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Dean?" Their father held out the gun to his son. "I don't break promises."
Bobby helped the two clear a path to the closet door, opening it to find a defeated Josh sitting pathetically on the floor.
Sam closed his eyes from his chair in the corner of the room. He knew what was coming.
"Please." Josh pleaded.
Dean stepped forward and raised his arm, aiming at the man's head.
"You don't get to beg." Dean spat. "You tried to kill my brother." That's all he needed to say, pulling the trigger without a moment's hesitation and frowning at the body before turning back to his brother.
"You can open your eyes now, Sammy." ..ooOOoo..
Sam had been bleeding way too badly and they all knew it. As John set him down in the backseat, he already could tell they'd be making a trip to the hospital. Sam wouldn't like that; two trips to the hospital so close to each other made any hunter uncomfortable.
Dean was really worried about Sam. He was really pale and had obviously lost a lot of blood. And lied horribly. Not once did Dean believe him when he said he didn't need a doctor.
John tried to avoid most of the questions at Charleston General, where they immediately hooked Sam up to an IV with plans of a blood transfusion.
Dean spent all of his time next to Sam's bed. He didn't eat much. One of the nurses joked they'd be admitting him too if he didn't eat soon. Dean gave her a dry smile.
"Don't worry, he'll be fine." A nurse told John after the transfusion the next day. "He just needs to rest for a while here." John nodded solemnly and the nurse turned to check Sam's vitals.
Dean was looking blankly out the window when Sam began to stur. Gasping, he sat up quickly, his eyes wide and his mouth open.
"Sammy?" Dean asked, putting a hand on his brother to stop him from ripping his IV out.
Sam looked over at his older brother. "I'm fine. Just- just a nightmare." Dean nodded, groaning as his ankle started throbbing again. It was times like these when he wished he had agreed to be treated in the hospital, but honestly, they hadn't wanted to stay any longer than they had to. Dean figured he'd ice it when they got back to Bobby's.
"Look," He lowered his voice and leaned closer to Sam. " Dad's getting you out. Tonight. But I gotta go now, ' cause there's no way Dad's letting me help out." He gestured at his ankle and Sam seemed understanding, but disappointed.
During the middle of the night, the two older men miraculously managed to get Sam out without anyone noticing. "You okay?" John or Bobby asked every few minutes.
Sam nodded, focusing on not falling as they quietly made their way through the stairwell to the parking garage. He was as okay as he could be without Dean there. Not that he was complaining. There's no way Dean could've made all these stairs on his ankle. At least John assured him Dean was waiting in the car, Sam thought. ..ooOOoo..
Dean was asleep in the passenger seat, his head resting uncomfortably against the window. They had been driving for several hours and though Dean had said he would stay awake and watch Sam the whole time, his tiredness won over.
Sam was laying in the back seat, unconscious in a combination of exhaustion and painkillers. He was dead asleep and at every bump John thought would wake him up for sure, he just adjusted his position a little.
John wasn't sure what to make of it. At least he didn't seem to be in pain while he was sleeping. Maybe just this once the Winchesters could catch a break and Sam would be fine...
Bobby pulled off of the highway in front of John, who followed in the Impala. They traveled a few more miles before Dean woke up.
"Dad?"
"Hey, Dean. We're almost to Bobby's." The older hunter had offered to let them rest at his place for a few days, knowing all three could use a little R&R.
Dean glanced back at his brother. "How's Sam doing?"
"Still sleeping. He seems okay, but we'll check him out when we get back." Dean noticed for the first time how tired his father looked himself. "And by okay, you mean... the Winchester version of okay."
John nodded curtly. Hurt Sam was better than no Sam. ..ooOOoo..
The car shook as they drove over the pebbled entrance to Bobby's place. Dean squinted, trying to catch a first glimpse at the house.
John pulled to a stop just as Bobby was getting out of his truck. He walked over to the three.
"Come on, Dean, I'll give you a hand." He held out his hand but Dean shook his head. "I got it." He grumbled, using the open car door to pull himself up.
Cursing under his breath, Dean put his full weight on his left foot and managed to hop a few steps before figuring Bobby's help was easier than being laughed at for the next few weeks about falling on his face.
"Fine." Dean put his arm around Bobby and limped slowly into the house. John was behind them, struggling to get an almost comatose Sam out of the back seat and carry his almost six-foot-something into the living room.
"I swear," He grunted as he shut the car door with his foot. "You'd think he'd be done growing by now."
