THANK YOU SANDY. Got the day off to write. This chapter is a bit of a filler chapter to get to the point. More Azazel soon.
"Sammy, stop." Dean sighed. Sam had spent most of the hour that Jim & Caleb had been gone jumping on the bed. Dean, all the while, sat on the couch, watching the clock. He had a headache from his little brother's annoying television series & the fact that Sam was jumping on the bed & laughing at the old re-run of Looney Tunes only added to his frustration.
He got up from the couch, crossing the room to the window. He pulled back the shades, looking out at the driveway. It was almost pitch black now & Dean was getting anxious. Caleb had said they'd only be a few minutes & it had been an hour with no call or notice.
He sighed, turning to look at Sam irritably.
"Sam, I said stop. Your gonna get hurt." He said sharply. He knew he was being mean, but he knew accidents, especially with his family, happened more often than not. Sam only stuck his tongue out & laughed in response.
Dean loved Sammy, but when it came down to headaches & Sammy's consistent laughter, he let himself off of the nice & soft gig he always shared with his brother.
Dean glared at his baby brother. "Dammit, Sam, I said stop!" Dean yelled angrily, taking the remote & turning off the tv. He threw the remote at the wall in anger, watching the remote shatter into tiny pieces. Dean looked back at Sam, satisfied to hear no more laughter, but paled instantly.
Sam had fallen from the bed & hit his head on the nightstand, the corner of the nightstand covered in red. Sam was curled in a ball, holding his head, the tremors easily visible to Dean.
"Shit!" he muttered, running over to his brother.
"Sammy-" he started, putting a hand on Sam's shoulder to uncurl him but was cut off by small hands smacking him away. Guilt was eating at him, but he knew he had to get Sammy fixed. "Sammy, I'm so sorry I yelled at you, I shouldn't have done that." he said, once again trying to pull Sammy out of the small ball he had formed.
"Go away." he heard the small whimper. He curled into himself tighter, making it harder for Dean to pull him apart. Dean laughed shakily. "No way, Sammy."
Sarcasm wasn't going to work this time, Dean decided. He put a soft hand on Sam's back as he spoke. "Listen. I'm sorry, Sammy. I just had a headache & was mad & got angry, alright? It's not your fault, you were just being a kid.." he smiled lightly before continuing. "But I didn't want you to get hurt & that's why I yelled. And because you didn't listen to me the first time, look what happened." he said softly.
Sam untensed slightly but stayed curled in a ball. "Sammy, I need to get you patched up. Your head must kill right now.." he said, rubbing Sam's back softly.
Sam waited a few seconds before uncurling & sitting up, but the pain in his head forced him back down. Dean watched as Sam made an attempt to sit up, but fell like he was pushed right back to the ground. He put his hands out behind Sam's back before Sam's head could hit the floor.
Sam winced & was starting to cry, icy tears rolling down his cheeks. Dean gave his brother a sympathetic look. "It's ok, Sammy, I gotcha." he muttered softly as he grabbed a pillow from the bed & set it under Sam's head. Sam nodded slightly but his face crumpled as more tears ran down at the slight movement causing him even more pain.
"I'll be right back, I gotta go get the first aid kit." he cautioned before leaving Sam. He patted Sam's arm before getting up & going to the bathroom. He opened the bottom cabinet, moving the useless soap & conditioner items that were blocking what he needed. He finally found the first aid kit & without thinking, ran back to his brother. He tripped over the table, hitting his leg on the edge of the table. He winced slightly, but ignored the pain as he got to Sam.
Sam was trembling, tears still rolling down his face. Dean knew he was going into shock soon if he didn't stop the blood loss. "Hey, hey, hey, look at me." he said, turning his baby brother's face to face him. "Hurts.." he whimpered softly.
"I know it does, Sammy, but I'm gonna make it better, ok? I'm gonna roll you over to look at the wound & make it better, alright?" he watched Sam's expression of doubt & hoped he wouldn't have to force his brother onto his stomach.
Sam looked at his big brother. He wasn't sure Dean was telling the truth or not, but he trusted him, so he shook his head silently as he carefully maneuvered himself onto his stomach. Dean sat back to let his brother take his time on turning himself over, the amount of blood loss causing his energy to drain. When Sam was on his stomach, Dean went quickly to work.
The wound was deep, no doubt, but small in width. He snapped open the first aid kit & searched for an anesthetic numbing tool. After digging through everything & double checking everything twice, to his horror, he didn't find one.
"Shit.." he mumbled as he stared at the empty first aid kit, the rest of the items strewn across the floor. He looked at the sewing materials he had & sighed in defeat. He knew that he couldn't wait any longer before Sam had bled out to the point where it wasn't fixable.
"Sammy...this is gonna hurt…a lot." he said sadly, his voice wavering as he said it. Sam just nodded, not wanting to know what Dean meant, but knew he would know by the time he was finished. Tears rolled down Dean's face as he cleaned the area around the wound before starting, not wanting an infection to happen.
