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Sam opened his eyes and then cringed when he felt an uncomfortable pain in his neck from how he had been resting his head against the window. He looked around and felt his heart sink when he didn't see Dean. He made sure he had his gun in the back of his pants before he moved his shirt to cover it and then got out of the Impala, shutting the door behind him.
Well, at least he had an idea where they were. Another motel. He walked inside and was greeted by a young woman at the desk who smiled kindly. "You look a bit lost. Can I help you?"
Sam smiled back and then nodded. "I sure hope so. Is there a…" Sam paused, trying to think of all the aliases his brother might use. "John Plant here by any chance?"
The young woman looked at Sam with a playful smirk. "I'm not sure I can give away that information. Might I see your ID? If you're a relation, I can give you the room number and you can go right up."
He sighed inwardly, wishing he had the same charm his older brother had with women. Dean could just flash them flirty smiles and they melted for him. Sam hadn't inherited that same charming personality. He just nodded and rummaged in his pocket before he pulled out his wallet and pulled out one of his fake driver's licenses that had the same last name as Dean's fake one. "I'm his brother," he replied, as if he needed to verify.
She typed it into the computer and there was a moment when Sam feared that he'd be found out but relaxed when she nodded. "Indeed you are. You can go right up to room 23, Mr. Plant."
He took the extra room key from her and nodded politely before he hurried up the stairs, taking them two at a time, still having no idea where he was. Once he opened the door, he was met with a sawed off shotgun held by his brother.
"Shit, man… you scared the crap out of me," Dean complained, relaxing a bit now before he placed the gun on the kitchen table.
Sam stiffened when he saw the gun but then also relaxed when he put it back down. "You scared me too. Hey, why the hell didn't you wake me up? I thought the apocalypse or something happened when I woke up and didn't see you," Sam walked inside the room and closed and locked the door.
Dean shrugged and then grabbed a beer out of the fridge before throwing one to Sam who caught it instinctively. "Sorry, I thought I'd let you sleep. After the whole ordeal in Topeka and then back at home, I figured you could use the rest."
Sam was relieved to see his bag already in the room. He cracked open the bottle and took a short pull from it. "Well, thanks I guess. You're just lucky that I was able to guess correctly what name you used for the room."
Dean chuckled and took a longer drink from his own beer before he fell back onto the couch in the living area. He pulled out his phone and dialed Bobby's number before he put it on speakerphone so Sam could listen in too.
"This better be important, Dean…" a gruff voice answered after the first ring.
Dean rolled his eyes. "We're here. We're in Nebraska. Tell us where you are and we can help you with the vamps."
There was a muffled yell of pain, but somehow, it reverberated throughout the motel. Sam looked around and then looked back at Dean before the two of them stood up quickly and grabbed the bag with the first aid kit. They left their room but Dean was still talking to Bobby.
"Where are you? We can hear you! You're at the same motel we are!"
Bobby groaned on the other end and Sam felt his heart sink. It was obvious he had been hurt. "Well I'll be damned if that isn't a stroke of luck! I'm in room 27."
Sam and Dean just about ran down the hall to the room and didn't even knock first before they opened the door, quickly closing and locking it behind them before they both stopped in their tracks, seeing Bobby against the wall, looking pale as a sheet and blood trailing down his arms, a bit gash in the main artery. The blood was pooling around him.
"Goddamn it, Bobby! Why didn't you call us sooner? We didn't know you were even here!" Before Bobby could respond, Dean looked at Sam. "Get the first aid kit out and then get over here!"
Sam did as he was told, his heart racing hard against his ribs. When he rushed over with the bag and the first aid kit they always carried, he saw Dean rip off his belt and then tie it around one of his arms. "Sammy, give me another belt," he ordered, making an attempt not to yell at him.
Sam rummaged through the bag and pulled out one of his own belts before he tied it around Bobby's other arm, trying to slow down the bleeding. He then pulled out the needle and thin thread without waiting to be told by his brother and set to work on closing the large gashes. He took a deep breath, feeling triggered beyond belief right now but he tried to focus.
"Sam, can you do this?" Dean asked firmly, looking his brother in the eyes.
Sam nodded surely, ignoring the nausea that was rising up within him. He didn't have a choice; he had to do this or Bobby was going to die. Dean nodded back at him and then grabbed a second needle and thread from Sam before he started to manually stitch up the other arm, so many questions running through both of their minds. It had been one of the only decent and smart things their father had taught them to do: self- stitch up wounds. Growing up it had gone without saying that any hunting related injuries stayed out of the hospital.
