10
Sam parked in front of the motel room and carried Abbie inside, gently placing her down on the nearest bed. "So, what do we do now?" Sam asked Dean as he helped settle her into a position where she could sleep comfortably. He silently thanked God that she'd been given strong painkillers that would hopefully keep her comfortable at least until morning.
"I don't know, Sam. She's on their radar because she's with us." Dean sighed heavily, straightening up her blanket, and sweeping her hair from her forehead, checking her temperature as he did so.
"Dean?" She asked, waking up a little.
"I'm here." He told her, "Sam too. We did it, we escaped."
Abbie smiled sleepily, "We did?" Her memory from the hospital room to the car to the motel room, was hazy, due to a mixture of drugs, shock and exhaustion. "We did it?"
"Yeah, we did." Dean answered, "Get some sleep, ok?" She closed her eyes, and drifted back to sleep.
"What exactly did the demon say?" Sam asked, sitting at the small table with Dean.
"Just that being on our side was a bad thing, and you have a longer shelf life." Dean explained, running a hand through his hair. "What a freaking mess."
"You got that right. At least we know she'll be safe at Bobby's."
"We thought she'd be safe in the hospital. Damn, she asked me if we should've salted the room, and me being stupid and not having my mind on the job said 'no, don't be stupid.'" Dean was angry at himself. "I should've listened to her."
"You should try and get some sleep, this room is demon proof, nothing's going to happen tonight." Sam told Dean, who was ready to protest. "She's sleeping, room's sealed. It's almost 5am."
"You're right." Dean sighed, "Been a hell of a night." He started to pull out the sofa.
"Take the bed, Dean." Sam smiled, "Sofa's fine for me."
Dean didn't need telling twice, he shrugged off his jacket, kicked off his boots and crawled into the other bed, watching Abbie until sleep overcame him too.
(Next morning)
Sam woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the motel room door, he quickly got up to open it, before it woke either Dean or Abbie who were both still sleeping peacefully. Bobby stood there, "Hell Sam, thought you'd have been up and calling the hospital hours ago." Bobby commented, "It's gone 11, has Dean called you?"
"Bobby, hi." Sam smiled awkwardly, realising he still thought Abbie was safe in the hospital. "Ummm, no need to call Dean because he's here."
"He left the love of his life's side?" Bobby asked, with a surprised expression.
"Not really, come on in." Sam opened the door, revealing the two sleeping figures on the beds.
"She should be in the hospital, Sam. She had surgery last night! Are you trying to finish her off?!" Bobby exclaimed.
"No, Bobby, that'd be the demon that was in her hospital room last night." Sam answered, quietly, reminding Bobby that people were still sleeping.
"What?!" Bobby whispered, "Demon?"
"She and Dean sent it packing, but apparently because she's allied with us, she's on the demon radar."
"How's your brother?"
Sam shook his head, "He blames himself for the whole thing, her being hurt, the demon on her case."
"Son, she's already been possessed, she was on their radar way before she met you boys." Bobby told him, "They're just pissed they lost her to our side."
"Bobby?" Dean asked, waking up, frowning. "What time is it?"
"Just after 11, sleepy head." Bobby answered, walking over to him. "Rough night?"
"I'm fine." Dean sat up and walked over to Abbie's bed.
"She's been fine." Sam had stayed awake after Dean had gone to sleep and made a point of regularly checking Abbie's vitals. "Slept most of the time."
"I'm gonna call Hal, have him meet us back at my place tonight." Bobby resolved, "He's a doctor turned hunter, mostly treats injured hunters who don't want hospitals and records involved."
"Thanks Bobby." Dean answered gratefully. "I'd better wake her, get her to drink something now she's not got the IV." He shook her gently, "Hey Abs. Time to wake up."
"Hmmm?" She woke up, frowning at Dean.
"Morning." He smiled at her, "Sleep ok?" She nodded, "I need you to try and drink something for me, ok?"
"I can't." The very mention of food or drink was making her feel like vomiting.
"Abbie, you're not on your IV, you need to get some nutrition." Sam tried to reason with her. "How's the pain?"
"Painful." She answered, "Please tell me you have painkillers."
"Yeah, I'll get them." Sam walked over to his bag and pulled out some pills saved from their last hospital trip, and handed them to Dean with a glass of water.
"Just a couple of sips, ok?" Dean held the glass for her, watching carefully for any signs that she was about to throw up over him. "Good girl." He smiled, once she had swallowed the pills. "Don't think I won't be making sure you eat or drink something once you feel a bit better." He warned her.
"But-" Abbie protested, trying to pull puppy dog eyes on Dean.