He then took the sewing materials & looked at them in hatred. He positioned Sam's head on his lap so he could get a better angle on sewing so hopefully it would make the process go quicker. Before poking the first hole & starting, he took his baby brother's hand.
"Ready, Sammy?" he asked, his voice barely audible. Sam squeezed his eyes shut, ready for the pain he knew he was bound to endure. Sam squeezed Dean's hand, giving Dean his answer. Dean let go of Sam's hand & took a deep breathe.
Poking the first hole of the first stitch, tears began to fall down Dean's face automatically as he heard Sam shriek in pain the first of many times.
Scrubbing a hand through his hair, Dean walked over to the bathroom to clean his hands off. He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes bloodshot, puffy, & his face a shade of tomato red from the streaking tears still falling.
It had been the longest 10 minutes Dean had ever endured in his life. After the first stitch, Sam's cries & insistent pleas had only gotten worse. Sam was now passed out & in bed, the pain finally overtook him almost after the last stitch. As he washed his hands, he stared at Sam's blood. Sam's blood on his hands.
More tears began to fall but he brushed them away as he heard the rumble of an engine pulling in the drive. He quickly wiped the blood from his hands that he had missed, shut off the light, & went over to the door to let the elder hunters in.
He opened the door slowly and poked his head out to make sure that it was for sure Jim & Caleb but was confused to see his father staggering toward the house. Dean squinted & saw the bottle of Jack Daniels in his father's hand.
Shit, Dean thought. "Dad's gonna be pissed…" he muttered, thinking of what his dad would say once he saw Sammy. Dean quickly closed the door & made sure everything was clean of blood. Maybe he could hide it from John until Caleb & Jim returned.
He heard the door creaking open as he came out of the bathroom.
He knew there'd be hell to pay if John found out.
"Another one, sugar?" the bartender asked. She was blonde, but none to John's interest. He'd already downed a few shots of Tequila & was getting sick of the taste. It had been a successful hunt over a spirit & he had gotten the bastard done within an hour. Every hunt the past few days had been a simple salt-and-burn anyways.
"How 'bout a full bottle of Jack?" he slurred. She looked him over & knew she shouldn't but by the way John was paying, she needed the money & got him a Jack Daniels bottle. He tipped 20 dollars & staggered out of the bar.
"Lord help his children." she muttered, wondering if the man even had children.
John walked out of the bar & got into the Impala. He stared at the ignition for a few minutes before deciding it was time for him to go back to Jim's place. He hadn't been back or let anyone know about his whereabouts for weeks & he decided that they'd start wondering in a few more days.
He took his time driving to the house, not wanting to crash the Impala.
Once he got to the house, he looked around for Jim's vehicle but was confused when he didn't see it anywhere.
He got out of the Impala & shut the door, staggering toward the house. He saw the door shut as he got out but was too out of it to pay much attention to it. He threw the bottle of empty Jack Daniels at the woods & continued toward the house.
He opened the door & staggered inside, shutting the door behind him.
The first thing he saw was his son, his shirt covered in blood. His eyes widened slightly. "What the hell is on your shirt, boy?" he asked sharply. He hated when Dean ruined shirts, due to the fact that they didn't have enough money to buy many more shirts than what he had.
Dean jumped slightly at the harshness in his father's voice, but looked down at his shirt in confusion. When he saw blood covering his shirt, he panicked. What am I gonna tell him, Dean thought.
He hesitated before answering. "Uh, it's uh…I'm not sure, sir." he said, the panic locking him in place & making his mind go blank. He watched John stagger toward him, not able to walk straight. He stopped & glanced toward the bed where Sammy was lying.
Dean followed his eyes. "Damn!" he muttered. He looked at the corner of the nightstand, dry blood still on it. He quickly averted his eyes before John could follow his gaze but it was too late.
John turned his body to face Sammy & he bent down to examine Sam's head, seeing the sewing on the back. He then turned & glanced at the dry blood. He stood slowly, & turned to glare at Dean.
"Sir, I'm-" but he was cut off as his father stood in front of him & pushed him into the wall.
"I ask you one thing & you can't even fulfill that." he slurred, bending down to eye level with Dean. Dean just stared at his father. As he stared at him, his father's eyes began to change to yellow. He gaped at the yellow eyes in confusion.
"Is that all you got to say, boy?! Nothing?" he yelled in Dean's face. Dean flinched but couldn't speak, not sure if the demon was making him hallucinate again or it was really his father. Suddenly, he felt a hand connect with his cheek & he was on the ground, icy tears stringing his face.
He slowly began to get up, only to be slapped in the face again. He stayed on the ground against the wall, curling into a ball, & let the tears fall mercilessly. He put his hands over his ears as he heard more shouting. It had sounded like more than one person but he didn't care.
Black spots began to dance across his face as the ache in his head became worse, but he didn't mind.
He just wanted it to end.