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Blood Moon

Chapter ten

"That wasn't even an option."

"One day it might be the only one you have Dean."

"Well it ain't going to happen." Dean put Sam's arm over his shoulder and helped him up. He could barely stand and leaned heavily on his brother, but with Dean's help he managed to get to the car. Dean looked at him and didn't try to hide the worry from his face. "Sam you're bleeding pretty bad….I'm taking you to the hospital, I don't have a choice."

"No….If you take me to the hospital and they find Barnet's body, we're both going down…..I'll be okay, just take me back to the motel."

"Sam…." Dean started to protest. Sam's injuries look more severe then he was prepared to deal with. They both had extensive first aide training and patched each other up many times, but Sam's wounds looked worse then any he ever had to deal with.

"Dean, we don't have time to argue about this, we got to get out of here. If someone found Barnet's body and if they find us in the area…."

Dean knew Sam was right. They had to get back to the motel. Once there if there was nothing he could do for his brother he'd take him to the hospital even if he had to hogtie him to get him there.

Motel

Dean helped Sam into the room and sat him on the bed. He then carefully helped him take off his blood saturated shirt. Dean winced in sympathy and worry when he saw the wounds on his brother's chest and shoulders.

"Sam …some of these cuts are really deep, they need to be thoroughly cleaned out and I can't do that here. I really think you should let me take you to the hospital. We'll make up some story about how you got hurt."

"No hospital…. Just pour some whiskey in them, it'll kill the germs."

"Maybe some of them but …"

"Just do it." Sam interrupted him.

Dean knew he didn't have time to argue with Sam. He had to get his wounds cleaned up the best he could. He got a wash basin and a wash cloth then filled the basin with hot soapy water, he then began to gently wipe the blood off of Sam's chest. Sam reached up and took the cloth out of his hand.

"You better not touch my blood; if you have a cut and my blood gets into it….you might get infected….I'll do it."

Dean grabbed the cloth back from Sam.

"I'll be careful….now sit back and let me clean you up."

"Dean…."

"Just shut up Sam and let me take care of it." Dean began cleaning the wounds.

"Dean don't be stupid…." Sam hissed in his breath when Dean started to clean a deep cut across his chest then continued. "If you get infected we're both going to die."

"No one's dying Sammy, not you, not me."

Sam gave Dean a sad smile.

"Dean…you know there's nothing you can do for me…it's too late. I could have killed you tonight…. As soon as I started to turn you should have ended it."

"That's true, you could have killed me tonight, but you didn't…instead you saved my life. That tells me you can control it, it might be hard but…you can control it. And now that Barnet's dead it should even make it a little easier to control."

"But what about the next time Dean? What if I can't control it next time? ….That's why I ran you know, I ran because I could feel the hate inside me and I didn't know how long I could fight it. I knew if I stayed there I'd kill you."

"You don't know that Sam, not for sure."

"I know how I was feeling Dean At first when I was in the trunk I managed to fight it. I knew Barnet was out there and he'd kill you if he found you. I knew I had to help you. But once Barnet was dead …" Tears filled Sam's eyes as he remembered the feeling. "Once he was dead the hate didn't go away Dean…I thought it would but it didn't. If I would have stayed there I would have ripped your throat out. Next time I might."

TBC