"Not buts." Dean answered, sitting on the edge of her bed. "I may not be a doctor, but I know how the human body works. I want you to have drunk at least one glass of fluid and eat something before we head for Bobby's. We'll get one of Bobby's doctor friends to check you over, ok?"
"I'm not going back to a hospital." She panicked remembering the night before. "Please, don't make me-"
"Hal's gonna come to my place to make sure you're ok, kid." Bobby assured her, "We can trust him."
"Why don't Bobby and I go and get us all some breakfast?" Dean suggested, before his stomach started to rumble.
"Sure, I'll keep Abbie company. Bring me back some pancakes."
"Abbie?" Dean asked, she just shook her head. "I'll choose for you then." He walked out with Bobby. "I know we shouldn't have taken her out of the hospital so soon after surgery, and I know she's really sick but the demons found her there, it wasn't safe."
"You don't need to justify it to me, Dean. Hal will make sure she's ok, it'll be just as good as being in a hospital. He's fixed your father up more than a few times."
"Thanks for all this, Bobby." Dean told him sincerely.
"No problem, kid. I told your dad I'd take care of you boys, and I keep my word, now let's get breakfast."
(In the motel)
"He won't really force me to eat breakfast will he, Sam?" Abbie asked, as Sam pottered about the room packing things up in his bag. "He's bluffing, right?"
"Probably not." Sam answered, "He wants you healthy. You should still be in the hospital."
"How bout you tell him that I drunk a whole glass of water while he was gone?" Abbie smiled at Sam, conspiratorially. "He'd never know."
"I'm not lying to my brother." Sam told her, "Sorry. Anything else you need?"
"To get up out of this damn bed would be nice." She tried to pull herself up to a sitting position.
"Whoa, easy. I got you." Sam was beside her instantly, helping her. "You don't want to burst any sutures. I'm just gonna check your wound, ok?" She nodded, and Sam gently lifted the hospital gown to look. "Looks ok, just a little blood, nothing unusual, we should probably change your dressing before the drive to Bobby's, keep it clean."
"Can you do it before they get back?"
"Me?" Sam asked, surprised. "I thought Dean-"
"He doesn't need to see it, he feels bad enough without having to actually see it."
"Ok, I'll just grab the first aid kit." Sam rummaged through his bag, "You're sure about this?" Abbie nodded. "Ok, this is probably gonna hurt." Sam slowly peeled off the bandage, grimacing when he seen the red, angry wound. He gently cleaned the area, "So, what do you think Dean's gonna bring back for breakfast?" He tried to distract Abbie from what he was doing.
"Bacon cheeseburger." She answered, gritting her teeth. "Something unhealthy."
"You're probably right." Sam applied a fresh bandage. "All done."
"Dean said you were pre-law, are you sure it wasn't pre-med?"
"In this game, you learn how to patch each other up." Sam laughed, "I can help you get out of that gown and into real clothes if you want." Then realising that he was probably inviting himself to undress her, blushed. "Forget I said that." He mumbled, confusing Abbie.
"I'd love to get some clothes on, feel like less of an invalid." She smiled, "Sam, would you...?" He managed to stop looking at his feet and look at her. "Anything loose fitting from my bag will be fine." Sam grabbed her bag, and pulled out some sweats. "They'll do. Can you help me to the bathroom?"
"Sure." Sam helped her up and through to the bathroom, carrying her clothes. "Ok, ummm..."
"Sam, no need to feel awkward." Abbie told him, "You're helping an injured colleague wash and dress. " Snapping him from his awkwardness, he filled the sink the warm water to help her wash then helped her dress.
"We're back!" Sam and Abbie heard Dean yell, "Guys?"
Sam glanced towards the door, feeling guilty almost as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't have, "Be right out!"
"Sam! Abbie's gone!" Dean yelled, panic clear. Sam emerged from the bathroom, arm around Abbie's shoulder and waist helping her walk. "Oh thank god!"
"I cleaned the wound, changed the dressing and helped her change." Sam told his brother, "She's doing great."
"Great enough for this?" Dean pointed to a stack of pancakes, watching carefully for her reaction. "No? Good job I got you these." He handed her a bottle of ginger ale and some crackers. "Good for nausea, according to the shop assistant. She swore by these all through her first trimester."
"Trimester? Dean, I'm post op not pregnant." Abbie looked at the food and drink he handed her cynically.
"Well, I figured pregnancy nausea was easier to explain than breaking you out of the hospital. Nausea's nausea. Get drinking, I want half of that gone before we leave for Bobby's."
"Fine." Abbie answered, opening the bottle and sipping.