Chapter 4 "Casper's a bitch"
'I'm on the highway to hell, highway to hell, I'm on the highway to hell,' Bon Scott's voice chanted loudly through the speakers of the 1967 Chevy Impala.
Dean turns into a parking lot of a apartment building, anger clearly written across his face.
He stops in front of the building. Sam opens his door and begins to get out.
"Call me if you find him." Sam said, looking at Dean.
Dean nods.
"And, maybe I can meet up with you two later?" Sam suggested, trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, Sam, sounds alright." Dean replied.
Daina stared at Sam from the back seat. Sam smiled at her, "I'll see you later, Ok? Don't go anywhere without Dean, all right? Stay safe."
"I will." She said, quietly.
He nodded to her. "Alright, good luck you guys. Keep in touch." Sam patted the Impala twice and turned towards the apartment.
Dean rested an arm on the back of the passenger seat.
"Sam," Dean called after him.
Sam turned around. "Yeah?"
"You know, the three of us, we made a hell of a team back there."
Sam nodded. "I know."
Dean sat back in his seat, and slowly drives off. Daina waved at Sam as they drove pass.
Sam waved back and watched them drive out of sight.
He sighs and turns to walk to his apartment.
When he entered his apartment, it was dark and quiet.
"Jess?" He called. "Jess, are you here?"
Sam notices a plate of cookies on a table next to a note that read 'Missed you! I love you' on it.
Sam could hear the shower running in the bathroom.
Smiling, Sam goes to his room, sits on his bed, and flops on his back with his eyes closed. Relaxing, for the first time in a while.
Sam feels a wet, thick liquid dripping on his wipes it off with his hand and looks at it. It was a deep red colour. Blood.
He jumps, fully awake, looking up at Jess's body pinned to the ceiling above him.
Sam gasps in horror. Jess's lifeless body stared down at him, bleeding from her stomach.
"NO!" Sam screamed.
Jess's body bursts into flames, and the fire spreads across the ceiling.
Dean kicks the apartment's door open.
"Sam!" He yells.
Sam raises a arm to sheild his face. "JESS!" He screams.
"Sam! Sammy! Come on!" Dean yelled, pulling Sam off the bed and shoving him out of the room and outside. Sam struggling the whole way.
"What happened?" Daina asked, getting out of the car and running up to them.
Sam stared at the ground, tears streaming down his face.
"Sam? Sam, are you Ok?" She asked worriedly.
Sam choked on tears, but didn't answer.
Dean looked over at him and then to Daina.
"Jess is dead, Dai." He said.
Daina stared in horror.
"The demon got her. We didn't know-we were too late."
Without a word, Daina leaned forward and grabbed Sam's hand. She rubbed it softly with her thumb.
Shortly after, the fire trucks began to arrive.
Dean stood watching as the firefighters entered the burning building, knowing they would never find the real problem. They would assume it was some electrical error, when really it is was the works of a supernatural crack-pot.
Dean looks over at Sam who placed a shotgun in the trunk of the Impala.
"Hey, how are you doing?" Dean asked him.
"I'm fine," He answered. " Come on, we have work to do."
Sam caught ahold of the side of the bridge during his fall. With a lot of effort, he was able to pull himself up on to the bridge again.
He quickly looked around for the Impala. No sign of her. Or Constance.
"Dean?" He yelled. "Dean!"
Sam looked over the side of the bridge and saw a annoyed, filthy Dean, crawling out of the water.
"What?" Dean yelled back.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm super."
Sam sighed in relief and laughed as he moved away from the edge.
A while later,after locating the Impala. Sam watches as Dean shuts the hood of his car, and leans on it.
"Is your car alright?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, whatever that chick did to it, it seems alright now. That Constance...what a bitch!"
"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure," Sam said. "So, where do we go from here, genius?" He asked, settling down on the hood of the Impala next to Dean.
Dean throws his hands in the air from frustration.
Sam sniffs.
"Dude, you smell like a tiolet." Sam commented.
Elena set her diary down. It was about time she got on with the day. Starting with talking to aunt Jenna, and then school.
She made her way down the stairs.
Her aunt met her at the bottom.
"Elena," She said. "Do I look like a adult? A respectable parental?"
"That would depend on where you're going," Elena said.
"Jeremy's parent-teacher conference. Hair up or down?" Jenna asked as she pulled her hair up in a pony-tail.
"Sexy Stewardess." Elena commented.
Jenna dropped her hair down, letting it drape over her shoulder's.
