ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!
ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!
AU, OOC. Some fluff.
Warning: I still won't leave Sammy alone! :D
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The next time Sam woke up, the horizon was colored in orange by the rising sun. He could see the darkness receding away from the light through the window. The last thing he remembered was that woman… Dr. Ward? … examining him. Then he'd felt pain in his arm and heard the snarl of that wolf… Sam shuddered at the memory. After that he'd blacked out, luckily. Judging by the sky, he was out for a whole day.
Lying still for a few minutes, he took deep breaths to calm down then he began easing himself up into a sitting position. The pain expectedly flared up in his side, but it was more bearable then the previous morning. When he finally straightened up, he noticed that his bad arm was tied up with a sling. Leaning against the headboard, he pressed down on the rib to soothe the pain. When it ebbed away, he started his task of standing up.
Turning towards the edge of the bed and lowering his feet onto the floor was relatively easy and pain-free. But when he gripped the edge of the nightstand to pull himself up, his side exploded in fire. Sam held his scream back, but a whimper escaped him. He was panting harshly through his nose to calm himself down, then continued the process. It took him a while to stand up fully: the sky was already light blue crowned by the golden sun shining into the room. Sam took a couple of minutes to get himself together, eyes closed against the throbbing pain.
Finally, he straightened out and pressing down on his rib, he started limping carefully towards the door. His eyes landed on the mirror in the room, so he shuffled there to take look at his state. He let out a partially relieved sigh at the reflection.
His right side was covered with thick gauze, bandage holding it in place wrapped tightly around his torso, from armpits to hips. His right arm was in a cast to the elbow and from there another big patch of gauze was wrapped around his bicep. He gently touched the bandage and hissed at the stinging he earned with it. He remembered the sight of that injury vividly and swallowed against the nausea rising in his throat. Apart from those injuries, he had a scar on his right cheek, beginning just under his eye and ending at the corner of his mouth. It was clearly visible, but it seemed that it will disappear completely. He noticed a faint bruise at his hairline on his forehead and guessed that he had an injury there, too.
Getting enough of observing himself, he limped out of the bedroom, his hand keeping the pressure on his rib. When he reached the stairs, he hesitated to go on, scared by the number of the steps. He tried to lift his free, injured hand up from the sling to support his balance on the wall, and he finally succeeded with quite amount of pain. Watching out for his injuries, he slowly descended the stairs. He grinned satisfied, when he reached the bottom step and the downstairs' floor, feeling giddy from success. He started shuffling towards the kitchen, hoping to find someone, hopefully Dean, in there and maybe have something to wash down his parched throat.
As he got closer, Dean's voice floated out of the room:
"I don't know… You're sure this works? …" the man sounded concerned and a bit lost. "Okay… Alright, how much? … Don't you think six is a little too much? … But… But, what if…?" Dean sighed in defeat. "Okay, I'll see what I can do… Thanks, bye…"
Sam stood there for a minute, just to process the one-sided conversation he heard. What was Dean planning to do? Did Sam have anything to do with it? Pushing those confusing questions aside, he limped into the room.
"Dean?" he spoke, his voice rough and mouth dry. Dean instantly spun around, eyes wide from surprise.
"Sammy?" he spoke worried and hurried to the boy. "Are you alright? Why aren't you in bed? Why is your arm out of the sling?" As he asked the last question, Dean carefully put Sam's injured arm back to its place. Sam tensed from the pain, but it didn't hurt as much as he expected.
"Wanted t' see you…" Sam croaked out, his words cut off by coughs. Dean quickly fetched a glass of water and helped the boy drink it. Sam swallowed the cool water down eagerly, not stopping until the glass was empty. Dean put the glass down onto the table then wrapped his arms around Sam's waist loosely. The boy leant his forehead on Dean's and nuzzled it slightly, eyes closing from pleasure and peace. He even hummed happily, feeling his lover's arms around him, which caused the man to chuckle softly.
"You're so cute" Dean whispered, pressing a kiss on the smooth skin, next to the scar on the boy's cheek. Sam answered with a shy peck on the other's lips. "How do you feel?" Dean asked, still worried.
"Much better" Sam replied quietly. Seeing Dean's look, though, he raised his voice to a firm tone. "Believe me, I'm much better than I was. Much better than how you found me…" the boy trailed off, shuddering from the memory. Dean carefully pulled him closer, just feeling the warmth of his love's body, the coldness of blood loss still too vivid in his mind.
"What do you say we have some breakfast together?" Dean asked, looking into the beautiful, lively hazel eyes. "In bed, of course."
"Only if you help me get upstairs" Sam answered with a smile, his uninjured hand stroking Dean's arm. The man pulled away slightly and turned him around to lead him to their room, but he was halted by the sudden rigidness of the boy. Turning back, Dean met with deathly pale features drawn into terror, frightened gasps reaching his ears. The hand in his hold started shaking furiously.
"Sammy?" Dean called concerned as he stepped closer, but no answer came. He followed the terrified gaze, which was pinned onto the window. At first Dean didn't understand Sam's reaction, but then his mind processed the greenery outside: the forest! Dean swore inwardly; he forgot about that! He quickly gathered Sam into his arms and guided the boy's head into the crook of his neck, the wide eyes covered by his shoulder, while he caressed the brown locks.
"It's okay, Sammy" Dean whispered, trying to calm the panicking boy. "You're safe, I'll protect you. Shhshshshh, beautiful, you're alright…" As he spoke he carefully lifted Sam into his arms and took him upstairs. He felt tears drip down his neck and Sam's good arm sneak onto his back, fisting his shirt, so he tightened his hold in reassurance. Once he got into the bedroom, he laid Sam onto the mattress and without releasing him or forcing the boy to release his hold, Dean climbed into the bed next to him. He pulled Sam into his arms more comfortably, shushing the boy's distress quietly.
