Chapter 7

The areas of pain on his body were starting to get worse, but he couldn't stop the intense desire that was burning through him that overwrote everything else. He had no control what so ever now as she satisfied her needs before she was going to feed. He still wanted her; nothing else mattered. She was working her way back down to his chest, raising her clawed hand to take out his heart. She was so involved with Sam that she didn't sense the danger on the other side of the door until it flew open with a loud crash and bounced off the wall. A dark figure stood in the doorway surveying the scene before him for only a split second before responding to it.

"I don't think so bitch!" Dean spat waiting for her to turn her head before putting two rounds between her eyes. She didn't even have time to scream or react as she toppled off the side of the bed to the floor in a heap. Dean rushed to the bed looking down at her body. He didn't even blink as he added two rounds to the heart for good measure. "You don't try to eat my baby brother." he growled. He wasn't taking any chances that the head shots didn't kill her. He turned to Sam trying to see how bad he was hurt. Dean looked around and saw the lantern on the nightstand and turned it up all the way so he could look up and down his body for injuries. "Sammy, hey man can you hear me?" Dean asked laying a hand on his blood coated body relieved to feel the shallow rise and fall of his chest. "Talk to me dude." he urged capturing Sam's chin with his fingers and turning his head to be in his line of sight.

"Dee?" Sam slurred trying to figure out where he was and what was going on. The pain suddenly hit and he moaned trying to sit up but was stopped by a strong hand on his shoulder. "Where is she, need her!" he hissed trying to throw his brother's hand from his shoulder while throwing a punch with his other hand. Sam fought weakly with his brother but the blood loss made it easy for Dean to pin him to the bed. Dean grimaced when he saw the coating of red over Sam's teeth and blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. He choked back the need to upchuck as he glanced down at the dead body and saw blood smeared around her mouth and down her naked body. Dean was sure she had been draining Sam before making her final move to kill him.

"Lay still and stop fighting me! I need to check these wounds." Dean ordered him once he stopped struggling. He checked the claw marks finding the deepest ones that were still leaking blood. Dean stripped a pillow case off the pillow and pulled out his holy water pouring most of it over the case so he could wipe some of the blood from his body. He looked around and saw Sam's shredded shirt on the floor and grabbed it. "C'mon Sammy gotta help me here, I need you to sit up." he instructed pulling him to a sitting position on the side of the bed. Sam cried out in pain as the movement sent shock waves through his ravaged body. He panted hard trying to focus on his brother who was trying to bandage his wounds. After tearing the shirt into strips, he wrapped it around Sam's chest, stomach and arm tying them tight to stop the flow of blood until he could get him to the motel and stitched up.

"Sammy, I need you to rinse and spit." Dean told him placing the holy water to his lips. "Rinse and spit." he said again as water dribbled down his chin. He wanted to rid him of what blood he could, hoping he wouldn't understand what he had done.

Sam tried to do what he was told and managed to get some water in his mouth letting it sit there for a moment and looked to the side trying to figure out where to spit it out.

"Any where's fine." Dean told him when he saw the slight frown on Sam's face. Sam obeyed and let the water spill from his mouth onto the floor beside the bed.

"Hurts Dee." Sam moaned trying to fight off the effects of the toxin still in his body. He tried to shift again to get up only to be stopped again by Dean. "Please, I need her!" he begged as he lost focus on Dean.

"Hold on damn it! Dean fussed trying to get the last makeshift bandage tight. He slapped Sam's face lightly several times trying to snap him out of this funky state.

"Wha' hap'ned?" Sam asked panting hard as he held his hand to his bandaged stomach and focused on his brother.

"She got you instead of me. The cut on your hand that's how she releases her toxin into the men's body."

"You get h'r?" he asked as his head lolled to the side almost too heavy to hold up.

"Yeah and just in time by the looks of you."

"Burn body." he grunted as blackness tried to claim his mind and he began to topple over.

"No, no...Can't check out yet. Gotta get out of here first." he urged looking around and grabbing his jacket to drape over his bare, trembling shoulders. "C'mon gotta walk to the car, you're too big to carry anymore." Dean urged him dragging him to his unsteady feet. Sam swayed back and forth unsure if he could keep himself upright as he tried to follow Dean's orders. "You can pass out in the car. Now walk." he instructed him as they staggered toward the car with Dean keeping a firm hold around Sam's waist and steering them from the house.

