(Hey,hey, hey heres chapter 10, wow I just saw that movie 'Maleficent' it was the bomb...it the good way. so uh yeah that about it...oh yeah I don't know why, but Fanfiction wouldn't let me post yesterday..."-"-talking, Italics-thinking...)
...From last chapter
Now Bobby knew why Ruby was so quick to vanish when they got back, Sam would kill her..they don't even know how to exactly destroy a demon, just the exorcism to send them back to hell, but Bobby was sure Sam would find a way. He had cleaned Dean the best he could, but the boy really needed a bath, some of the things he had found across his body was just...there wasn't even a word for it. His back...what could he say about his back...it was literally sheathed in cuts, burns...and what looked like...whip marks. He later found that Dean's left knee was visibly displaced and greatly swollen...he'd have to reset it.
This was probably the only time Bobby was grateful that the kid was unconscious...
More Dean's POV:
Wha...Whats going on?
He still felt cold, but not the numbing frigid cold he was used to. Dean felt something under him...it was soft, well except for the annoying springs...
Springs?
He was on a bed?...
No thats not possible.
They haven't ever went this far...they wouldn't do this...fuck!
Who the hell is touching him?!
Don't you dare lay a hand on me you bastard!
Dean could feel whoever it was running their hand down along his left leg...which oddly didn't hurt as much as before. He couldn't move though...his limbs were so freakin' heavy...
No-no-no-this is not going to happen.
"...Dean?...Balls!, S-Sam he's awake!,"
Sam?...
Oh God please don't...
...A few minutes earlier...
Sam busted through the bathroom door and quickly closed it behind him, his back pushed up against it, he leaned there for about one minute in silence. Sam raised his hands to his eyes and wiped the tears away...he was supposed to be strong for Dean, but look at him, he almost ran away to the bathroom like a little kid...
Dean wouldn't have done that.
He walked up to the sink and gripped with both hands the sides of the porcelain, he tried to take a few deep breaths as best he could...his bangs fell back in front of his blue-green orbs.
Sam turned the knob for the cold water making it send a loud squeak into the air...as his fingers cupped some of the clear flowing liquid, he looked up to his reflection jerking his head to the side to get the brown strands from out in front of his vision. The scar was still there...from the stupid razor blade, it was a three inch thin ragged line slanting downward on his right cheek.
He bent down bringing the water to his face and splashed it across his hot skin...some got into his eyes so he shook his hands to get the rest of the water off and wiped down his face.
Sam's arms fell back to his side, but his right hand hit something in his right jean pocket...his cellphone, well one of his cellphones at least. He dug into the tight space...which was surprising for how big his pants were...and took out the small silver flip phone.
He opened it with his thumb and looked into the little square box...
11:56 P.M...
The Winchester took a deep breath...or as deep as he could right now and clicked the top right button in the corner...Contact List. Sam Winchester couldn't believe he was about to do this, but... he scrolled down some more, Dad popped up on the small screen, he bit his bottom lip and pressed the green button. He already knew it was going to go to voice-mail so when he heard the beeeep...
"...Hey, it's...it's Sam-you know your other son. (Sigh) Look, I just wanted to call and tell you...I found him...Dean. He-He's...(Some more hot tears escaped his eyes) Deans in pretty bad shape,...uh Dad I-" Sam was cut off when...
"-Balls!, S-Sam he's awake!" Came Bobby's voice.
He clicked the end button as he opened the door and ran as fast as he could without breaking the floor boards under him. He whipped to the the right at the door's entryway only to see so far as Singers back...so he hurried to the left side of the bed.
Sam knelt down to the edge of the low mattress, Dean was sluggishly moving his head side to side...he seemed to be trying to move his arms up to his heads height...he was trying to protect himself, but his hands plopped onto his stomach.
One of the things Sam didn't get though was that, Dean wasn't making a sound...not even a groan to let them know if he was in pain, not that they needed that to know.
"Hey!, hey, Dean it's alright...It's me Sam okay...,"...
Okay, why did that seem to make it worse?...
Now it looked like Dean was try to move away from the sound of his voice.
"...What happened?," Now Sam didn't want to sound accusing.
But when he had left, Dean was fine...well unconscious, but still...
What the hell could Bobby have done to make him wake up?
"...His knee, it-it was broken...since he was out of it, I thought to just put it back in place...I didn't want him to go through any unnecessary pain awake...I'm sorry, Sam I should have-,"
"Uh-no, it's okay...I mean, I get what you were trying to do, alright...D-Dean you're safe," Sam exclaimed. He didn't want him to pass out again... but he also hated seeing Dean act like this.
"Dean,... dammit, Dean stop it!" Sam barked.
He didn't mean to be so loud, but it seemed to have worked...the oldest Winchester brother stilled...except for the shaking
"Alright...good...Dean no ones going to hurt you anymore," Sam assured much quieter.
He didn't know if it was okay to touch him because Dean might freak out again...plus he can't see right now...which reminded him he should get an ice pack for the swelling.
