Hello my beloved reviewers and readers!
Thanks for your continuing support!
I am back with a new chapter.
Honestly in this chapter does not happen too much…
It is just preparing the next one, but I hope it does not get to boring….
I am sorry for all mistakes, please have mercy ;)…
And Supernatural is still not mine, if it would be, the boys would not were shirts and would be hugging way more often!
And again: For all medical errors I am sorry, too… I am just a student, who makes up a fictional story.
I hope you like the following chapter.
Enjoy!
"Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody."
― Mark Twain
Dean was driving to the motel. On the backseat of the Impala was Sammy's dried blood and Dean got a reminder of his whimpering near death brother, lying in the backseat, being so close to death.
Dean was so relieved that he had gotten the chance to get clean with Sam. Now they were on the right way. Sam was not out of the woods yet, but he was on the road to recovery and the same applied for Sam's and Dean's relationship as brothers. They were not okay, but on the way there.
"Thanks for not taking Sammy away from me." It was a mantra going on in Dean's head.
How could he have dealt with the loss of his brother (He could not have, he never could and never would).
Dean did not magically trust Sam or had forgiven and forgotten everything, but he was starting to. He had just remembered that Sam was family and family was more important than anything. He decided to fight for his family, because Sam was all he got (and at the same time all he really needed).
At the motel room Dean wondered how it was possible that nobody found the corpses by now, but when he entered he found out why. The motel was still empty; just Sam's room key was missing and a motel clerk was there. The guy looked old and haggard and greeted Dean.
"Good timing, young boy. I came her just a minute ago...Was not here for the past week, was in the hospital and just came back here. I do not have anybody to take care of this place, so business had to wait. I just had or still have one guest and he wanted to be alone…Sorry, I am talking too much; I have nobody to turn to. How can I help you?"
It was the first time that Dean was happy that some nice old human being was in the hospital, because if the guy had found out about the corpses Dean and Sam were in for a lot of trouble. They could not even have fled from police or FBI, because Sam was in no condition to, but luckily they did not have to.
"The guy you talked about is the reason I am here. He is my brother and is in the hospital… It is a complicated story. I am just here to get some of his stuff."
It was a half-truth, Dean was so good at them, and the motel guy believed him and luckily did not escort him to Sam's room. Dean went to Sam's room on his own.
Dean stood in front of his brother's motel room. The door was still kicked in, but did not look too broken. The worst thing was the smell coming from the room. It smelled rotten and putrefied.
Entering the room the sight of the three corpses greeted him. He faced this three faces with hatefulness. They were responsible for Sam's pain and nearly took Sam away from him and Dean would love to make them suffer for it, but they were already dead. But what was even worse than it, was the sight of Sam's blood. Suddenly he was caught in a flashback, remembering how he entered this room the last time, found his brother injured with his intestines outside of his body. He remembered how his brother was on the verge of death and in hellish agony, while Dean stitched him provisional together. These memories had probably a stronger effect on him than the memories of hell and he was sure he never would forget them.
But he was not here to get an emotional breakdown; he was here to take care of the bodies, so he did what Winchesters could do well: Bury their emotions and do their work. Dean was experienced in the removal of bodies since he and Sam did it regularly. So it was no surprised, that Dean could carry three heavy corpses away and salt and burn them, unnoticed. For the souls of the hunters Dean just hoped that they suffered in hell.
Without the corpses there was just the blood and the broken door, which needed to be explained. They needed to avoid attracting attention since they were in for a long stay. The door looked not too broken, so Dean tried to repair it and succeed.
The blood was a completely other story. First of all, he did not want to be faced with his brother's blood (Just too damn hard!) and second, he would never get it out of the ugly carpet. Dean decided to go for a story to explain the blood, in which his brother got an injury by accident, which left him bleeding on the motel room and hoped the motel guy would buy it.
After most of the clean-up and making-up of the story (which still had to be told) Dean looked around in the motel room and noticed some other little things.
He noticed empty bottles of alcoholic drinks. Sam must have drunk a lot of alcohol. If Sam had drunken this alcohol all at once, he could have probably ended up with alcohol poisoning. Why did Sam do something like that to himself? He was not the guy, who drunk, just rarely and then not this much. He got drunk really fast, anyway.