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Sam was leaning heavily on Dean as he tried to make his rubbery legs shuffle forward. He was light headed and the world was spinning around him as Dean drug him to the Impala. He opened the back door and maneuvered Sam to the back seat. He slumped to the side as the blackness finally claimed him and he fell into the dark abyss. Dean got him pulled in enough to get his long legs bent and shut the door.

"I'll be back in a moment bro." Dean said knowing he didn't hear but told him anyway. He went around to the trunk and pulled the small gas can out. He headed back inside and used a sheet to wrap the body and drag it outside to burn. He poured gas over it and lit a match dropping it onto the sheet. The blue flame caught the gas and engulfed the shrouded bundle in a whoosh! He stood there watching it burn for a moment before heading back to the car and his brother. He figured that should keep the bitch dead.

"Crap! Bobby's gonna kill me." he mumbled looking in the back at his unconscious brother to be sure he was still ok and saw the bandages were turning red with his brother's blood. He cranked the Impala and headed for the road wanting to get back to the motel and sew up his brother's wounds. He didn't wanna think about what he would have found if he had been five minutes later. Sam was lucky she had taken her time with him, toying with him like a cat playing with a mouse instead of ripping his chest open to eat his organs as soon as she had the chance.

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Dean manhandled Sam into the room, trying to be careful with his wounds and to his bed. He went to the bathroom and wet towels to clean the remaining blood off so he could see the damage done and patch him up. He grabbed the first aid kit and sat down beside Sam on the bed. Dean took out his knife and cut away the makeshift bandages before taking wet towels and wiping away the remaining blood to get a better look at the damage that had been done. He grimaced in pain once he was finally able to see the extent of the wounds.

"Man Sammy she got you good." he told an unconscious Sam. "This is gonna hurt bro, but I gotta clean them out." he said taking a bottle of peroxide and slowly pouring it over the cuts. He used a towel to catch the overflow as he watched them began to bubble and foam. Sam grunted and twitched trying to move away from him, but Dean held him in place. "Hold still Sammy, there's a couple that will need stitches, but the others a couple of butterflies will work." Sam moaned in response but didn't wake up as Dean continued to minister to Sam.

Dean gently wiped his chest, arm and stomach before changing to alcohol to finish the cleaning. Sam tried to struggle from the bed as he wiped the cuts but couldn't get away from his brother's tight grip. The blood flow had slowed down and he began to suture the worse three injures before moving to the others closing them with butterfly bandages. By the time he was finished, Sam looked liked a patchwork boy. He covered his work with gauze pads and tape to protect them. Sam didn't regain consciousness through this and for that Dean was glad.

Dean picked up a clean wet cloth and gently wiped the worse of the blood from Sam's mouth and face. He saw the small scratch on his cheek and cleaned it applying cream. He was glad he had added a bag of IV solution and laid out what he would need to start an IV in Sam's arm. He found a good vein and without hesitation inserted the port taping it down. He used a piece of gauze to make a hanger and slipped the bag over the bed post before inserting the line. He set the drip and checked everything before finishing up. Once that was done, Dean laid out tubing and ports so he could give Sam a blood transfusion knowing the bitch must of been drinking his blood. He wiped his arm and inserted the port watching as blood filled the line running into a bag by his side. Once Dean decided there was enough blood, he took out the port and positioned it in Sam's other arm before moving the bag higher so it would flow into his arm. Dean grabbed a bottle of juice from the fridge and downed it to stave off the lightheadedness he was feeling.

Dean shook his body once before going back to the bed. He proceeded to check out the rest of Sam's body for any other injures. The only other one he found was the cut on the top of his hand. It looked infected and doctored it before gathering up the used towels and cleaning up the first aid supplies. Dean sighed as he looked down at Sam's sleeping body watching him twitch in his sleep. He pulled a blanket over him and tucked it in before stepping back satisfied he had done all he could for his brother.

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Something about the cut on Sam's hand looked familiar and he pulled up the victim's photos on Sam's laptop and looked at them again. Then he found it, two of the victims had the same cut on their hands just like Sam's. Now he was thinking this was how she infected her victims. He sighed as he stood up knowing this could of been a lot worse. He jumped when his phone began to ring and hurriedly pulled it from his jacket pocket.

"Hello." he huffed out in an exhausted voice.

"What happened?" Bobby demanded. "One of you yahoos was supposed to call me. No wonder I have all these grey hairs!"

"Gotta little busy here Bobby." Dean replied trying to be evasive.

