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Previously on Supernatural- She waited for the boy to slowly remove the cloth and then soaped up her wash rag once more and gently went to work.

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"All done, Sam" Vonnie informed the red faced young man. Wringing out the washcloth she threw it into the hamper before adding, "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No ma'am" Sam agreed giving the nurse a dimpled smile. "Thanks for helping me out."

"It was my pleasure, honey" Nurse Vonnie replied as she snatched a fluffy, tan towel off the rack. "Come on now, let's get you outta that tub before you shrivel up like a prune." Setting the towel on the floor beside the tub Vonnie slid an arm around Sam's waist and slowly helped him stand and step out of the tub. Grabbing the towel off the floor she quickly wrapped it around the young man's waist to protect his modesty before leading him over to the toilet and pushing him down to sit on the closed lid. Taking another overly soft towel from the rack Vonnie began drying the youngest Winchester off keeping up a steady conversation the whole time to distract Sammy from the embarrassment the situation was surely creating. After thoroughly drying the younger man off, Vonnie grabbed a comb off the counter and tackled Sam's unruly mop of hair. It took her several minutes but the nurse was finally able to get the boy's chestnut locks untangled and smoothed down. Vonnie then put down the comb and picked up the clean pair of boxers that was lying nearby. She held the boxers while Sam put his feet in and then slowly slid them up his legs stopping at his knees. Helping the hunter stand once more Nurse Vonnie tugged the towel off and threw it into the hamper before pulling the boxers up the rest of the way. Once that task was finished she snatched the baby blue tee shirt and dark sweatpants off the counter and gently finished dressing the young man. "Alright Sam, let's go" Vonnie ordered as she opened the door and led him across the hall to the bedroom. "I wanna check the burns on your hands before I leave."

"Okay" Sam softly replied following Vonnie into the bedroom.

In the yard

Dean walked around the enormous white Winnebago grimacing in disgust. It was easily the ugliest vehicle the young hunter had ever laid eyes on from the ladder covering one side of the back to the front grill with the long white 'fangs' Vonnie's husband had evidently added to make it look like a mouth full of sharp teeth. Shaking his head at the idea of driving the monstrosity the young man strode over to the door on the side and, taking a deep breath, stepped up inside. Surprise covered his face as he took in the extremely comfortable looking interior. An elegant tan leather sofa sat directly in front of the door. A counter complete with a microwave, coffee maker, and stove ran from the end of the sofa to a tall door. Wondering if that was the world's smallest bathroom Dean walked over and opened the door mouth dropping open at the bottles of beer lining the top shelf of the refrigerator. "This might not be half bad" he thought to himself as he shut the door and walked the few steps into the bedroom. "Yep, not bad at all." He muttered glancing from the queen sized bed and flat screen TV in the bedroom to the bathroom that housed a toilet and a small shower. Hearing footsteps Dean turned and grinned at Bobby. "Dude, this place is better than most motels we stay in." he said eyes widening as he caught sight of another flat screen TV hanging above the driver and passenger seats.

"Told ya" Bobby muttered. "Now how about putting your eyes back in your head and coming back to the house? I need to take Vonnie home and do some grocery shopping before we leave tomorrow and I don't want Sam to be in there by himself." Turning the old hunter walked back down the steps knowing John's oldest would follow.

Dean walked down the stairs of the RV and carefully closed the door before hurrying to catch up with Bobby. Once he was alongside the older man Dean slowed his pace to match his friends'. "Grocery shopping, Bobby?" he asked with a frown. "Don't you think you have enough in that fridge of yours to hold us till we get there?"

"Yeah, but I figured I'd make a casserole for Sam. I wanna make sure we have something he'll actually eat if those pills and the riding mess with his stomach." Bobby explained. "And I thought I'd pick up some microwave popcorn for the movies I know we'll be watching and maybe even the fixings for an ice cream cake."

"Ice cream cake?" Dean repeated licking his lips. "You're gonna make…well, what are you waiting for old man, get a move on! You've got shopping to do!"

Chuckling Bobby watched Dean practically fly up the porch steps and in the front door. "Works every time" he mumbled as he slowly walked up the steps.

Upstairs

"Sammy! Hey, Sammy you decent in there?" Dean called as he knocked on the bedroom door. Hearing a muffled 'come in Dean' he pushed the door open and stepped inside. Seeing the nurse working on Sam's hands the older brother quickly walked over and stood beside Nurse Vonnie. Peering over her shoulder Dean fought the urge to grimace at the sight of his little brother's red, blistered hands. Swallowing he carefully schooled his expression before asking, "How's it look?"

