Authors Notes: I will let you know before hand I am not in any way handy with medical skills. So when I begin to dig into them it will be the basic ones not all that technical crap. If I decide to use a hospital because I'm one of those writers that likes to make Dean and Sam work a little at there problems plus this is season 2 so the feds are after them. I am that evil. The main cause I'm clueless when it comes to hospitals and all it's fancy equipment and such. Where I'm from I never go to any of mine because there pieces of crap so there ya go. Please review Thanx Charity.
Bobby panted deep breaths as he began to slide his injured hand up the sharp knife. He really needed one of those shots of jack daniels Gordon was swinging earlier.
"Your almost there Bobby, just a little further." Dean encouraged as it pained him to see Bobby struggle so deeply all due to his selfish mistake.
"No shit Sherlock." Bobby growled out as his hand met the end handle and his fingers curled around it. He counted to three and then suddenly yanked the knife from the wall.
Dean frowned as he just let Bobby get the better of him but his frown deepened when he didn't hear Bobby make a noise when he tore the knife from the wall. "Bobby you ok man?" He asked, worried that the oldest hunter would pass out and he would have to literally break his wrist to get out of these ropes. If it came to it he do it in a heartbeat.
"What the hell do you think?" Bobby gasped out as he looked at his hand, the knife still gutting out from it. He needed to pull the knife out but if he did he might bleed out. Well shit.
Bobby hobbled over too Dean to start untying his wrist and winced as he looked at the raw and bloody wrist. They were blue and purple from lack of blood flow. "You alright Dean?" He asked doing a quick once over as he started to untie the mess with one hand, which was damn near impossible.
"Yeah, yeah just hurry it up would ya." Dean was anxious to get out of this damn chair. His butt fell asleep probably days ago, his hands hurt, and he was itching to get to Sam. He wanted to just go over and touch him to feel for himself he was alive.
"It's kinda hard when you only got one hand and a knife in the other." Bobby cursed his weakness and cursed Dean's jumpy attitude only making it harder. The things you do for family.
"Sorry." Dean apologized as he settled down his jumpy actions and focused his eyes on Sam. His brother obviously succumbed to unconsciousness again. Dean sighed as he realized he would not be able to use the aid of a hospital E.R do to the world wide search for them. Him and Bobby would be left to do this on there own.
"Alright you damn idgit, you're free." Bobby grumbled as he knelt back up and winced again as the pain in his hand intensified. Dean's hard head saved him from getting seriously hurt from a concussion same as himself but getting stabbed through the hand is a different story.
Dean quickly stood up but regretted it as the change in position and his legs regaining blood flow caused him to lose balance and he fell to one knee. "Whoa! When did I get three little brother's." Dean grabbed his head as the world started to spin.
"It's just the change in position, just relax for a minute." Bobby crouched down next to Dean as the younger man tried to get his bearing. Of course as soon as he told him to relax he was up and off to the other side of the room. That damn stubborn kid.
"So much for relaxing." Bobby muttered to himself as he followed Dean's frantic footsteps.
"Sammy?" Dean questioned as he put his two fingers on his pulse point. He turned to Bobby who was leaning on the nearest wall.
"Well?"
"It's erratic; the kid has an infection probably in both wounds. He's out for the count Bobby." He smiled sadly as he realized he would have to lug his 200 plus pound brother back to the car.
"We'll take him to the hospital to clear the infection then." Bobby stated as he hung onto the wall for dear life. He was thinking of some good drugs those doctors put in you that knock you out for days then magically you wake up 5 days later and your all better.
"No! We can't the feds are searching the whole country for us. We go to the hospital we'll surly get picked up." Dean yelled out as he didn't want to administer Sam to some stranger then have the feds arrest him while strangers poke and prod at his brother. Hell no.
Dean offered quiet reassurances as he softly stroked his younger brother's hair; he just got him back no way was he losing him again certainly not to police.
"Dean this is out of our hands, we can't fix this." Bobby pointed to the broken man hanging by a thread. Literally. Dean had smarts, he was a smart cookie when he wanted to be but he lacked intelligence at all the wrong times.
