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WARNINGS: unrelated wincest, swearing & stuff.

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Chapter 8 ~ Gone Wrong

Bobby slammed on the brakes of his old ford pick-up-truck in the middle of the yard on the farm. The temperature had dropped during his drive, so he slipped into his warm bomber-jacket, before he left the comfortable warmth of his heated vehicle. This was not the time to be careless, so he aimed with his shot gut on the wide spread door of the barn, barely five feet away. When his look fell on the lifeless bodies in the middle on the room, he got the feeling that the show-stage was long empty.

„Dean!?", he called out, while his look flew over four lifeless bodies in front of him and stopped on the two men kneeling on the ground. „Holy shit, boys."

The older hunters glare flew over both of them in just a couple of seconds like he was trying to tell if one or even both of the men were seriously injured. In less than four long strides he reached the bundle of hardship and threw his shotgun on the dirty ground. He laid a hand on Sams cold cheek, and looked up, to find Deans pleading look.

„How bad is it?" Bobby asked, and laid the other hand on Deans shoulder. „How bad are you hurt?"

Dean shivered from the cold, that had started to crowl up on his spine just minutes before Bobby appeared. „I-i-it'sss n-not that b-b-b-b-bbad. Some b-b-b-bruised ribbbs, concus-s-s-s-sion, maybe" Dean answered with clattering teeth. „Hypothermia." Dean draw Sams limb form closer, holding the mans hands in his own, to protect him from the threatening frostbite with the little he was able to give. „S-s-sam passed out short af-fter i called 'u. - He d-d-didn't wake up ever since."

Bobby's gaze fell on the young man, whose face was smeared with blood. It looked like a nosebleed, but there was too much blood that it would've been as simple as that. There was some dried moisture, that looked like half dried blood in the young mans corners of his eyes and mouth.

„We get you both back into the motel and warm you up. - It ain't warm and comfortable enough out here for a cuddle-session, don't ya think?" The older hunters concerned gaze met Deans and added a soft smile.

„No shit, Sherlock." Dean rubbed gently over Sams chest, before he lowered him to the ground.

„Up you go." Bobby said and helped Dean back on his feet, and steadied him as he swayed. „You shure you can drive?" The older hunter knew his friend. He wouldn't leave his car anywhere on it's own. No matter how bad he was hurting.

Dean nodded. „Don't try me, Bobby."


After they had laid Sam on the backseat of Bobby's pick-up-truck and covered him in some of the dusty blankets, the older hunter gave Dean a ride to the impala.

„You're gonna take the lead, i'm right behind you both.", Dean said before he slammed the passengers door shut and hurried around to his own beloved car.

Now, that he was alone, his body still stiff and tensed from the cold, and the clammy feeling that Sam was not just exhausted, he turned the turned the keys in the ignition to start the rumbling roar of the impalas engine. He shot a worried look on the empty passenger's seat beside him before he pulled back on the road, following the messy vehicle that Bobby dared to call a car.

Dean held the steering wheel with an iron grip while he shot a short glance at the passengers seat once in a while. After Dean had left Sam in the car on his own, the whole car had smelled like the young man. Like cheep shampoo and aftershave … now there was nothing left of it … unbelievable how fast the Sams scent had faded in just a couple of hours …

He would've given everything to stay in Bobby's car with Sam. But he knew he couldn't leave his baby back there. If someone would've noticed it … it might have gotten stolen, or worse: someone could've called the cops … and if they'd found out about the items in the trunk … Dean was lost in his thoughts, he stared thru the windshield, not letting the old Ford Truck out of his sight, while his mind flooded somewhere between here and there and mostly around Sam.

He was so lost in his thoughts, that he nearly missed Bobby's emergency brake and would've crashed into the ass of the old mans car, if his hunter instincts wouldn't have kicked in in time, and he tramped into the breaks, that the wheels squeaked.

The hunter didn't lose any time to get out of the impala and over to the pick-up-truck while loud cries and screams echoed into the night air. He slammed the backdoor open, and stood there for a moment, taking in the scene.