More Dean's POV:
They actually think I'm gonna believe this shit?...
These things have done this before, but the only thing is, they never take him out of the basement though...
Sam would come for him and take him up the stairs only to laugh like an insane person and drag him back down to-to that damn basement. There his brother would just brutally beat him, saying that he was an idiot for even thinking that he would get out of there in the first place.
That he would never waste his time to come and save such a fuck up, Sam only came to make some type of deal with someone. Sometimes 'That Sam' would call a Demon from upstairs to come down to whip him aka punish...t-they would chain his wrist to some type of loop built into the cement a-and...
"...Dean, you're safe now," Sam murmured...
No I'm not, you're just waiting for me to get my guard down...well I'm not...just do it already, hit me, kick me I don't care any more!...Just do it you asshole!
Dean yelled in his mind...the darkness...that dark void he was always stuck in...everywhere he looked was just black, black, black...
"Jesus, Dean...I'm so, so sorry...," Sam exclaimed.
What the hell does this thing think he's going to get from him?...Dean thought.
More Sam's POV:
He wanted Dean to say something...'Stop crying princess, I'm fine'..., but nothing came.
He closed his blue-green eyes for a second and then looked down, but shook his head...he needed to get Dean warm...his jacket wouldn't suffice for long.
"You're probably cold, right?"...Nothing..."...Right," Sam added.
Every things going to be okay...
Yup every things going to be okay...
"I got blankets in the hall closet, I'll get 'em," Bobby asserted and turned to go out the door.
"...And I'll get you some warm clothes," Sam said.
He went to get up, but almost fell...his legs had fallen asleep...isn't it weird how it feels like pins and needles when your blood tries to flow back in?
He went to the large dark wood dresser and opened Dean's drawer...the second one...almost empty...
Dammit he told Dean to put clothes in the thing when he could...
Never listens to him.
He sighed and tossed the contents inside around...
Okay grey sweatpants and blue plaid boxers...
Sam glanced behind him, Dean was almost in the same position... his hands had reached to his chest height and was still inching up. The pants looked like they would be a little big on him...or a lot. There were no shirts in the drawer so he just grabbed a white T-shirt from his...they always seem to have a T-shirt laying around somewhere.
Sam walked over to the right side of the bed and sat down slowly so he wouldn't shake the mattress too much. Dean instantly reacted and moved slightly to the opposite side, but it seemed like he was using all his strength to travel only about five inches.
"Whoa whoa, Dean it's okay...sorry...just, I got uh, clothes for you to-," Sam began, but stopped.
How the hell is he going to do this?...
He watched as his older brother started to pant with losing most of his energy and just...well drooped back down to the mattress...his head turned away from him, and his bruised left hand curled into a fist.
Did he just give up?
No he just, he wouldn't-he's just tired is all, yeah...
"I...I'm going to just start with putting a shirt on you, okay? I'm not going to hurt you" He assured. Silence...
He brought his hand to his left shoulder and laid it there for a second...he could feel Dean's clavicle bone through the thin skin there...his mouth went dry. Dean was trembling, but he kept facing the other way.
"Alright, so I gotta get you up to get the shirt on" Sam said, but knew he was not going to get a answer anyway.
His hand traveled slightly to the back of Dean's neck...his brother's body flinched with the movement. Sam began to slowly raise him from the waist up...he gasped from the horrible sight...his back...
What the hell did those things do to him?
The youngest Winchester didn't know what he was feeling...it was definitely anger...more like rage, but it felt different.
How could anyone do this?
Even a monster...
I mean, how on earth?...
I will kill all of them...
Not send them back to hell-no...
I will kill every last one of those fuckers that did this to him...
Sam didn't notice an empty glass beer bottle that was sitting on the nightstand between the beds, from previous nights where Sam couldn't get a blink of rest and needed a drink, moved slightly to the side...barely an inch from falling to the floor.
He made sure to be gentle to not upset Dean anymore than he was already, so he didn't say anything about it ether. He took the T-shirt in hand and got Dean's head through with no trouble...the arms were slightly another story, the left was fine, but his right arm, well Dean got much more distressed. It was the side where his hand's fingers were most likely broken.
He's going to have to fix that...but not right at this second...plus he wanted some of the swelling to go down. He tried not to touch the digits, and slowly got his arm through the hole...he pulled the shirt down, well not really pulled, it dropped down...it was a little big, okay it was his shirt in the first place and he was larger than his brother before this anyway.
"Okay, one down, two more to go...,"
Sam laid Dean back down and scooted to the foot of the bed...
A few minutes later...
Sam couldn't help the blush of embarrassment, but that happens when you have to dress your brother who was a grown man. He couldn't imagine how Dean must've felt...he was still facing away from him...he had jumped a lot when he touched him anywhere below the hips...but one thing he hopes to God...who he hadn't talked to for a while now, that those...monsters...hadn't touched Dean in any way-you know-it made his stomach cramp with the thought.
