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Healing part three:

Dean woke up early the next morning to find himself on his back and Sam half on top of him, with his head on his chest and his arm around his waist. As much as he hated to move Sam right now, his bladder was screaming at him for some release. He gently moved Sam turning him on his side before getting up, Sam didn't do much but obey where Dean moved him as he continued his peaceful sleeping, and boy was it a good sight to see. He went to the bathroom leaving the door slightly ajar, he didn't want Sam to feel completely alone if he woke up while Dean was in the bathroom peeing. Luckily he got out of the bathroom just as Sam was waking up. He groaned as the first thing to hit him was pain and lots of it. Dean grabbed the morphine that was on the table and quickly filled a syringe for Sam. He walked back over to the bed and sat down, Sam jumped when he felt the dip in the bed but then quickly relaxed as he remembered it was only Dean. He was safe now away from Frank and his nasty evil brother Jason. "Hey Sammy, can you turn on your back for me?" Dean asked in that soft gently but at the same time gruff voice of his, it was still soothing to Sam's ears as he did as he was asked. "Good boy, how badly are you hurting?" Dean asked, Sam focused on Dean's concerned and worried face first then moved his eyes to the shot in Dean's hand. "A lot, I hurt a lot Dean." Sam said his voice horse and tired.

"You won't fight me if I give you this shot of morphine which will take the pain away?" Dean asked. Sam just shook his head, he's been with pain so long he craves the relief Dean gives him with the morphine, Dean's just a little worried that if he gives his baby brother to much he'll become addicted. He also fears that his stomach won't be able to handle pain meds right now, he's so thin, no telling how much he was given to eat. Dean would just have to risk the addiction to give Sam some much needed pain relief.

Now that Dean's thinking about food he's hungry himself, but first Sam. "Sammy, if I cook you some soup, you think you'll be able to eat it." Dean asked. Sam thought about that for a minute before finally nodding his head. "Alright." Dean said as he stood up putting the now used syringe in a jar as he walked into the kitchen. Bobby had bought two kinds of soup, chicken noodles and tomato. "Chicken noodles it is." Dean mumbled as he got out a pan he'd found yesterday and the soup and started to cook it, he's cooked it before, it's best when Sammy's sick. More so when he was a kid, Dean couldn't help but smile at the memories. While the soup was cooking he grabbed the ice pack and put ice and water in it, before grabbing a cup towel and walking over to Sam. He grabbed the pillows off the other bed and propped him up with a few before putting one under Sam's hurt ankle, which he'll clean after Sam get's some much needed food in his tummy. He laid the cup towel on his ankle and then the ice pack. "How's that feel?" Dean asked. Sam was feeling better, the morphine was working. "It feels fine Dean, thanks." Sam said as he just laid back against the pillows and tried to relax.

Dean pored the now cooked soup into a bowl, leaving enough soup in the pan for seconds if he wants more. Bobby had bought a bed tray so Sam didn't have to leave the bed to eat. He put the bowl and a cup of water on the tray along with a spoon. He walked over his brother who was just realizing how hungry he was from the smell of the soup. Dean set the tray on the bed for Sam, "There you go." Dean said as he ran his hand through Sam's hair, his forehead felt hot. Sam looked at Dean, he was happy to be with Dean again. Sam picked up the spoon but his hand was shaking so much that all the soup on the spoon fell back into the bowl. Sam put the spoon down, he felt so weak, he's always be weak and pathetic. Even Frank said he was, Dean hated seeing Sam like this. But he knew with sometime Sam would make it, he'd get better.

Dean sat down next to Sam, "It's okay Sammy." Dean said as he picked up the spoon. If Sam couldn't feed himself then he would. Sam's his responsibility, these day's not because he has to but because he wants to. He loves Sam to much to ever not take care of him when Sam needs him. He dipped the spoon in the soup and brought it to Sam's lips, Sam kept his mouth closed, he wasn't a child, or a baby, why couldn't he stop shaking. Why couldn't he feed himself, why couldn't he stop Frank from doing what he did to him. Is he that weak, he's fought demons, monsters even vampires but one human makes him weak, makes him feel helpless, like his life isn't his. He was never in control he just wants some of that control back and this isn't it.

Dean put the spoon back in the bowl. "Sammy you have to eat, one way or another you're going to eat." Dean said. Sam looked at Dean then at the bowl, he tried again to feed himself and again his hand was shaking to much. "I hate this, I hate feeling weak and pathetic I can't even feed myself." Sam said not looking at Dean. Dean put his hand under Sam's chin and gentle raised Sam's head so he was looking at him. "Sammy you're not weak or pathetic, you just need a little more help right now, until you get your strength back." Dean said as he looked into Sam's eyes. Sam didn't see hate, or disgust in Dean's eyes, all he saw was love, it wasn't love for a brother it was a kind of love that one would get his lover. Dean kissed Sam's forehead, "Ready to try again?" He asked picking up the spoon again. Sam looked at it as Dean brought the spoon to Sam's lips a second time trying to get him to eat.

After a minute Sam hesitantly opened his mouth and Dean put the food into Sam's mouth, Sam chewed the noodles and chicken then swallowed. The first few bites was a little hard, but as his stomach was realizing it was getting food it was easier for Sam to just open his mouth as Dean slowly fed him.