Bobby bowed over Sam, and tried to talk to him – fruitless. Sams features screamed in pain, his eyes pressed shut. He was gasping for air, trying to regain control over his hurting body.

„Sam" Dean got into the car, shoved himself further towards Sams body on the backseat and shut the door behind him, to leave the freezing cold outside. „Try to let it go, and breath thru it" Dean tried to lead him. And praised Bobby for choosing the pick up for this „hunt". He was glad for the spacious backseat of the old wreck, when he kneeled down and laid his hand on Sams cheek.

Sam longed into his touch, searching for comfort. „t's OK. 't'll pass.", followed by another painful outburst of Sams voice.

„Is it always that way?" Dean asked and run with his fingers thru Sams sticky hair. No answer. „Sam, listen to me. It's important.", he demanded, and got his attention right away. „Is it always like this?"

Sam shook his head, as another sharp stab of pain drove through his body.

The hunter tried to swallow down his raising anger as mad fury crossed his features. He would've slammed his fist into a wall if there had been one. „Listen, Sammy." Dean cupped the younger mans face in his hands.

Sam opened his eyes to small slits, and caught the hunter's gaze, not wanting to let go of his only anchor. Dean tried to manage a little smile. „Are you allergic against any kind of medication?"

Panic rose inside of him and drove another wave of pain thru his hurting body. „Pl's dn't.", Sam begged and pushed himself against the backseat.

„It won't hurt you. - I promise.", Dean tried to stay calm, tried to be Sams rock in the breakers. He knew it would all depend on him, if Sam would accept the medications that popped into his mind or not. He knew Sam would trust him, if he stayed confident and calm enough. If he was stoking his fear, it wouldn't help either of them both. Sam would lose his trust into Dean and that was the last thing that he wanted to happen. That kid had enough bad experiences in the past.

Sam nodded fearfully. „Promise?", he asked shaky.

Dean nodded and looked at Bobby, who had pulled back and squat down on the other side of the backseat. „Trunk, left bottom corner. There's a first aid kid."

„Sure." Bobby took off with this words and left a cold stream of fresh air into the car when he left.

„I promise you, it'll be OK." Dean said gently and brushed one of Sams tears from his cheek. „You just have to swallow two pills, and you're feeling a lot better in no time, Sam."

Sams back arched up, as another wave of pain flooded thru his chest, and left him panting and gasping for air.

„Look at me." Dean said demanding, never letting go of his gentle touch. „You're still trusting me?" It cost Dean EVERYTHING not to show his concern and worry. When he knew something about this young man, it was, that he had to keep his self-control. No letting him rule by his emotions like he would've done before he had met Sam.

Sam nodded. Yeah, he still trusted this hunter. He trusted him with his life.

A split momentum later, the door at the opposite side of Dean swung open, and a shivering Bobby jumped back into the car, handing Dean the first aid kid.

„I tell you what, Sam. - You did a damn great job back there. I'm proud of you." Dean smiled, while he opened the zipper from the first aid kid. Then he fumbled out a orange bottle with pills and held it, where Sam was able to see them. „That's the good stuff, Sammy." The hunter put up a broad grin. „If i wouldn't have to drive, i'd kick down some by myself."

Sam tried to smile … at least a little bit, but got interrupted by another stab of pain. It felt like someone intended to rib his brain, lungs and guts out of his body.

Dean waited, until the Sam relaxed again before he put two of the pills in Sams palm and helped him with the water bottle. He eased Sam's head back onto the ripped open upholstery and brushed lightly over his forehead, removing a bang of hair. „We'll just wait a couple of minutes. - You'll probably get very tired. Just let it go and give in, Sammy." That's when Sams vision started to fade slowly and he was drifting off into the darkness, guided by the hunters words. „When you wake up, you'll feel a lot better."

The rest of Deans words remained as murmur and finally got lost somewhere between his ears and his mind when the night took him.

... to be continued


tomorrow: Chapter 9 ~ Closer ~ leave me some flowers, bacon or pie (aka reviews), that'd be great ^^