Sam somehow managed to sleep through John stumbling up the steps and banging Sam's legs into a wall or two.
Laying his son down on the couch, John went straight to the kitchen and poured himself a glass and one for Bobby.
"To us." He said tiredly, clinking his glass on Bobby's.
"To us." The older man echoed.
Dean hopped over to Sam and sat in the chair next to him, placing ice on his swollen ankle.
He smiled as Sam's eyelids fluttered and he made a small noise. He hadn't seen his brother dreaming in a while. He looked so young.
Sam made a more exasperated noise and turned on his side, almost falling off the bed.
Dean's smile turned into a frown. He shook Sam's shoulder gently, then a little harder when the boy didn't respond.
"Dad!" Dean called. "It's just a dream, Sammy, okay? Just wake up."
John rushed to Dean's side as Sam's actions became even wilder and he began crying out. He whimpered softly, thrashing his arms every which way and knocking Dean in the face.
"Sam!" John said loudly, but Sam didn't hear them. He kicked his leg out, attacking some invisible enemy and almost hitting John in the process.
"Sammy, wake up!" Dean yelled, exchanging a confused and scared expression with his father.
John gave Sam one final, desperate shove. "SAM!"
Sam's eyes snapped open, wild and full of terror. "It was... a dream." He whispered. Dean nodded, his heart still pounding.
"Yeah, Sam. It was just a dream." Dean repeated. ..ooOOoo..
"Dean. We've gotta do something about your foot. You can't just 'walk it off'!" Bobby admonished as he cleaned his gun. "At least go see my hunter friend, Grace. She has a clinic a town over." Dean sighed. "Fine."
"I'll start the Impala." John stated, grabbing his gun and keys. Dean looked over at his little brother one more time before following his father. ..ooOOoo..
John smiled as Dean rolled his eyes.
"And for your brother," She added, handing Dean a bottle. "They're a little stronger than anything over the counter." Dean nodded in thanks, as did John.
"Good luck!" She called after them. ..ooOOoo..
He began shifting through the cans in his cabinets for some soup that wasn't four years expired.
"No." At first Bobby didn't even hear the small voice.
"NO!" The thump that followed threw the hunter into action. "Sam!" He shouted, letting the soup can crash to the floor.
Sam's eyes were squeezed shut. "STOP!" He screamed thrashing on the floor.
"Sam!" Bobby shook the fifteen year old's shoulder. "Wake up!"
Sam suddenly sat up, breathing heavily and shifting himself away from the outstretched arm. "S-sorry." He mumbled, clutching his aching side.
Bobby tried to catch his breath. "'s not your fault, Sam."
He helped a tense Sam back onto the couch just as the rumble of the Impala announced the arrival of Dean and John.
"Uh, I'm gonna go help your brother." Bobby explained, hurriedly making his way out the front door.
"Yeah, but let's just say I wear the brace for four days-" Dean was saying.
"Dean, John." Bobby hissed, keeping his voice low just in case Sam was up and around. "We've got to do something. Sam's still having nightmares. They're pretty bad. Certainly not healthy..."
John nodded but Dean looked worried. That was, like, the third one today. "Where is he?"
"On the couch-" Dean pushed past them limping heavily into the house.
Sam was asleep on the couch, curled up in a small ball. He tenderly reached out to touch Sam's arm. "Sammy."
Sam jumped at the touch, shrinking back. Dean was surprised, pulling his arm back.
"It's okay, Sam. It's just me." Sam sat up, nodding in relief. "S-sorry."
"Bobby said you had another nightmare?" Dean said. Sam looked down.
"It's... nothing. Really."
The older brother sighed. "Yeah, 'cause screaming and rolling onto your recently re-stitched wounds is 'nothing.'"
Sam opened his mouth to object but Bobby and John walked in the door at that second.
"Hey, Sam. How you feeling?" John asked, sitting down next to his son on the couch. Sam moved back a little and pulled his feet closer.
"Feel ready to move upstairs? Bobby's got a bed just waiting for you."
"What about Dean?"
"There are two beds in the room, Sam. Do you really think those two would split us up right now?" Dean added.
Sam allowed a small smile. "You're right." ..ooOOoo..
"Stop trying to walk without the brace, ya idgit." Bobby called from the kitchen.
Dean frowned and sat in a chair by the kitchen table. "Where's Dad?"
"With that car of his again." Bobby answered. "I swear, its like his third child."
Dean chuckled. "You know you're probably..."
Dean's sentence was cut off by a strangled cry from the second floor.
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