"Boozy housewife."
"Down it is. You're a fiesty one today, Elena." Jenna said.
"I feel good, which is rare. I have decided to go with it," Elena said. "Fly free, walk on the sunshine. All that stuff." Elena paused. "Where's Jeremy?"
"Left early, said something about getting to woodshop class to finish a birdhouse." Jenna stopped, when she noticed Elena staring at her. "There is no woodshop is there?"
Elena shook her head.
"Great." Jenna said, grabbing her purse and heading for the door.
Worry was flooding Daina's mind. Sam and Dean have been missing for many hours now.
If it wasn't for Matt, she would have walked back to the motel after school the day before, all alone...
She packed her bag and headed out the door. Praying that her brothers were alright.
She made it to the school with little issue, but realized that she was running late and had only a couple of minutes until class started. Knowing that Tanner does not take late students well, she ran to her locker and fumbled with the lock.
"I saw your brother in here yesterday," A voice said next to her.
Daina looked up briefly at Caroline, who was towering over her. Her arms crossed over her chest. "Oh yeah?" Daina said.
"Yeah, he was a 'janitor'."
"Oh, desparate for a job, I see." Daina said, snatching up her books.
"I thought he had a job-Doing, whatever it is you guys do."
"Um, yeah he does.. guess he just needed some pocket change, or something." Daina said, sounding a bit uneasy. "You know, I'll see you later."
Daina speed walked down the hallway to Tanner's room.
"...originally 5 centuries ago, it hasn't been over Mystic Falls in over 145 years. Now the comet will be it's brightest right after dusk during tomorrow's celebration..." Tanner said.
Daina twirled her pencil around with her fingers.
"Mister Salvatore and Miss Gilbert, are we bothering you?" Tanner asked them. Daina glanced over and saw them drop eachother's gaze and stare at the front of the room.
Daina grinned.
On break, Elena came over to Matt's locker which was next to Daina's.
"Matt, hey." Elena said, tucking her books under one arm and pushing her hair out of her face. "I was just wondering how Vicki was doing?"
"Oh, uh, they're keeping her for a few nights to make sure there is no infection, she should be able to come home soon." He answered.
"That's good news." Elena said.
"Yeah," Matt replied, not looking at her.
"So, have you got in touch with your mom?" Elena asked.
"Called her and left a message. She's at some beach with a boyfriend.." Matt said.
"Oh, well, it's good that Vicki's Ok," She said.
"Yeah, and now there's talk about missing campers."
"Did Vicki ever say what attacked her?"
"Yeah, she said a vampire."
"What?" Elena asked.
"It's what she told me. She woke up the other night, muttered 'vampire', and passed out." Matt said, shrugging.
"Ok, that's weird."
"Yeah, I think she was drunk or something." Matt said. He sighed and turned to face Elena. "So, what's up with you and the new guy?"
Elena looked up and met Matt's eyes. "Matt, the last thing I want to do is hurt you."
"Yeah, well, uh...you know," Matt said, closing his locker. "I'm actually going to go back to the hospital. I want to be there when Vicki wakes."
Elena watched as Matt hurried off.
"Miss Sommers, as Jeremy's teacher, I'm concerned, all right? It's the third day of school and he has already skipped six classes, I've been told." Tanner said during his conference between first and second period.
"Well, Mister Tanner, you are aware that Jeremy and Elena loss their parents, right?" Jenna replied.
"Four months ago, a great loss. Car accident. Wickery bridge, if I'm not mistaken. And you're related to the children how? Mother's kid sister, or something?"
"Younger sister," Jenna corrected.
"Right."
"Yeah, so six classes, right? That's kind of hard to do."
"Not when you're on drugs," Tanner said. "It's his attempt at coping Miss Sommers. All the signs are here, he's moody, withdrawn, argumentive, hungover. Get the picture?" He asked.
Jenna nodded.
"So, are there any other relatives in the picture?"
"I'm their sole guardian," Jenna said.
"Uh-huh, well could there be other relatives?"
"What are you suggesting?" Jenna asked.
" Isn't it a impossible job? Trying to raise two teens?"
"It's tough, but not impossible." Jenna said, firmly.
"Wrong answer, Miss Sommers. It is an impossibe job, anything less, you're not doing it properly."
Matt sat next to Vicki, waiting for her to wake.
He calmly brushed some hair out of her face.
Vicki woke, sitting straight up. "GET OFF! LEAVE ME ALONE!" She screamed.