"Where's yer brother?"

"He's..." Dean started looking over at Sam. "He's in bed." Dean said in a tight voice trying to dodge the question.

"Spit it out Dean, how bad?" he asked knowing full well something had happened. Neither boy had been able to con him yet and he could hear it in the tone of Dean's voice there was definitely something wrong.

"She cut him up, a few I had to stitch up, some blood loss, but I've got IV going along with a blood transfusion. He's still out of it, but I think he'll be ok." Dean told him, knowing better than to lie to him. He knew from past experience it was best to 'fess up, tell the truth and take the heat than lie.

"Sounds like you've done what ya can. He able to travel?" Bobby asked calmly knowing now wasn't the time to take Dean down a notch or two.

"I think so; we'll be heading back tomorrow early. Think you can check out a Pontianak for me, especially her toxin. It seems to be affecting him still even though she's dead. Need to know how we can get it out of his system."

"That what you took out? A Pontianak? New one to me. I'll see what I can find."

"Dee?" Sam groaned as he started coming to trying to figure out what had happened.

"Gotta go Bobby; Sammy needs me. Just see what you can find." he said hanging up and hurrying to Sam's side.

"Did ya...Ow...Get her?" he grunted raising his head to look down at his chest. "Feel hot..." he said shivering under Dean's touch.

"Yeah, she's toast, now lay still. I'll get you some pain meds, you're running a fever." he told him looking through the kit for the bottle. He shook two into his hand and went to the fridge for a bottle of water. "Here take these." he told his brother holding the pills to his lips. Sam let him slip them into his mouth and waited for the water so he could swallow. Dean slipped an arm under his shoulders and raised him up to sip the water. Sam coughed and moaned as his chest and stomach burned and pulled. "Easy now, take another little swallow." Dean urged wanting to get fluids into him.

"Tas' fu'y." Sam frowned trying to turn his head away from the bottle.

"One more swallow; make sure those pills went down." Dean told him holding the bottle back to his lips. Sam obeyed and sipped more letting it trickle down his throat and down his chin. "Good boy, why don't ya try to rest, if you're able, we'll leave in the morning." he told him wiping his mouth and neck.

"Mmm...Need her...Please..." Sam groaned closing his eyes trying to move until Dean stopped him and held him in place.

"Rest buddy, you can't get up." Dean told him rubbing a finger down his cheek and then capturing his trembling hand and holding it tightly. He began to softly hum to him as Sam gripped his hand weakly and turned his head toward Dean so he could focus on him.

Dean pulled a blanket up over his body and tucked it lightly around him. Once he saw Sam was settled, he went to the bathroom and washed his brother's blood from his hands, watching the red water swirl down the drain. He looked into the mirror at his haggard face and splashed cold water on it before going back into the other room to start some coffee. He was going to need the caffeine to stay awake so he could watch his brother. He didn't like the way Sam was still acting. Whatever she used on him still had some affect and he wasn't sure what to do about it. He wanted to keep an eye on him and give him more pain pills when it was time. After the coffee finally finished perking, he poured a cup and moved a chair beside Sam's bed and got comfortable. He pulled the blanket back up over his body and checked his forehead for a fever. Sam rolled his head and jerked in his sleep as his eyes moved erratically under his lids while he mumbled incoherently. It was going to be a long night for Dean as he stood vigil over his brother.

The hours passed by slowly for both brothers. Dean had to hold Sam's hand to stop him from pulling at his bandaged wounds and the lines and could feel the heat wafting off his body. He wet a cloth with cold water and placed it on his forehead to try and cool him down. Sam weakly fought him as he got him up to take more pain meds but slumped to the mattress once he got them down. Chills coursed through Sam's body and he kept throwing the blankets off and Dean continuously kept covering him back up. He kept an eye on the IV bag and blood bag. When they were empty, he removed the port from Sam's arms and discarded them along with the empty bags. He wiped his arms and face with the cold cloth finally getting his fever to go down some. Sam couldn't seem to be still as he jerked and twitched and moaned out in pain. Dean would mumble comforting words and hold his hand to calm him as the night gave way to morning which wouldn't be here soon enough for Dean. He wanted to get on the road and get to Bobby's.


A/N: Thank you to all who are following, favored and have left me reviews. I hope the journey so far has been a good one. Dean has his injured brother back, now if he can get him to Bobby's with the hopes he's found something to help Sam. Reviews are appreciated and if you have a moment, leave me one. Please review. NC