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It had taken them over an hour to find themselves out of the maze that was the forest. All the trees had looked the same, or at least the pattern did. There had been no focal point to concentrate on in the forest, and, having nothing to look for as a clue, the Winchesters had nothing to go on to supply them with their next move.
Approximately half way through the search for the gorgeous car Sam had fallen asleep, comfortably positioning his head on the nape of Dean's neck. Dean had returned it with a smile, cradling Sam close to his heart.
After finally finding the Impala, with Sam still cradled in Dean's arms, John walked up to it exhaustedly, swinging the door open carelessly and got in, soaked with sweat. Dean, more cautious than John on Sam's behalf, got in warily, slipping Sam's thin frame into the backseat. He scooted in beside him, resting Sam's head in his lap.
So there they were, John driving them back to the motel room, Dean ruffling Sam's hair in a soothing manner. Dean smiled as he looked at the kid. Sam looked so peaceful while he slept, as if he had forgotten all the evil that was the world, and allowed himself to drift into an alternate world, a world without pain and death and unexplainable entities.
Dean's demeanor darkened. Who was the guy in the forest, still lying unconscious on the ground, who may never even get himself off the ground? They already kicked the shit out of who was supposedly Adam. With Adam gone, who had done this? Surely there had been no one else with a grudge against Sam. Did Adam make that guy do this, having some dumbass crony following him around, doing everything asked of him?
Dean stopped his thoughts there, not allowing himself to delve further than was necessary. The two threats on his brother's life were over, and they could get back to being a family.
They could forget about all of this, leave it behind them. They were a family that hunted the supernatural, the dark entities that hid in shadows, watching for the focal point of one's downfall. If the Winchesters could handle those guys, then they could handle this.
Dean continued to tell himself this half-lie for the rest of the drive. Deep down, he didn't think he would ever forget this. Not one day will go by when he doesn't realize this had been his fault this had started in the first place. He should've been there for his baby brother, and now he was left to pick up the pieces.
John drove into the parking lot of the motel, parking it fortunately close to their room. Dean got out of the car, then carefully pulled Sam into his arms, mentally noting that he had been significantly lighter than he used to be.
John entered the motel room they rented for the rest of the week, Dean following shortly after, cradling a sleeping Sam. He set Sam down, gently placing him on the bed closest to the door. He immediately picked up the first-aid kit, leaving John to undress Sam, slowly peeling off the clothes splattered in blood.
Dean kept back all the bile in his throat as he looked at Sammy. His Sammy. He was battered and beaten. Why was it that he was never shown the respect he had deserved since birth? Within the past week, his life had been destroyed, all fragments of life falling into place under the lowest point of Hell. There was no way Sam would trust another human after this. Besides Dean and John, the rest were history, and he couldn't do anything about it. He had brought this upon his baby brother and he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
Both he and John got to work, Dean doing the stitching needing for Sam's arm, which had been badly scraped, nearly all the flesh completely removed from Sam's forearm.
John worked on the large bruises that covered Sam's entire torso, gently applying apple cider vinegar onto each bruise. He then ran into the kitchen, grabbed a cup, and quickly filled it with cold water. When the water reached the brim of the cup, until it was held together by surface tension alone, he headed back to Sam, pouring it on each bruise, supplying more water to bigger bruises.
Dean would flash the occasional glance toward John, but said nothing until finally his "glances" turned into dumfounded stares into John's brain. John, at long last, turned to Dean, the same confused look on his face.
"What the hell is it, Dean?"
"Why are you putting all that on Sammy?" Dean pointed, and John followed his gaze toward the apple cider vinegar, then the cup of water in John's hand.
"This should resolve the pain and inflammation of the bruises. Apple cider vinegar is often considered an antiseptic and should prevent any resulting bacterial infections."
John went back to applying the water before continuing. "Depending how bad the bruises are, they should heal in four days." The now empty cup was set on the desk placed in between the two beds, having served its purpose.
There was not one scratch on Sam's body that went untouched. Dean applied antibiotics to each flesh wound, making sure none of them were infected. Screw up once, put it behind you. Screw up twice, kick yourself in the ass. Multiple times.
"We ordering pizza for dinner?"
"Guess so. Can't think of anything else right now." John stuck his hand in his pocket, digging for his cell, as he walked into the kitchen.
Dean plopped onto the bed beside Sam's, not daring to wake him by his weight shifting on the bed. Sam slept peacefully, his long chocolate hair positioned in front of his hair. Dean always enjoyed making fun of Sam's hair, which always resulted in Sam giving him a mean glare and snarky comment. But, in truth, he couldn't imagine Sam any other way. Sam had never been one to want to "fit in with the crowd" on manners such as this. Yes, he wanted to be like regular, normal kids, but not in that sense at all. He kept his hair how he wanted it, and wouldn't let anyone tell him differently.
That was one of the many qualities Dean loved about Sam. He couldn't be swayed. He held firm to his beliefs, not being like wish-washy political leaders that, in truth, no abso-fucking-lutely nothing (most of them, at least).
Dean felt the sudden urge to ruffle Sam's long hair, but resisted the temptation. The last thing he wanted to do was wake him up. The bags under Sam's eyes were a dark blue, indicating just how little Sam has slept in the past few days.
Sam mumbled inaudibly, beginning to wriggle on the bed. Dean got off the other bed, heading over to Sam quietly. He watched Sam intently as his squirming became fiercer, more violent. His words grew louder, more coherent.
Something inside Dean clicked, making him realize Sam was having a very unpleasant nightmare. Dean ran to Sam's side, softly shaking him. He whispered softly to Sam, finally permitting himself to play with Sam's hair.
Sam's eyes snapped open, looking fiercely around the room. Dean winced at the evident fear in Sam's eyes.
"Its okay, Sammy. It was just a nightmare."
Sam's gaze landed on Dean, his heart beating faster with each second passing. His eyes were impossibly large as he stared at Dean, cringing away from him slowly.
Dean felt like his heart had been torn out of his body, snapped in two, then run over by a pick-up truck tenfold. Dean's mind was racing, searching frantically for the logical answer to Sam's expression he so desperately needed. It was evident Sam had had a nightmare, but why would he have it about Dean? Sam may still think he were trapped in the nightmare, not actually seeing Dean as Dean, but as the bad guy.
Dean held his hands up defensively, taking a few steady steps back until he reached the bed he had been previously sitting on.
"I'm not going to hurt you Sammy. You can trust me. It's me, Dean."
Sam's stiff body gradually relaxed the tension in his body, his heart rate progressively decreasing. Dean huffed a sigh of relief as Sam saw him for who he really was.
Though Sam still seemed to look a bit unresponsive at seeing Dean, he wasn't scared, which was probably the worst thing an older sibling could go through.
Dean watched Sam take one last glance around the room, as if to be utterly sure the nightmare had all been nothing more than a figment of his imagination.
Dean hopped behind Sam on the bed. Sam looked behind him to see Dean holding his arms out wide.
Sam seemed to snap out of his trance, smiling lightly. He accepted the invitation, allowing Dean to carefully slide Sam into his lap, being vigilant of his injuries. He cradled Sam into his chest, tousling his hair.
The brotherly love they had seemed to be unconquerable as Dean held Sam tight, allowing Sam to fall asleep in his arms.
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