Both brothers focused on their task at hand and occasionally looked up at their uncle to make sure he was still breathing and this wasn't for naught. Sam was done first; he looked at his work and was surprised at how clean it looked. He had usually been the one to perform the self-stitching on both of them when it came down to it. Sam had had a lot of practice. He applied a handful of antiseptic on the stitching and then bandaged it before looking over at his brother's handiwork.
"Dean, you need to try and hurry up. Do you want me to do the rest?" He asked, trying to remain calm considering the situation.
Dean glanced back at Sam, fear full in his eyes. "No! Damn it, I can do this!" He yelled in a shaky voice, doing his best to make sure his fingers didn't tremble too badly.
Sam watched him and swallowed hard. It wasn't as clean of a stitch as he had done but the important part was that it closed the skin tightly and the artery had barely been nicked on that arm. He chewed on his nails as he watched his brother, feeling more and more nervous by the second. He waited until Dean had finished his and then passed him the antiseptic and the bandages.
"Now what?" Dean asked his younger brother.
"W-We need to get blood into him. He's lost a lot and even though he stopped bleeding, i-it could've been enough to send him into shock. We need to pump our blood into him, make an IV," Sam instructed.
He dug further into the bag and then pulled out two plastic tubes with a point on the end of each and then handed one to Dean before he tapped Bobby's forearm hard with two fingers and found a bulging vein. He exhaled as he punctured the vein with the sharp point and then injected the other end into himself, taping it there, wincing slightly.
Dean mimicked Sam's actions and soon enough they were both pumping their blood into Bobby Singer. The two boys were silent as they did this, kneeling in front of the older man. Sam could still feel his heart racing but he tried not to give into the panic he felt.
"How do we even know this is going to work, Sam?"
Sam looked over at his brother. "It has to work, Dean. It has to… we'll know if it's working in a few more minutes. Just let me know when you're getting lightheaded, okay?"
Dean nodded, not about to argue with someone who's had more medical experience than himself. The only thing he knew was using the belt as a tourniquet. That was pretty much the beginning and end of his medical expertise, though.
Sam and Dean both sat down and watched their blood pump through the tubing and enter Bobby's body. He could see Dean begin to pale slightly and the color coming back to Bobby. He nudged his brother now, feeling confident about what he had done.
"Dean, look! It's working! It's working… here, carefully take out the tube and slap a bandage on it. You need to get some juice in you and lay down for a bit," Sam instructed.
"Yes, Dr. Winchester…" Dean mocked weakly before he pulled the tube out quickly and then bandaged off the small hole.
"Hey, knock that off until we can get him better. Then you can joke around all you want," Sam replied, sighing as he felt himself becoming weaker.
Dean went into the kitchen part and grabbed the large plastic container of orange juice before he brought it over and took a long drink out of it, trying to replenish himself. He set it down between them and watched as Sam looked back at him. "You okay, man? You're not going to pass out or anything?"
Sam honestly wasn't sure what was going to happen; all he knew was that he needed to get his blood into Bobby and pray there wouldn't be a bad reaction. They were the same blood in their heart, as far as the three of them were concerned but if their blood type actually was a match; that was another issue. "I'm fine… just drink up. His color's coming back so… I think that's a pretty good sign."
"What do we do if something happens?"
Sam shook his head. "It's not going to. We need to stay positive. We can't afford to think like that right now…"
Dean nodded and then a small smirk reached the corner of his lips. "This is a first, you acting like the big brother and stepping up and taking charge. I like it…"
Sam smiled softly, feeling his heart swell at his older brother's approval and pride. "Yeah, not sure if you should get used to it though. I didn't have much of a choice when you don't know how to stitch up wounds or make a makeshift IV into someone's arm."
Dean took another swig of juice and chuckled. "Excuse me, Nurse Samuel. I'm sorry I can't just take a needle and thread and sew someone's artery back together like sewing on a button. Surgery is not my area of expertise. Kicking demons' asses and vanquishing spirits is my forte."
Sam chuckled too and then looked back at Bobby who looked halfway normal again. His color had come back to his skin and lips and he groaned slightly.
