A/N: Hey everyone, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to post a new chapter. I've had a couple of issues going on including my computer dying.. But I just got a new computer so hopefully my writing is now back on track.
So much for leaving first thing in the first thing in the morning. Dr. Spellman gave Sam a once over, making sure his sutures were okay. Then there was a thorough explanation of the care Sam would need for the coming weeks. Plus, there was a prescription for antibiotic ointment for Sam's wrists. It was a lot to take in, but Dean paid rapt attention not wanting to miss something that could set back Sam's care.
It was after noon, by the time the Winchesters got on the road. Since Sam was in no condition to drive, Dean decided against going straight to to Bobby's. However, when he suggested stopping at a motel, his brother started to have another panic attack.
Dean wanted to slap himself. He had just rescued Sam from motel hell. How could he even suggest stopping at one? "I'm sorry, Sammy. I wasn't thinking."
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After getting Sam settled, Dean lay down on his bed. Lack of sleep the last couple of days, had him falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Knowing that there was no way he could drive straight through to Bobby's and the Impala was too uncomfortable for someone who was just released from the hospital, Dean had decided to stop at a Best Western. The chain hotel was a better option than a sleazy motel. After rushing through check-in, Dean helped usher Sam up to their room. He could tell that his brother was barely keeping it together.
The digital clock read 2:15 AM when the brothers were woken up by the sound of someone trying to open the door to their room.
"Baby, I can't get the door open," said a man's voice.
There was another jingle of the door handle.
"Danny, our room is 309. This room is room is 903," said a girl before she dissolved into a fit of giggles.
Sitting up, Dean looked at his brother. Sam was sitting up, legs pulled against his chest, rocking back and forth ever so slightly.
Getting out of bed, Dean crouched down next to his brother's bed. "Sammy, it was just a couple of drunken idiots."
Dean sat next to his brother's bed, for a while, whispering soft reassurances until his brother had stopped shaking. Once his brother was calmer, Dean felt it would be safe to go back to bed. He would end up getting up a couple of hours letter when Sam had a violent nightmare that had the younger brother thrashing about in his bed.
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Dean glanced over at Sam. His brother looked exhausted, but he seemed to fighting going to sleep. It's no wonder, thought Dean. It seemed liked every time Sam drifted off to sleep he had a nightmare. First, it started off with soft whimpering. Then it switched to near silent pleas and, finally, it was loud begging. Begging for that bastard to stop. Dean hated that, even in his sleep, Sam couldn't get away from his rapist.
Silence. There might have been a lot of noise when Sam was asleep, but when he was awake there was near silence. Since they had left the hotel, Sam had hardly said two words to Dean. It was about a five hour drive to Bobby's house from the hotel and after the first hour Dean had given up hope on trying to engage his brother in conversation. God, Dean would give anything to take away Sam's pain. Since he couldn't do that, he hoped that at least being at a safe haven like Bobby's house would put Sam more at ease.
A stop at a drive-thru kept Dean's hunger in check. As for Sam, he had no appetite at all. A couple of bites of a cheeseburger were all he had to eat that day. Dean knew that not eating wasn't healthy for his brother, but decided not to push the issue for now.
"Sammy, we should be there shortly," said Dean. Sneaking a quick glance at his brother, Dean added, "It looks like we made good time this trip."
Biting back the sigh that wanted to escape him at Sam's lack of response, Dean returned his gaze to the road in front of him. God, please let Sammy come out of this okay. He didn't know what he'd do if Sam stayed like that permanently.
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Hauling a shipment of refrigerators cross-country was a good way for Craig to diffuse his anger. It had taken longer then he expected to get the taser gun and by the time he had arrived back at the motel, his body was on fire with want. Hopefully, his boy would be awake and well rested. Oh well, if he wasn't, a little zap would wake him up.
Pulling in the motel parking lot, the truck driver had smiled to himself. His current boy was the best one yet. Craig knew the moment he saw him, working in that bar, that he was going to have Sam. It was nice when they went willingly, but when they didn't, it just made all the more fun. And the one currently cuffed to the bed was so delicious, Craig decided he just might have to keep him a while longer than he normally kept his boys around.
"I hope you didn't miss me too much, baby boy," Craig sweetly called out as he entered the room. "What the hell?"
To say Craig had been angry was an understatement. His furor knew no bounds as he proceeded to trash the motel room. Everything, but the sink had been ripped apart. Then he promptly skipped town before the police were called in.
Craig was still puzzling how his boy had managed to escape. The cuffs were way too tight for him to slip out of them. It had to be that damn phone call he made. I never should have left that phone were he could reach it, thought Craig. He could have just kicked himself. Normally he let his boys go after a couple of days, but this one was so sweet he had planned on keeping him for as long as possible. He even had room in the back of the rig so he could accompany Craig on his runs.
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A sigh of relief escaped escaped Dean as he pulled into the salvage yard. Over the years the place had grown into a safe haven for the Winchesters. He could only hope that it still felt safe to his brother. After the hell Sam had just been through, Dean knew he needed a place to recover. Hopefully Bobby's house would be that place.
"We're here." Dean parked the Impala and turned it off. Exiting the car, Dean gave a good stretch and then turned to look at Sam, who was still sitting in the car. "Why don't you head inside, Sammy, while I grab our bags from the trunk."
Sam seemed frozen in place, but after a minute, he slowly exited the car and headed towards the house, glancing back occasionally to look at Dean.
More to Come
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