"Whoa, whoa..Vick, it's me, Matt. It's Ok!" Matt said, pulling her back down on the bed.
"NO! GET AWAY!"
Matt let go of her and went into the hallway, "Help! Nurse! Someone!" He yelled. Matt continued down the hall looking for help.
Stefan enters Vicki's room.
Vicki picks up a pillow and throws it across the room in Stefan's general direction.
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU MONSTER!" She screams.
Stefan makes his way towards her and stares right into her eyes.
"It was a animal that attacked you. It came out of the night and jumped you." He said, still staring. "That is all you remember."
"It's all I remember." She repeats.
Stefan leaves the hospital room, swiftly.
"Help! Please, my sister!" Matt said, leading a nurse to Vicki's room.
The Nurse looks into the room at Vicki's calm, sleeping form. " She seems fine, dear." She said, continuing down the hall.
Matt stares at his sister for a long moment, confused.
After school, Jenna decides to confront Jeremy about his skipping habit.
"I picked up dinner. Tacos, I had a urge for guacamole." Jenna said.
"Nah, I'm good thanks." Jeremy says, about to head up to his room.
"Eat anyway, I want to talk."
Jeremy continues up the stairs.
"Hey, you!" Jenna said, loudly. "Come here and sit."
Jeremy turned around and sat at the table.
"You know, back when I was in highschool, freshman year, I use to eat my weight in tacos. It was my munchie food when I got stoned." Jenna told him.
"You get high?" Jeremy asked.
"Did, past tense. But yeah, I loved it too," Jenna continued. "Things you do to get a distraction from life...reality. And it worked for a while. It never lasts though." Jenna turns to the counter to prepare the tacos and Jeremy made a break for it when she wasn't looking.
Jenna turns around and sighs. Maybe Tanner was right, She thought.
Matt fell asleep in the chair next to Vicki's bed.
Vicki sees him and throws a empty gelatin container at him.
Matt stirs, "What the.." He muttered.
"Hey, Sleepy-head," She says.
"Hey, how are you feeling? You had me freaked out before with all that screaming," He said.
"Wait, what are you talking about?" Vicki asked.
"You don't remember?"
"I feel fine."
"Good, well the Doctor says you can come home tomorrow. Vick, what happened in the woods?"
"A animal attacked me. What else could it have been?" She asked.
Jeremy enters the room.
"Hey,Vick. How do you feel?" Jeremy asked.
"I'm Ok." She answered.
"Well, I'm gonna go get a coffee," Matt said.
Vicki nodded at him and turned back to Jeremy. "So, why are you here?"
"I just wanted to see how you were doing."
"Did you see Matt's face? His suspicion? I don't want people to find out about us, Jer."
"Well, you got to get over that." Jeremy said.
"But Jeremy, no one will like it. I'm older than you."
"No one is going to think anything alright. Why wouldn't I check on you, I was the one that found you."
"You found me?"
"Yeah," Jeremy said. "I carried you."
"Thank you," Vicki said, quietly.
"You're welcome."
Elena walked over to the Salvatore boarding house.
She approaches the front door and knocks and the door opens.
She enters the house, "Stefan? Stefan, you here?"
A crow flies threw the doorway and into the house, startling Elena.
She turns around quickly, and a man stands mere inches from her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to barge in, the door was.." She looks to the door which was closed. "Open.." She said, not remembering hearing it shut.
"You must be Elena, I'm Damon. Stefan's brother." He said.
"Stefan didn't tell me he had a brother."
"Oh, well Stefan isn't one to brag," Damon said. "Please, come. I'm sure Stefan will be along in a second."
"So, what happens if 'Casper' shows up? We can't exactly shoot it in the face." Sam said, as they drove along.
"We don't do anything. We hang back, we watch and learn. You know the drill, Sammy." Dean said, glancing at him. "First, we figure out what we're dealing with."
"We're dealing with the pissed-off ghost of Constance Welch," Sam replied. "We just need to figure out how to kill it." He paused for a second. "You know, Dean, sometimes you sound so much like dad, it's creepy."
"I take that as a compliment." Dean said.
"How is he anyway? How is dad?" Sam asks.
"Well, given that we have no idea where he is..."
"No, Dean, I mean like before he went missing."
"He's Ok. You know, he's dad." Dean said.
"Is he still pissed?" Sam asked.
"Well, he's dad. And dad is a stubbord bastard." Dean said. "And, well, you hurt him pretty badly."
"I hurt-Dean, he threw me out!"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"All I did was tell him I was going to law school-"
"That is not all you did." Dean said.