After a few minutes, Sam's sobs died down and the boy pulled his head away to look up at Dean. The man's heart broke at the sight of the tearstained face, eyes reddened and slightly puffy from crying. As he wiped the tears away, he couldn't stop the chuckle at Sam's soft hiccups. In spite of the situation, Sam was really adorable like that.
"'S not f'nny" Sam mumbled with a pout, but Dean saw the small smile hiding in the corner of Sam's lips. He pressed a kiss onto them, rubbing Sam's back in comfort and to help him relax. Minutes flew by them, as they just lay on the bed and enjoyed the other's presence. But their peace was quickly disturbed by the rumble of Sam's stomach. They both laughed at that, but neither one of them wanted to move from the warm cocoon of their embrace.
"Alright" Dean spoke as he reluctantly pulled away from Sam. "I'll make us some food." Catching the sad puppy pout Sam aimed at him, Dean bent down and kissed it away, sucking in the boy's lower lip, drawing out a delicious moan by that. "Be back soon" he mumbled and left the room. Only when he reached the stairs did he really think about the discussion he had on the phone.
Sam felt a bit ashamed by his reaction of seeing the forest – he shuddered at the word – but he knew he went through a trauma, which made him feel better slightly. His only hope was that Dean will help him get through this and everything, so they could have a chance of being together – maybe forever. That thought sounded more and more appealing as Sam thought about it.
Later in the afternoon, Dean made his decision. He was watching over Sam as the boy had a nap, still exhausted from the events and the pain in his body. Sam had already had a nightmare, but Dean had quickly chased that away without waking his beauty up. He couldn't bear to watch his angel suffer like this and he felt helpless, not sure what he could do about it. That was when he remembered the discussion again from that morning. And he decided.
"What's on your mind?" Dean was startled out of his thoughts by Sam's whisper. When he returned to reality, he met curious but worried hazel irises, gazing at him like they were reading his very soul.
"It's nothing" Dean avoided the answer with a smile. "Just some stuff…"
"The bond?" Sam asked. Dean was amazed how well the boy could read him and his emotions.
"Sort of" he replied, still a bit stunned. He saw the frustration in the boy's eyes, but Sam didn't say anything. "Are you thirsty?" Dean changed the subject quickly. Sam let out a sigh then with a nod he released the man. Dean got up and gave him a smile, before he left the room. Getting a glass of water in the kitchen, he composed his thoughts before taking action.
Sam was lying on the bed, his mind on Dean. The man wasn't telling him something. This conversation had gone down between them once, and Sam got the same kind of hazy response. He felt annoyance creep up on him, his 'wanting-to-know-it-all' nature kicking in, but he knew he had to trust Dean to tell him those secrets. Sam was sure the man will confess to him eventually.
"You okay?" came Dean's voice, halting his thoughts. Sam saw the man sitting next to him on the bed, a glass of water on the nightstand. Sam slowly began to push himself up and Dean instantly helped him. Before Sam could lean against the headboard, Dean slipped behind him and pulled the boy into his arms. Sam relaxed at the gesture, a smile appearing on his face as the great feeling of protection overflowed him. "Here" Dean said, holding the glass in front of him. Sam thanked him with a smile and drank all of the water with one breath. Dean took the glass away and on the nightstand, but Sam noticed the shaking of the fingers and the tightening hold around him.
"What's wrong?" he asked, but he got no answer, just a calming kiss on the back of his neck. They sat there for a few minutes, Dean rocking Sam slowly, who enjoyed the tenderness silently, his limbs relaxed.
Suddenly the temperature in the room began climbing, rising steadily from warm to hot. Sam felt drops of sweat dribbling down his temples, as his vision began swimming, eyelids feeling heavy. The soft thrumming of his heart rose in volume until it was pounding on his eardrums. He felt his muscles twitching stronger and stronger, sending his body into convulsions. He started gasping, but with every intake of breath, his heartbeat doubled. It felt like hours have passed, before his eyes finally rolled back and he was swallowed by darkness. All the while the arms wrapped around his torso remained in their places, their hold tight, and the rough cheek brushed against his own.
Dean tensed when he felt the change in the relaxed body in his embrace. Sam's breaths became a little erratic and drops of sweat appeared on the boy's face. Then the boy began trembling, his pulse quick and slightly unsteady at Dean's ear. The man heard it perfectly since he laid his head on Sam's shoulder. The hands lying on his arms started shaking so hard as if the boy was electrocuted. The erratic breathing turned into almost hyperventilating, and the boy's heart pounded faster and faster. Dean's only hope about the whole thing was Sam's silence, which was a good sign so far.
Soon Sam started convulsing, his body hitting against Dean's chest, his head knocking against the man's shoulder. Dean noticed as he turned slightly towards Sam, that the hazel eyes were rolled back but weren't closed.
"Come on, Sammy" Dean breathed, his gaze not leaving the stubborn eyelids. "Don't fight it! Just let yourself go!" After terribly long seconds, Sam's body went limp, his whole weight pressing down on Dean's chest. Dean let himself breathe easier; Sam wasn't screaming from any pain, he fell unconscious without a sound. Dean knew then, despite the slow heartbeat and almost unnoticeable rise and fall of the boy's chest, that the whole process went down perfectly. Sam will be okay after a good restful sleep.
TBC
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