Sammy Finds Out (and so does the Demon)

Disclaimer: I have no claims to the show Supernatural, the characters or themes, I just like to play with the characters, tease, torture, caress and the rest!! Don't shoot the writer!

You don't have to read "The Truth about Dean Winchester" and "Elkins" as they are respectively parts 1 & 2 of this trilogy, but it really would help.

CHAPTER 10
Previously: On entering the room dean was shocked to see no sign of his brother and he turned angrily on the cops "Where is my brother??". The cops just pushed him further into the room and towards the bed, the same bed Dean had tied Sam to only that morning. Dean tried not to move but the cops pushed him onto the bed and laid him out flat, tying his hands above his head and his ankles to the bed end. Then they shoved a gag into his mouth and smiled. Dean had figure that with his dhampir strength he would be able to escape no problem so he had allowed they to tie him to the bed, and waited for them to leave. The cops smiled and said "OK it's a strange job but that's what the captain wanted and those mets season tickets are worth a few bruises and a couple of black eyes. Well next time maybe you'll remember not to leave your brother like you did" and with that the cops left. When dean heard their parting words he worried and then he panicked, because he found that he could not break the cuffs and to make matters worse the gag was soaked slightly in garlic juice and holy water and was making him sleepy. His last thoughts before darkness took him where, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Sam, where are you??"

It took Sam a few hours to manage to leave Daisy and her brother and his family, what with lunch, chats afterward, gazing at the family photo album (it turned out Daisy was pretty hot in her time) and answering lots of questions about the Impala, Sam was lucky to get out after 4 hours and that was after Henry and Daisy told him that he should leave his brother over night to consider his treatment of his younger brother. So after parking the Impala back outside the apartment they shared, Sam went to the door and picked up the key from under the mat, where the policemen had been ordered to leave it. He knew his brother would be tired and weak and for this conversation Sam really wanted to have him awake but Sam knew that at the first opportunity Dean would run, instead of staying and Sam desperately wanted him to stay, even if it meant that their lives would have to change forever. With that sobering thought and after carefully considering his options on the drive over, Sam decided to leave Dean tied to the bed but remove the gag so that he would have a chance to recover from the garlic and holy water, with which the gag was soaked. Sam also had great confidence in the sigils he had drawn under the bed which should weaken dean but not tire him out i.e. work on a dhampir the same way a devils trap works on a demon. Straitening his back and lifting his head up, Sam put the key in the lock and entered the room, turning on the light at the same time.

When Sam turned on the light, what he saw shook him to his knees nearly, there was dean but he was looking pasty and his breathing was shallow at best. Sam rushed over to the bed and pulled the gag out of his mouth, but all he got was a moan and dean head rolling onto it's side. It was then that Sam realized his mistake, and the fact that it might cost him Dean, for he realized that Dean had not only been weakened by the gag but the holy water had mixed with his saliva and the garlic powder on the gag and had dribbled down Dean's throat. In fact Sam realized in shock if he had (as he almost did) stayed the night at Daisy's, his brother may have been truly dead the next morning or at least taken a really long hospital stay to recover and lots of blood, which Sam realized was what Dean needed at the moment. Sam dashed out to the impala and searched though the back only to find empty jars and a note next to one marked re-fill when possible. Darn it, Sam shook his head, they had been moving around so much, Dean had not had a chance to refill his supplies and (putting two and two together), the girl last night must have been worn out by the garlic/ holy water mixture Dean had been ingesting for the past few hours. Sam panicked while he had been enjoying himself, the gag he had prepared carefully prepared had been poisoning his brother. Sam realized there was only one thing left, a very quick trip to the hospital to steal some blood if need be, but on entering and checking dean, Sam realized it was too late for that too, Dean had a fever, a hot one and he was mumbling something, obviously delirious and in great pain, Dean was running out of time. Sam bent down to try and listen to what Dean was saying but he was only able to catch the odd sentence "Bobby, you should have stacked me", "Sam must never know", "Dad", and then the one that hurt the most "Sam, noooooo Sammy".

Sam realized that these must have came from the most painful memories Dean had over the years and even in his delirium Sam was his chief concern. Sam looked around but on checking even the fridge, he found no blood, there was only Dean and him, and knowing that Dean did not have much time left, Sam realized there was only one way, and one way only. Picking up a knife, Sam went to sit next to his brother, and like Bobby before him, (though he did not know that yet), Sam drew the knife across his arm and placed it to Dean's lips hoping against hope that this would bring dean back to the land of the living (so to say), before he ran out of blood, because Sam knew that he would give every drop of his blood if Dean needed it, after all Dean was his brother, no matter what and Sam would die for him.