"You know what father's are suppose to do, Dean? They're suppose to be proud. But him-" Sam, changed his voice to a authorative tone, imitating his father. " You wasted enough time at college, to come home and join the business."
"You told him that you hated him, Sam."
"After he called me a coward, Dean! He said that if I wanted to go, I should stay gone- And I hurt him?"
"You know exactly what you said, Sam!" Dean said, loudly. "You said his whole life, the whole reason he did what he did, it was all pointless-"
Sam remained quiet after Dean's outburst.
"Ah-ha, you remember that, eh Sam? That no matter how many things we hunted, we'd never find the thing that killed Mom. That no matter how many people we saved- Mom was still dead! That we would never bring her back!"
"I remember..."
Dean lowers his voice. "That's what did it, you know. He was so angry- we both were." He pauses. "Mostly because we both knew it was true."
Sam turns to face Dean.
"Dean, I'm sorry. I wish I could take this all back..you have no idea. But you got to understand- I just had to get out of there. For once, I just wanted to be-"
"Normal?" Dean asked, turning his head to face him. "Cause you're pretty much a freak!"
"Not normal. Happy." Sam said, sadly. "You know, have friends, marry Jess, have kids -kids who wouldn't be terrified all the time.."
Dean took a sentimental beat. He wanted that for Sam too, but he knew deep down, that wasn't possible.
"What a total load of crap!" Dean said, abruptly.
"Wow. Thanks." Sam said, looking away.
"I mean, pretending to be all fuzzy and safe-Sam, you know no one is! Not with what is out there..but you'd rather just jam your head in the sand, become some ulcered-up lawyer?"
"It's not that simple, Dean."
"Yeah, it is. You can't run forever, Sam. You got to face who you really are.."
"Don't start with the whole 'you're one of us' thing." Sam said.
"You are one of us, Sam. We may put the 'fun' in dysfunctional, but we're the only family you got. And this- this stuff is in you're blood."
"Thank you, Obi Wan."
"Bite me, Sam." Dean said.
Suddenly, Dean leans forward over the steering wheel, squinting into the dark night.
"Dean..what is it?" Sam asks.
Dean flips on the headlights, illuminating a pale form of a woman infront of the Impala. Constance.
She moves amoungst the corn stalks and disappears again.
"Come on!" Dean yelled, jumping out of the car.
Sam follows behind him. "Dean, wait! I thought we were hanging back-"
He watches as Dean sprints off.
"Dammit." Sam mutters.
Dean runs off through the corn stalks. Soon, he is unable to see more than a few feet infront of him. He was lost in the maze of corn.
"Dean!" He hears Sam yell.
"Over here!" Dean yells back.
Sam looks around trying to determine which way Dean's voice was coming from. He sighed, throwing his hands in the air. I'm so screwed, he thought. "Dean, say something!"
"Sammy's a virgin!"
Sam rolls he eyes and follows Dean's voice.
"Well, this wasn't such a hot idea." Dean admitted loudly.
"You think?" Sam replied.
"Well, if maybe you would keep up-"
"Just keep calling out, Ok?" Sam said.
"Marco!" Dean yells.
Sam rolls his eyes once more, and hacks his way through the corn.
Dean sees a figure dart around him at unbelievable speed. She was close, Dean could feel it.
"Dean?" Sam called out.
Dean didn't answer. He moves forward, taking slow, cautious steps. Dean looks around.
"SAM!" Dean yells.
Sam takes off into a run, scrambling through the corn stalks until he found his brother.
"Dean, are you Ok?" He asked, out of breath.
Dean was staring a wrecked car sitting in the feild. A Toyota.
Sam moved next to Dean, and looked into the window.
A body was slumped over the seat, bloody, and mutilated.
Sam looked around at the surroundings. Five vehicles were perfectly arranged, all horribly damaged and their drivers inside.
Sam stared, disturbed.
A hand rests on his shoulder, causing him to jump.
"Easy, Sammy." Dean said, giving the shoulder a squeeze.
"They're all here. All the victims." Dean said, "But not dad."
Sam and Dean left the corn field, retracing their steps back to the Impala.
"Now what?" Sam asked.
" Getting the hell out of here."
"What- We're taking off? What about Constance?"
"Get on the ball, Sammy- our grumpy little hitcher's stowing her victims in a corn field. Dad's pickup is not there-"
"Dean, he's probably not one of her victims, I know."
"He's probably not even in Mystic Falls, Sam."