Another thing Dean noticed were other marks of blood on the floor, which could not come from Sam's abdominal injury, since the blood was on another place and there was a bullet and the matching magnum 45 (He knew so well, because it was one of theirs) next to this puddle of blood. A bullet? Blood? Did Sam leave some parts out of his story? Was this bullet the reason for the new scar on Sam's chest and how the hell was it already healed, when it had just happened? So many mysteries were there, which just could be solved by Sam. Just when some questions had resolved, new ones turned up.
The third thing Dean saw was the broken bathroom mirror and even more blood, when he entered the bathroom. It had definitely happened even more than Sam had told him. Did Sam break the mirror by punching his mirror image? Where did all the blood come from? Dean was sure that Sam may have been a bit self-destructive while alone (because, hell, Dean knew Sam!). So Sam's enemies were not only Ruby, the hunters, demons, but Sam himself, too. When Dean got back to Sam's hospital room they needed to talk again. What had Sam done to himself and what else had happened to his beloved baby brother?
Leaving the motel room behind, Dean had just two things in mind: Thanks that the motel guy bought the story about the blood stains and the broken bathroom mirror and I have to talk to Sam.
At the Sam time Dean promised on thing to himself: I am never going to leave Sam alone ever again. I always will answer his calls for help and I never will let him go.
The last days had marked him for live worse than hell or the apocalypse ever could.
Dean was back at the hospital and stood in the door of his brother's room and watched Sam sleep. It was good that Sam had listened and rested. There was something what bothered Dean a lot: His brother was not even peaceful, while sleeping. All the anger Dean had carried towards his brother was gone since he found Sam and Dean's heard broke for his Sammy.
While entering the room and sitting down on the chair next to his brother, Sam woke up.
"Hey Sammy. Sorry, did I wake you?" He greeted his brother.
"No… I was just dozing…"
"How you feel?" Dean asked. Sam still looked so fragile and hurt, there were still all this tubes and wires and this beeping everywhere. Dean just felt so bad that his brother had to suffer through this, had nearly died because of this.
"I am as okay as it can be expected…" Sam answered, but it was obvious that something was bothering the guy especially for Dean as he knew Sam better than anyone.
"What is wrong, Sammy?" Dean asked caringly.
Sam sighed.
"I talked to my doctor. He said I need months to recover from this, Dean. Months!" Sam exclaimed and got so agitated, that he made himself cringe in pain needing a new dose of morphine.
"Sam, man, cool down. I know that, heard it from the guy, too. You were hurt gravely and need some recovery. We can manage." Dean said. He would do whatever it took to get his brother healthy again.
"We can't. The apocalypse is playing in front of our eyes and I am lying around in bed, not even able to move. I have to stop this, I caused it. You probably should leave… I mean you have more important things to worry about…"
Hearing this sentence did touch Dean, because it reminded him of his trip to the future. "We had more important things to worry about" Exactly the words of 2014-Dean. No, they had not.
"Sam, I am sure the apocalypse will still be there, when you have recovered and I am not going anywhere. I did not want to tell you this, but Zachariah took me to the future to see how bad it got and that I should say yes, but the only thing I saw was that I left you alone to fend with the devil. Scared me so much that I drove to Garber, to find you… The point is we have to be together and we will take care of this once you are recovered. Okay? You heal up until you are 100 percent and then we will take care of it. That is final."
Sam nodded, but was not 100 percent okay with Dean's decision, because Dean should save the world; He also knew he could not change the decision. Once Dean's mind was set up you could not change it, especially not when it was about Sam. Besides, his elder had some reasons.
Sam decided for a change of topic.
"So, cleaned everything in my motel room?"
"Yeah, I did. Removed the corpses, repaired the door, explained the blood stains with a made up story… Everything is cleaned up… But I found some things, too…A Bullet, more blood, alcohol, a broken mirror… Mind explaining that to me? You need to tell me the whole story. I know what has been done to you, Sammy. Now I want to know, what you have done to yourself…"
I hoped the chapter was good!
When Sam let Dean go to clean up the motel room he may have forgotten that there are evidences for his self-destructive and suicidal behaviour…
So next chapter Dean will find probably something else out, what he won't like at all… du…du…dum…
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