It was ten minutes later the bowel was almost half empty when Sam started to feel full he shook his head to the next spoon. "I'm full." Sam said. Then there was a knock on the door that made Sam jump in fear. Dean put one hand on Sam's shoulder to calm him the other on his gun on the nightstand. He looked and saw the salt line still there from last night, "Who is it?" Dean asked. And the most surprising thing happened, he wasn't expecting it to be the person it was. "It's Jo." She asked from outside the door. Both Dean and Sam were surprised they haven't heard or seen Jo in over a year and suddenly she stops by at the most inconvenient of times. "Hang on." Dean said as he put the gun down, he grabbed the glass of water off the tray, he knew his brother wouldn't want Jo to see Dean helping him to drink or eat, so he let him drink some before putting it on the nightstand and putting the bed tray on the kitchen table before grabbing his gun again and heading to the door. He unlocked it and then opened it slightly gun at the ready. Once he saw it was really her he opened the door all the way. "Come on in Jo, I have a flask of holy water for you to drink." Dean said as he grabbed it out of his bag and handed it to her.

"Dean is this really necessary?"

"Yes." Both Dean and Sam said at the same time.

"Fine." She took a long gulp from the flask, nothing happened, "are you two happy now?"

"We're happier." Dean said as he took it back put the cap on and placed in his duffle. "So what do you want Jo?" Dean asked as Jo closed the door. She looked at Sam, finding it rather odd that he was still in bed with his foot propped on pillows and an ice pack on it. "What happened? Did you twist your ankle on a hunt?" Jo asked. Dean walked over to Sam and took the ice pack off replacing the covers, the cut the chain made on Sam's ankle was still there, he needs to bandage it, but right now he didn't want Jo asking any more questions they weren't in the mood to answer at the moment. It had been long enough anyways and Sam's foot needed a brake. "Yes." Sam said the water helped his voice some but it was still horse and was probably going to be like that for a few more days, all the screaming and crying out in pain has worn his voice down, it had been a mere whisper not to long ago so it was getting better.

"Jo I'll ask again what do you want?" Dean sat down on the other bed as he watched Jo who sat by him. "Well I'm one town over just finishing up a hunt when I saw Bobby filling up his tank at the gas station, we talked and he told me you boys were here, I asked why but all he said was you two were on a hunt. When I asked more questions about what hunt he told me to ask you guys."

"Jo what hunt we were on is over and finished now we're just trying to get better so we can get back on the road, that a good enough answer for you?" Dean said a little more harshly then he'd meant to, but he can't help it, he's not in the mood to talk about Frank, who he had been hunting. In his mind Frank's no better then the demon's and monsters they hunt. Which makes him one evil sick son of a bitch. "I see, well I hope you guys did better on your hunt then I did on mine, but let's save that for another time. I just wanted to see how you were doing." She said looking at Dean, she still had a thing for him, and she had no idea that the only one Dean had eyes for was Sam, who didn't like the way she was looking at his brother. That's when he started to get scared, after what's happened he's worried Dean won't want him like that ever again, he doesn't know if he'd be able to take it if Dean got together with Jo, even for just a night. Sam just knew it'd kill him inside, just thinking about it brought tears to his eyes. Jo looked back at Sam and saw his eyes water, "Sam what's wrong?" Jo asked. Dean looked at him and started to get worried, "Well Jo that's the end of our visit." Dean said. She looked at Dean and decided that it was time to go, what ever was going on with Sam they defiantly didn't want her to know. But being the hunter she is, she was naturally curious, and just might have to dig into this and into the hunt they were on. "Alright, I'll go. It was nice seeing you Dean, and you to Sam." Jo said as she left.

Once the door was closed and the salt was back in place he went to Sam who was trying really hard not to brake down in tears. "Sammy, baby what is it?" Dean asked as he sat next to Sam. "Are you hurting?" Dean was going to fill another syringe with morphine when Sam spoke. "No, I am hurting. But not like that." Dean looked back at Sam. "Then like what?"

"I'm…I'm scared, the way Jo was looking at you, and remembering how you two had been flirting with each other a couple of years ago at the roadhouse. And…And with what I went through." Sam couldn't continue as those tears he'd been trying so hard to hold back came spilling down his cheeks. But he didn't have to finish, Dean understood perfectly what Sam was getting at. "Sammy, no I'd never leave you." Dean put his hand on Sam's shoulder again as he put his other hand on Sam's cheek and wiped his tears away, or tried to anyways. "Baby please, I won't leave you, I love you more then anything or anyone else on this planet. And nothing that son of a bitch did to you will ever make that change." Dean explained, Sam looked at him. His lip was quivering and his tears were getting more violent. "Really?" Sam asked.

"Yes, really?" Dean said as tears of his own were coming to his eyes. Sam hugged Dean, needing to feel Dean's strong embrace. Sam's hug was weak but Dean more then made up for that, he rubbed Sam's back soothing him and saying sweet loving things in Sam's ear as he gentle rocked away his tears.

After Sam stopped crying he started to fall asleep again, those tears had been hard on his already well abused body that he had a hard time staying awake. Dean knew he had to check Sam's lower half of his body out but he wasn't going to when Sam's asleep and with out his knowledge, that'd make him no better then Frank, he won't ever take advantage of Sam like that. And Sam's so weak and vulnerable right now that if he woke up while Dean was in a way violating his body it'd probably just kill Sam on the inside. So Dean let him sleep, he'd wait until after Sam woke up again to examine and clean up the rest of him.

A/N: I hope everyone liked this chapter, the next chapter will be graphic as Dean takes care of the rest of Sam's poor abused body. If there are any request of things you'd like to see happen please tell me in your reviews I will try and make them happen. But don't worry I've decided to end this story with Franks death so that's something to look foreword to.

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