"Dean, we're not leaving until we deal with Constance, and what about the Vampire?"
"Sammy, we don't got the time. We have more pressing issues here."
"Then we'll make the time, Dean.''
"Where the hell is this coming from, Sam? I thought you wanted to ditch?"
"I do, Dean. Believe me. But people are getting hurt and dying here.."
"You know, a lot of people have been getting hurt the last couple years. And where the hell were you?" Dean said.
"Well, Dean. I'm here now. And I'm not going to walk away," Sam stated. " I'm not going to let anymore people die. I am hunting this thing, with or without you."
"You're a stubborn bastard, Sam."
"Runs in the family, I guess." Sam said. "Dean, dad would want us to stay. Hell, think of what he'd do to us if we left."
"Do to us-Man, you know I'd blame it all on you!" Dean said, with a grin.
Sam smiled.
"So, what are you thinking?"
"Well, just to mix things up a bit, I thought that this time, we should actually have a plan."
"And what is that, Smartass?"
"Well, we find out everything that can about Constance."
"Which happens to help us get rid of her ghost?" Dean asked, not understanding him.
"Yes, and the article here it says that she was to be buried at Hughes Creek cemetery," He pauses. "Dean, that's it. We just need to find her remains and give them a proper burial."
" Well, I actually thinking more like burn em' into dust," Dean stated. "Tell you what, take me to the grave, I'll dig up the corpse, you go find out whatever else, Ok?"
"Alright," Sam agreed.
Dean gets dropped off at the graveyard and begins to dig up Constance's casket.
Sam however, drives off towards town.
Suddenly, Constance appeared right infront of the moving Impala. Sam slammed on the brakes, causing the car to swerve wildly across the road. Sam was barely able to control the vehicle and bring it to a stop.
Sam sat panting, trying to calm himself.
Sam glances in the rearview mirror and sees Constance in the back seat.
"Take me home..." She says.
"No," Sam said.
All the doors lock by themselves. Sam frantically tries to unlock them.
The Impala began to drive on it's own down the dirt road.
Dean struggles to pry the lid off of the casket. Finally, the nails snap and the lid pops off. Dean stood staring at the empty casket, horrified.
Sam's breath was coming out in short bursts, his mind was racing.
How the hell will I get out of this one? He thought.
The car drives up the lane to a decrepit house, and the engine stops.
"Don't do this.." Sam said, quietly.
Constance stares at her house.
"I can never go home.." She said.
Sam watches her in the rearview mirror, realization coming over him.
"You're scared to go home.." He said, aloud. He turned in his seat to face her, but she has vanished.
Sam tries desperately to escape the vehicle. He throws his shoulder into it and pounds the glass.
He sits back, exhausted and frustrated. He spots Constance sitting in the passenger seat next to him. But she has changed. She was a wraith. Her mouth twisted and her bones visible.
She disappears again, but Sam could tell she was still in the car.
Suddenly, Sam jolts backwards and falls on the seat. Excruciating pain shot through him as his chest, neck, and shoulders were being clawed, his shirt ripping.
Sam struggles to find the ignition, but his hands are wrenched away by invisible forces.
Cuts appear in a criss-cross pattern on his wrists.
Sam, strattled to the seat, cries out in agony.
He was coming to terms with the fact that he will not make it through this...
Shards of shattered glass begins to fall all over the vehicle.
Sam opened his eyes enough to see Dean, pointing his Colt 6-shooter through the broken window, at the seemingly thin air infront of him.
"Let him go, you bitch!" Dean ordered.
The Colt fires and the bullet connects with it's target. Constance appears again, as if in bright light.
She turns to Dean, unharmed. She leaves Sam.
Sam sits up, wincing in pain.
"I'm taking you home.." Sam said, as he turns the ignition and steps on the gas.
The car lurches forward, smashing through the wall of the old wooden building. A support beam busts, and lumber from the second floor rains down.
Sam cracked his head on the steering wheel sharply, as the car comes to a abrupt, dust-settling stop.
"Sam!" Dean yelled , scrambling through the debris to his brother.
He sees Sam, forehead bleeding, tired and weak, but alive.
"Sammy, you Ok? Talk to me!"
"I'm Ok." Sam says, slowly moving his sore body.
Dean sighs in relief. " Good. Where is she?"
"I don't know."
"Alright, can you move?" Dean asks.
Sam nods.
"Good, come here. I'll help you." Dean said, opening the door, and pulling his brother gently out of the vehicle.
