Chapter 11: Taking Care of Sammy
The rest of the ride there, the boys didn't fight at all, but they laughed and giggled and played games. The Winchesters arrived in Fargo, North Dakota, a few hours later. The sun had come up and Dean grabbed his suitcase in one hand and Sam took his suitcase, and Dean grabbed Sam's free hand as they crossed the parking lot. They walked into the musty motel room and plopped their stuff down. John got into bed instantly and dozed off. Dean went over to lay down and just as his head hit the pillow he heard Sam moaning. He opened his eyes and looked over to see Sam on the end of the bed.
"Deem, my arm hurts" he said shakily. He saw his dad turn over and groan and he got up instantly.
"Shhh its okay Sammy, come on I'll go get the first aid kit" Dean stated. Sam followed his brother over to his dad's suitcase and Dean pulled the kit from his bag. He sat him on the bed and grabbed a new bandage from the kit. He glanced over at Sam's that was bloodstained. He began to unwind it and he tried not to gasp as he saw the deep claw wounds. There was pus and dried blood all around it, he knew it needed to be clean to keep it from being infected. Dean pulled out a bottle with clear liquid inside and swallowed nervously. He had seen his dad pour this on his wounds before and knew that it always helped, though his dad would wince in pain when it was poured on his skin. "This might sting a little Sammy" Dean warned as he opened the lid and took Sam's arm.
"No!" Sam said as he pulled away.
"Come on Sam" Dean started.
"No I don't wanna" Sam whimpered as he held his arm close to his chest.
"You've already had it done, so it shouldn't freak you out" Dean added.
"No, daddy didn't put it on cause he said it would hurt" Sam said.
"No wonder" Dean sighed, "Sam it's gonna get infected" Dean stated.
"What's effected?" Sam asked.
"Infected" Dean stated, "It means it will get worse" Dean answered.
"Oh" Sam replied. "Okay." He held out his arm hesitantly and squeezed his eyes shut as he braced himself for the sting. Dean poured the liquid on his arm and he yelped in pain.
"Shhh Sam" Dean said as he glanced over at John. John rolled onto his stomach and Sam bit his lip to keep from making a sound. It was over in a moment and Dean let go of him. Sam's eyes were watering and Dean began to tenderly wrap the bandage around his arm.
"Better?" Dean asked as he threw the bandage away and walked back over to Sam. Sam nodded his head and then yawned.
"Thanks" he said with a smile.
"Come on, let's get you in bed" Dean said as he led Sam over to the bed. Sam climbed up and Dean laid the covers on him. Sam began to fall asleep and Dean sighed, he was tired too, but now he couldn't sleep as he watched the gentle rise and fall of Sam's chest. He thought for a moment about his mother and how Sam never got to know her.
"I'm sorry Sammy" Dean whispered as a tear travelled down his cheek. "I promise, things will get better." But little did Dean know, that Sam's life would only get worse, and Dean's would become a nightmare.