"Bobby as soon as we get there they figure out who we are, I get arrested then Sam get's poked and prodded by strangers. Hell no, that ain't happenin." Dean sighed as he knew Bobby was right but Bobby had no place in deciding over what happens to Sam.
"Fine we just need to hurry it up because I'm bleeding he's bleeding and your starting to threaten innocent civilians for looking at Sam the wrong way." Bobby grinned as Dean turned red. He wasn't intended on hearing the soft words of love or encouragement but the last one he heard loud and clear. 'If a person so much as looks at you the wrong way I'll hunt them down and kick there ass'. Bobby chuckled at the thought of Dean hunting down some poor pedestrian for looking at Sam.
"Alright let's get this show on the road, you ready to get down Sammy?" Dean asked questions and offered his promises of protection even though Sam can't hear him but he needed to. It was a given at any time, they always slipped out no matter where they were or no matter what the situation.
"Uh…Dean how we gonna do this?" Bobby asked pointing down to his still knifed hand.
"Do what?" Dean looked at Bobby and saw his finger pointing to the protruding knife.
"Oh. I'll get him down you can go get the car started and be my assistant." Dean snickered as Bobby flipped him off and cursed all the way up the stairs.
"Oh assistant." He called out as he saw Bobby's head peak out the door.
"What!"
"I like my coffee black." He yelled as was tinkering with the chains around Sam's arm.
He laughed out loud as Bobby very clearly told him he can take his coffee and shove it up his ass.
"Let's get you down Sammy." Dean encouraged as he was trying to steady his brother's weight against his side while doing his right arm. He heard the unconditional pop and lifted him up enough to slip his wrist free. Once the shackles weren't holding him up any more Sam dropped forward onto his chest.
"I know you love me but I think this taking it a little far." He joked as he began to get a grip on his brother's injured body to carry him out of here. He slipped his arm under his brother's head and the other under his brother's knees and heaved him up toward his chest. He strained with the additional weight but he noted that Sam was much lighter then he remembered. You didn't even notice, some brother you are. Dean swallowed down guilt as he heard pained filled moans coming from under his chin where his brother's head was tucked.
It's funny how Sam can be tucked into such small places. He joked to himself as he looked down as he tried to calm Sam down.
"Shh…it's ok I gotcha it's going to be ok. Go back to sleep it'll all be over soon, I promise." Just like Sam was told he fell right back to sleep comforted by the sound of his older brother's voice. Dean started to walk toward the stairs and stared at the old steps praying they wouldn't break under the added weight.
"Here we go." He whispered as he began his descent up the stairs.
Bobby sat in the Impala bored as hell, what the hell was taking him so long? Probably cause Sam was so heavy to carry. Bobby chuckled to himself as he remembered having to carry the youngest and it was not fun. He is a heavy load and he surmised Gordon was caught off guard at how heavy Sam actually is.
Bobby watched the door and heard the screen door bang and gasped at the sight. Dean was cradling Sam in his arms taking small steps at a time trying not to trip or fall. He laughed out loud at the sight and cursed for not having a camera. This would be a meaty blackmail picture. Bobby quickly checked around in the Impala and found Dean's cell.
"Say cheese Deano." Bobby laughed out as he took a picture of Dean kissing Sam's forehead as he cradled the youngest in his arms. Oh this was golden wait till he brings this up later.
He got out of the car and offered his help which Dean refused. "Fine! What the hell am I going to do then? I can't drive? Or help you patch Sam up? Huh?" He grumbled out as watched Dean situate Sam in the front seat, seems like he gets back seat.
"Well when we get back you make a good cup of coffee I love me some coffee." Dean smiled as he got in the drivers seat allowing Bobby to get in.
"Now remember I like my coffee-" Dean looked in the review mirror as he held his finger up in a matter of fact way. He laid Sam horizontally so his head rested on his lap, he told himself it was for Sam's personal comfort but he knew it was for his own as well.
"Black I know. You know I hate you." Bobby spit out as he just slipped Dean's phone into his pocket.
"I love you too." Dean smiled as he rested a hand on the steering wheel and one over his brother's heart. The comforting feel of the steady thump…thump beneath his hand keeping him sane. He sped away not even giving the warehouse a second glance.