With Sam's arm over his shoulders, Dean leads him into the house and sits him down on a old chair.
"Let me see your head." Dean said, pushing Sam's hair out of the wound.
"Dean, this isn't over yet. Doctor me later."
Dean looks up and sees Constance coming towards them behind Sam, but she wasn't alone.
Following behind her was two children.
"You've come home, mommy," They said together.
They both lurched forward into her, and Constance screamed, and vanished, leaving only a puddle of water on the ground.
Sam and Dean drive back to Mystic Falls, beaten and dirty, but enjoying a rare moment of victory.
"So, how did you know that would work anyway?" Dean asked.
"What?"
"Taking her home."
"I didn't." Sam said.
"Wow. Thoughtful plan, Sammy." Dean said, grinning.
"Well, I can't believe you actually shot 'casper' in the face." Sam retorted.
"Hey, I saved your ass."
The boys made it back to the motel just before midnight.
They enter the motel and see Daina asleep in a awkward position on the couch.
"Man, you know, we should have called her. She was probably worried sick." Sam said.
Dean went over and picked her up and carried her to the bed. " Might have been a good idea."
"We were full of those today.." Sam said, watching Dean pull the covers over her.
"Mhm..Dean?" Daina asked, opening her eyes.
"Yeah, it's me. We're home."
"Why didn't you call or somethin'?" She asked.
"Sorry."
"It's fine." She mumbled, falling back to sleep.
Dean patted her leg and made his way to Sam.
"Alright Sammy, let me see your head," He said, pushing him down on a chair.
He went to the sink and got a cloth wet and brought it back, swiping Sam's forehead.
Sam gritted his teeth in pain.
"I think it needs a few stitches, Sammy." Dean said, clearing away the blood.
Dean grabbed the first aid kit and returned threading a needle. Sam watched.
"Ok, hold still, buddy. It only needs a few." Dean said, lacing the needle through the tattered skin on Sam's forehead.
Sam hissed in pain, but didn't move an inch.
Dean continued to stitch him up, then he cut the thread.
"All done," He said.
"Thanks." Sam said, sitting up grunting in pain and gripping his stomach.
Dean noticed.
"Sam, take off your shirt." Dean ordered.
"Dean, it's fine, really."
"The hell it is, now take off your shirt."
Sam sighed pulling his shirt over his head, exposing the slashes across his front.
"Jesus.." Dean muttered, grabbing the needle against and sterilizing it in alcohol.
"Whoa, Dean..no. They don't need stitches.." Sam said.
"Sam, these are deeper than the gash on your head."
Sam huffed, defeated.
"Will you put me out then?" He asked.
"What?"
"I don't want to go through this awake, Dean. Knock me out?"
"Nah, come on, Sam. You can take this."
"Dean, please.."
"I'm not going to knock you out!" Dean said. "Here." He unscrewed the lid of a bottle and handed Sam two pills. "Take these, their pain killers. I'll put some ice on the wounds, that will numb it." Dean said, getting up to get ice. "You panzy.." He muttered.
Sam sat staring at the floor. "I know.." He replied.
Dean looked at him over his shoulder and raised his eyes brows. "No arguement? No excuses?"
"No, because you're right."
Dean sighed. "Sam, look, whatever. It hurts, I get it. You didn't want to deal with more pain. It's not too panzy-like, alright."
Sam laughed. "Yeah, well anyway, thanks. You didn't have to do this."
"You think I would sit back and watch you bleed to death?"
"I could have done it myself." Sam said.
"Sure you would have." Dean said with a smirk. "Lay down on the bed."
Sam got up and walked over to the bed and lied down on the bed, and shivered as Dean placed bags of ice on his wounds.
"Dean." Sam said suddenly.
Dean looked up.
"Thanks for saving me back there."
"I'd say 'you're welcome' except that you're a major pain in my ass. I should've left you there."
Sam laughed once, shooting pain down his side. He gasped.
"Well, you idiot, don't move!" Dean said.
Dean stitched up all of Sam's injuries, "Now if you break them, they're your problem."
Sam laughed a bit, "Yep, thanks." He began to get up.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked.
"Getting in bed."
"No, you stay here tonight. I'll bunk with Daina."
"You sure?"
"Sam," was all that Dean said.
"Ok, fine." Sam said, kicking off his dirty jeans. "'Goodnight Dean."
"Night, Sam." Dean said, cleaning up the first aid supplies.
Dean put the fist aid kit away, and pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.
He crawled under the covers next to Daina, and shut his eyes.