf movies?" He asked as he gathered up the money then flopped down on his bed.
"I have no idea." Sam also turned his attention back to the movie.
The doctor's office
"Hey I already told you; as long as he keeps taking the pills I prescribed for him he's not going anywhere." The doctor told the man at the other end of the phone line. He knew the pills would keep Sam's legs numb and unable to walk without assistance.
"You got to get his brother away from him. I've heard of Dean Winchester and I don't want to be messing with him."
"Don't worry, he'll be alone. I'll make sure of that."
TBC
