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John watched from a distance as Dean continued to comfort his youngest, watching with utter disgust.
Sam finally stopped crying, turning toward John reluctantly, the man's disappointment unmistakable. Sam rid Dean's chest of his head and positioned himself away from Dean, to Dean's bewilderment. He stepped away from Dean and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
"Thanks Dean, I'm good now." Dean offered Sam a soft smile.
"Any day." Sam returned a small smile, his brother giving him a playful punch in the arm.
"All right, little guy, let's go home so we can look at those injuries of yours." Sam turned around, heading back to his father, with Dean behind him, his face immediately falling. Everything hurt, not one inch of his body went unscathed; all because of his father.
He looked down at the ground, ignoring his father's intent gaze, as he limped toward him, cradling his hand to his chest. Dean stood by him protectively, ready to catch him if the time came.
They walked back to the motel, John grunting every few minutes at the rate they were going. Sam kept his eyes on the ground, miserable, allowing his hair to cover his face.
Sam attempted to pick up his pace but only managed to gather more pain to his body. He stifled a groan, and felt a hand rest on the small of his back, offering comfort. A small, halfhearted smile grazed his lips as his thoughts drifted toward his brother. Dean has always been there for him. He would run to Hell and back for him. Sam could screw up in ways unimaginable and Dean would still be there to cover his tracks.
When they reached the motel room, Dean eased Sam onto the bed, and hurried to get the first-aid kit. He walked back over to Sam leisurely. Sam, knowing the drill, gingerly began to take off his shirt. Dean gasped, then, without delay, helped him take his arms out of the sleeves when he saw him having difficulties from the obvious pain.
Sam watched as Dean began to pale, his fists tightening into balls, his nails leaving red crescent marks on his palm. Sam was befuddled because, as he did this, he had been looking at Sam the whole time. He looked down confusedly to his chest, and gasped loudly. Everywhere on his chest was covered in bruises even his arms having several minor injuries. No wonder it hurt so damn much.
Dean got to work immediately. He began with checking Sam for broken and/or cracked ribs. He pressed four fingers in the center of his chest, with the thumbs spread outward, rubbing his ribs efficiently. His brows creased. Every time he felt a small crack in a rib he would hear Sam let out a small moan.
"Sorry, little guy, you got a few cracked ribs. And by the looks of it, you got some bruised ones, too." He offered Sammy a comforting smile as he began to wrap his ribs, carefully wounding the gauze around his small body.
"Okay, you think anything's broken?" Dean asked as he finished up Sam's ribs. He held up his hand tenderly.
"Possibly my..my hand. I don't know for sure. Could be the wrist." Dean held Sam's wrist in his hands delicately, carefully prodding his wrists. Sam hissed.
"Sorry, Sammy." He continued the movement, being impossibly more gentle as he checked for any sprain or break.
"Well, Sammy, Dad was pretty rough on ya. I think it's sprained." Sam watched as Dean's anger became more evident. He quickly masked his disapproval of his father.
"You know what to do, right?"
"What?" Sam asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"You know, that thing I taught you to use when you sprain your wrist."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Oh, that. The 'RICE' method." Dean beamed brightly.
In the RICE method you must rest the injured wrist and gradually use it when tolerated for 24-48 hours, then ice it for 20 minutes every two to three hours. The "C" in RICE stands for "compression", the "E" being "elevate".
Dean compressed, or applied pressure, to Sam's wrist by wrapping it up, making sure not too tighten it too much. He then gathered up all the pillows in the small motel and stacked them together next to Sam's side. Sam placed his wrist lightly on the stack of pillows, making sure it stayed elevated above his heart.
"Good, that's better." Dean, remembering the limp Sam had earlier, reached down to take Sam's foot. He twisted it at random intervals, testing how far he could go without causing pain.
"This hurt?" Dean asked, twisting Sam's foot to the left, then right.
"No, not really." Dean nodded slowly, now pointed Sam's foot in a downward position. Sam hissed lightly.
"That did." Dean began to wrap Sam's foot, thinking it was probably just twisted.
"Aight, kid, just try not to walk too much. It'll get better in a few days."
Sam offered Dean a small nod.
Now, what else hurts?" Sam tensed suddenly, realizing his shirt was still off. A few days back John had whipped him with his belt after a particularly screwed-up hunt, leaving scratches all over his back. Fortunately, Dean hadn't gone behind him yet, but it was only a matter of time. Dean mistook the tension in Sam's muscles for a chill.
"You cold?"
"Yeah, it's a bit chilly. Can I have my shirt back?" Dean walked over to the couch where he had placed it on and flung it at Sammy.
"Thanks."
"Anytime. You sure you're good everywhere else?" Sam nodded as he began the process of putting on his shirt. Dean quickly walked over to Sam and helped get his arms through the sleeves. He pulled the shirt down, successfully putting on his shirt. Sam flushed.
"Umm…thanks."
"No prob." Dean, in search of John, headed off into the kitchen. "Let me know if you need anything." Sam nodded, after realizing Dean probably hadn't seen it, as he was facing the opposite direction. Oh well.
He listened as Dean's footsteps receded into the kitchen. Obviously John and his brother were going to have a confrontation of some sort. He urged himself off the bed, keeping his sprained wrist above his heart, and limped toward the kitchen, stopping just before reaching the entrance.
Dean and John were standing side by side. They spoke in hushed whispers; not even Sam's unbelievable hearing could get him into the conversation. However, he didn't need to strain any further as their voices where steadily getting louder.
"Goddamn it, Dad, you coulda killed him."
"Dean, I knew what I was doing." Dean let out an expressionless laugh.
"'Knew what you we're doing.' Right, dad, you knew exactly what you were doing. Man, Dad, did you see how many bruises that kid had, because I don't think you did." Sam watched as Dean wiped his face with his hand. There were many emotions on his face, the majority being anger, distress, and anguish. His body language held a protective stance, almost like he was asking for his father to make a move.
Sam stood out of sight from his family as he began to think: Did Dean know? John wouldn't just tell him without realizing the consequences. Dean would hate him, no longer see him as a hero, but as a villain. A cold-hearted bastard.
"Dean, I don't want to talk about this anymore. I did what I thought would be better for my family. That was a technique I used when I was younger. It's not my fault Sam couldn't handle it."
Sam watched as Dean pushed John into the cabinet, in such an angle where he could see neither of them. All he could do was listen as the pans clattered and Dean whispered something to John.
"Don't you dare blame my baby brother for this. It was your goddamn fault for being so fucking hard on him."
He pushed John one last time before leaving the kitchen dramatically. Sam was too stunned by John's words, and Dean's tooo for that matter, to react when he saw Dean standing in front of him.
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mmmm.....i always like ending on semi-cliffhangers but you can't really consider that one. The scene isn't uber suspenseful, but, it is fun to read...the emotional ones where Dean is all protective really get to me...lol
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