He tugged the sweatpants up Dean's waist...like he had thought, they were very large on him...he'd have to find some his size, or the ones that have the string belt thing to tighten them, but this will do for now.
He set down Dean's right leg back onto the creaky mattress...
Thats when Bobby came in...he had been unknowingly standing in the doorway for a while now.
"So uh, heres the blankets," Singer said, he looked over to Dean after handing over the thick material to Sam.
"...Looks a little big on him," Bobby acknowledged.
The pants were baggy and the shirt was very low...almost to the tops of the boys thighs...probably Sams T-shirt.
"Yeah, I get that...I'ma go out and get something that better fits him some other time-I mean, I'm kinda...," Sam answered.
He motioned with his head to Dean...
He laid the blankets at the foot of the bed, he was going to move Dean up closer to the headboard.
"I could, tomorrow-if you want-theres a store not too far from here. I could stop past there-," Bobby began.
"You don't have t-," Sam interrupted.
"-No it's fine, Sam...I was heading to the grocery store anyway," Bobby finished.
Sam stared at Singer for a second then nodded to stop the awkward silence.
Sam turned back to Dean and then walked up the left side of the bed, he leaned down...
"Hey, Dean...look your probably tired and as you had heard, Bobby brought you some blankets. But first I need to move you so your in a more comfortable position, alright?," Sam asked...
Please at least a nod Dean, come on...
Nothing...
It's not going to happen over night Sam...he thought to himself.
"...Okay," Sam whispered through a sigh.
He lightly pushed his hands under Dean's underarms and lifted him some then back toward the dark wood headboard only for his legs to drag across the mattress making the stupid springs go crazy. Sam hated how light he was...much too light...maybe at sometime he could get that old scale out, they never used it.
He turned his body a little so he was on his side...his back probably felt like hell so he didn't want him on it any longer than he had to be. He grabbed two pillows from his bed...he had had four...he was a bit of a pillow hogger, and laid them under Dean's head.
He grabbed the three blankets...one was a deep blue thin one so he unfolded it, but before he wrapped it around Dean...
"I'm going to put a blanket on you, Dean...so don't freak out," Sam pleaded.
He draped it over his small form and tucked a little...Sam picked up another one which was slightly thicker than the first...this one was just red, brown and white with different designs across it...kinda native American to give an example. He didn't think Dean needed the other one...he didn't want him to suffer heatstroke, so he left it at the foot. He leaned back up...
"Well, I'ma just-go and hit the sack," Bobby voiced through the slight pause.
"Yeah..." Sam added.
Singer went out the door to the left...
"Wait!, Bobby," Sam hurried out the door slightly and gripped the door knob behind him, Bobby stopped and turned around quick.
The youngest Winchester brother didn't want to close the door, so he just kept it open a crack so he could still see Dean.
"Bobby, I-uh-I just want to thank you...for what you did before-," Sam had started.
"-Almost giving him a heart attack?" Bobby added. He adjusted his battered trucker hat a little.
"No, you were keeping Dean in mind, I just-thank you-for everything...you've done so much for us...I don't know how we could ever repay you for what you have done."
Tears were brimming in his blue-green orbs...
" You've been a father for me and Dean when John could give a rats ass an-...just-thank you, Bobby," Sam finished.
Singer cleared his throat a little seeing through the crack in the door. Dean had curled his body almost in the fetal position and back to Sam...he could see liquid trickling down his cheeks, the lighting in the hall was a little bad, but he knew they were there. He'd be damned, but he felt something in his eyes...
Just the dust alright.
"Ya don't gotta repay me for nothing, boy. And kid your father-,"
Sam looked to the floor not wanting to hear it.
"-He had a lot of responsibility forced down his throat, and with what had happened-...he had made some bad decisions, Sam. But he just wants to keep you and your brother safe, but the way he went about it-"
"-Bobby...," Sam said, he looked back up.
Singer sighed lowly and nodded.
"Alright, well you go head to bed-you don't got no excuse this time...," Bobby asserted.
Sam felt a small smile cross his face before nodding and turned to go back inside. Singer shook his head and went toward his room...
"...Idjit,"
One hour later...
Sam laid propped up against the headboard of his brothers bed...he had a few minutes ago got Dean the ice pack for his eyes. The swelling had went down a bit...but he hoped it would at least some more. Sam leaned his head back and looked up to the ceiling...
Yup the stains and holes are still there...
He did want to sleep, but he...he was scared that if he were to close his eyes for more than a second, Dean would disappear again. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and sighed.
He grabbed the slightly warm beer bottle from the nightstand and brought it to his lips, he guzzled all the bitter liquid down.
He'll get those bastards, oh yes he will...
Nothing on this damned earth will stop him...
I. Will. Find. Every. Last. One...
Everything went hazy...
Sam's eyes fell closed, his hand loosened around the bottle and his arm fell to his lap...