"Not too bad considering how long they went untreated." Vonnie replied as she gently applied more burn cream to the younger man's hands being careful of the blisters that littered both hands. Feeling Dean's eyes watching her every move she sighed. Knowing that he wanted details she began explaining as she worked. "The broken blisters here and here" she said pointing, "are the source of the infection. Since Sam kept using his hands after he burned them, some of the blisters burst which aided them in getting infected because they weren't covered or treated." Setting the cream down Vonnie picked up the gauze and carefully started wrapping the injured limbs. "But Sam's hands should heal completely. He just has to remember to apply the burn cream and change the bandages several times a day." She added patting the youngest Winchester on the shoulder. "And make sure he takes the whole prescription. No stopping just because he's feeling better."

"Don't worry Vonnie. I'll make sure he takes every single pill." Dean assured smirking at his little brother's groan. "Thanks for taking care of Sammy for me. And thanks for letting us borrow your RV. It'll make getting to Florida a lot easier on the kid here."

"Anytime Dean" Vonnie replied pulling off the plastic gloves and throwing them in the trash can. "Now, if you boys will excuse me, I'm gonna find Bobby and head on home. I wanna make sure I get home before my children. No telling what kind of chaos they could cause if they were home alone."

Dean walked Vonnie to the bedroom door and gave her a quick hug. "Thanks for everything Vonnie" he whispered before kissing her cheek.

"You're welcome" she whispered back. "Be careful on the road. One hurt Winchester is more than enough."

"You got it" Dean agreed crossing his heart.

"Bye Sam" Vonnie called. She waved to the young man on the bed and then turned and walked out the door.

"Bye Vonnie! Thanks!" Sam hollered as the nurse left. He watched his big brother close the door and walk over to the bed. Dropping his gaze to his hands as his brother sat down beside him Sam mumbled, "I know what you're doing, Dean and you don't have to. I'll be fine in Bobby's truck."

"You won't and you know it" Dean pointed out. "Besides I checked out the RV and it's pretty cool. There's two flat screen TVs and a fridge full of beer and Bobby said he's making an ice cream cake to take with us."

"Really Dean you don't have to pretend to like it." Sam repeated. "And we don't have to take it. Bobby's truck isn't that bad."

"Sam, did you not hear me?" Dean huffed. "Bobby's making ice cream cake. Ice cream cake, Sammy! You know with the ice cream and hot fudge and all that other stuff! We can't carry that in Bobby's truck. It'd melt before we ever left the state! Nope, we're taking the RV. End of story. Now get your lazy butt up and come on. There's a Friday the 13th movie marathon on the sci-fi channel."

"Isn't that the one where all those kids run away from some guy in a hockey mask?" Sam asked as he stood and followed his brother.

"Yeah, it's always good for a couple of laughs." Dean replied leading Sammy into the hallway. "I mean, really the guy never even runs. He just slowly walks after them. How scary is that? I bet even Missouri could outrun that dude."

"I'll make sure I tell her you said that." Sam teased ducking the punch Dean sent his way. "Then we'll see who can outrun whom."

"Do that and I'll let slip what you said about her cooking." Dean joked laughing at his little brother's horrified look. Reaching the stairs he took Sam's elbow and helped his brother down the stairs and over to the tattered couch. Pushing his brother down on the couch he reached over to the coffee table and snatched up the remote. Flicking on the TV Dean swiftly flipped through the channels until the familiar masked figure appeared on screen. "Be right back" he told Sam before disappearing into the kitchen. Minutes later he returned with a bowl of popcorn in one hand and two bottles in the other. Plopping down on the sofa beside Sam Dean settled the bowl in his lap before setting the bottled water on the coffee table in front of Sam. Taking a swig of his beer the older brother smiled at his younger sibling, "Sorry Sammy, no beer for you." He happily stated nearly choking on his beer when Sam tried to give him a one fingered salute.

"Jerk" Sam fondly muttered as he leaned back against the couch and attempted to make himself comfortable. Glancing at Dean he felt the corners of his mouth turn up. His big brother was actually spending time with him again. Maybe things were gonna be okay after all.

A few hours later

Sam awoke to find himself alone in the darkened living room. Looking over at the TV he saw that the marathon was still playing even though the sound had been turned almost all the way down. Sitting up he wiped the drool off his face with the back of his hand and stretched. Glancing at the clock above the fireplace Sam was surprised to see that he had slept for three hours. Shaking his head he stood and started shuffling toward the kitchen where he could hear Dean and Bobby's muffled voices. He was halfway to the door when Bobby's voice rang out stopping him in his tracks.

"Your daddy said something to you before he died, didn't he?"

Sam stood frozen waiting for his big brother's answer.

"Yeah, he did" drifted into the room. "He sent Sammy out of the room to get him some coffee and then he said, he said he loved, loved me and that he was, was proud of me."

Sam quietly backed away from the kitchen face crumbling as Dean's words echoed over and over in his head. "He knew what was gonna happen. He knew and he wanted to be with Dean, not me." Sam thought eyes filling with tears. Looking away from the door his eyes fell on a photo of a smiling John standing behind his sons with a hand on both boys' shoulders. "Dad didn't, he didn't love me" he mumbled as the tears began to roll down his cheeks. Heart breaking Sam turned and fled up the stairs.