The first thought that Dean had was more and his teeth grew and he bit straight into the wrist, then his ears picked up the yell coming from the human, and the wrist wiggled but Dean was not about to let this get away, in his foggy blood starved dhampir mind, this was the sweetest meal he had ever tasted and he was not about to stop, but as the fog started to clear he also recognized a voice but it was distant and hard to focus on and it wanted him to stop, in fact it was begging him to stop. Why should he, this was sweet, and nice, and powerful and then the pictures started and Dean who had grown used to seeing pictures or the memories of the person he was feeding off, would have paid little attention to pictures of classes at some college but on seeing a smurf t-shirt, he focused on the pretty girl and stopped instantly. No, that was Jess and the only one who could show him Jess was Sammy. He stopped, he forced himself to stop, to have his teeth retract, and then and only then he dared to open his eyes praying silently that Sammy his Sammy was ok.

Note: I thought of stopping here but I felt that might be too mean!

Sam was alive but not by a long shot ok, and Dean knew it, even as Sam struggled to get up and wrap his wrist, even as Sam drunk the orange juice that he had brought from the fridge, and when Sam sat back down on the bed breathing hard, Dean knew exactly what Sam was suffering from. It was simple Dean had nearly taken too much and Sam was on the borderline of consciousness. Dean struggled with the ropes but even now he felt caged and unable to get up and help and he knew he needed to help. Sam saw him struggling "Please don't leave", was one of the few clear sentences Sam managed to make and then even Sam remembered the sigil and went to stand up meaning to break it. Instead he collapsed to the floor. He could hear Dean yelling but Sam had only one thought on his mind, one thing to do before he succumbed to darkness, he had to break the sigil, and sticking his hand under the bed, he ran his finger straight though the sigil and Dean realized now he was free.

Immediately Dean broke the ropes and reached for Sam, placing him carefully on the bed, Dean realized that actually Sam was in better condition then it looked like. True he had passed out but having done this for a long time (From even before his Dad left him), Dean knew that passing out just meant that the person needed rest and a chance for their body to rebuild the missing blood. Of course they would also need to have several days bed rest and plenty of good and nutritious food (yuck I hate salads thought Dean), but they or in this case Sam would be alright. Dean breathed a sigh of relief, he had thought that he had taken too much but thankfully that was not the case. Lucky for Dean, he had been though this before with a blond in Nebraska, it was cold and he was stuck in a snowbound hotel with a tasty and kinky blond. When she had passed out he had freaked and had not known what to do, so he was greatly relieved when she awoke the next day needing just rest and food. Dean had felt so guilty that he had waited on her hand and foot for the rest of the week, ok well he waited on her for the first two days, then she got tired of it and decided that there where other ways to be nice, and Dean had ordered the rest of the meals to be delivered to their room.

Dean came out of these memories when he heard Sam moan and immediately was by his side. Sam awoke to be bombarded by questions from Dean, "Was he alright", "Was he hungry", and "What kind of a idiot did Sam grow upto be". Sam just smiled and turned round and went back to sleep but not before grabbing Dean's hand and mumberling "Please don't go". Dean was livid, how dare Sam feed him, and after tucking Sam in and making sure there was more juice and some sandwiches, he was deciding whether to leave or stay just until Sam was able to defend himself when he heard Sam ask him "Please don't go". He looked down at his hand and realized Sam was holding it, realized that Sam wanted him to stay, no matter what he was. Man, Dean decided he was glad Sam was out of it because this was a big chick history making moment and if Sam realized that Dean was actually sitting there enjoying the fact that Sam wanted him to stay, enjoying the fact that Sam had grabbed his hand and did not want to let go and the memories that that brought back for Dean, (Sam used to do this as a baby when he was upset by nightmares etc.) man Sam would never let him live it down. So Dean decided that no matter what the future held for him, he would treasure this moment with Sam.

When Sam was better they would discuss the future, and decide whether they would continue hunting together or whether it was better for both of them if they separated for good, for even now Dean wanted to taste, wanted to drink. Heck, he wanted to feed off Sam and he knew that he could not stay around Sam for much longer without feeding again and that he did not want to do. Unfortunately for Sam, his blood was intoxicating and addictive and Dean was already fighting the urge to take another sip.

Next Chapter: The talk and the Decision.