"I really hope it's you two idjits and I'm not trapped with the vamps…"
"Relax, Bobby. It's just us. I'm surprised you were able to even call us when you did. You'd be dead if you hadn't picked up that phone…" Dean spoke, passing the juice off to Sam after he separated the tube from both himself and from Bobby.
Sam bandaged the spot. "Take it easy. Tell us what happened…"
Bobby sighed and looked around his room, as if he was taking it in for the first time or perhaps he even forgot where he was. He sat up, groaning in pain and looked between both brothers. "I found their hideout spot. They have a little girl, and I booked it the hell out of there as fast as I could once I saw she was still alive. I didn't think they sensed me but when I got here, they were already waiting for me. Two of them jumped me, and I tried to fight back. I threw silver at them and it deterred them for a bit, but then they clawed both my arms open. I thought for sure they were going to suck me dry right then and there."
Sam looked over at Dean. "It was a warning," he said surely now. When Dean nodded in affirmation, he continued. "We need to get that little girl back from them."
"What do you suggest, Lestat? We can just go walking in there with weapons but we can't exactly blend in either. We'll all get killed if we go in firing…"
Bobby reached across Sam and grabbed the orange juice. He took a long, thirsty drink from the container before setting it back down. "They do their hunting at night. If we can just get one alone, maybe we can work out our plan from there to help free the girl."
Sam looked at Dean who nodded in agreement but his eyes were laced with apprehension. He felt nervousness in the pit of his own stomach. The three of them were quiet as they all tried to think a plan through.
"What if we stalked one of them around town and see where they go? Then we can corner it and make it tell us something useful," Dean suggested.
"All three of us? I think at least one of us should stay at the hideout and be there to protect the girl," Sam put in.
Dean gave him a sarcastic look and nodded, tonguing his cheek. "Yeah, that's a great idea, Sam. What you're suggesting is suicide! I get that you're battling your own demons right now, man, but now isn't the time to be a martyr!"
Sam couldn't help but feel a tinge of hurt at his brother's remark. He swallowed hard and gave him a hard look. "I'm not trying to be a martyr, Dean! I'm just trying to keep that little girl in there alive!"
His brother looked at him with anger in his eyes. "You won't be doing her any good by getting murdered by a pack of vamps! You're good but you're good enough to handle nine vamps by yourself! Don't try to kid yourself, Sam!"
Sam would've jumped across and tackled his brother if Bobby hadn't shoved the both of them away from each other. He looked at the two of them in disbelief. "Are you two kidding me right now? Since when did you two start ripping each other apart instead of working together as a team? What the hell is wrong with you boys?"
Hearing Bobby yell and be his normal self brought both brothers back to the gravity of the situation. Sam caught a look Dean shot his way but he tried not to retaliate. He swallowed back his anger but was determined to do anything he could to help the girl. He looked at Bobby.
"You better let me stay behind to protect that girl because I'll never forgive either of you if they decided to suck her blood and rip her apart," he growled, trying not to yell and keep his head at the same time.
Bobby looked over at Dean. "It's just one vamp. Do you think you can handle it by yourself, Dean? I'll stay behind with Sam."
Dean nodded and shrugged. "Sounds like a plan. Looks like I'm stalking me a vampire. I'm going to go get the gear."
Sam waited until he saw his brother disappear from sight as he walked back to their room before he looked back at Bobby. "You sure you're going to up for fighting the vamps today? Look at you, Bobby. We had to sew up both your arms. Are you even going to be able to hold a gun up?"
His uncle shot him a cold look. "You best be careful the next words that come out of your mouth, boy," he warned. "I'll be just fine. I'm only backup for you in case they attack the girl. The goal is to try and wait until Dean comes back with information after he tortures the solo vampire. I don't want you even thinking about going out there as long as they don't touch her, Sam. Do you understand me?"
Sam sighed but nodded, knowing it was useless to argue with Bobby. Even when he was injured, the man was still strong enough to overpower him. He finished up the orange juice and cleaned up the mess they had all left behind. The last thing they needed was housekeeping coming into this room and seeing a bloody mess. He helped Bobby stand and then helped get some water into him. About fifteen minutes later, Dean had arrived with the bag of weapons.
"Are we ready?" He asked, setting the bag down and looking between the two of them.
Sam looked at Bobby before nodding once. "Let's go save that girl." He grabbed the bag and started to carry it out of the room, followed by his brother and uncle. They all got into the Impala and let Bobby lead them towards the vampire hideout, anxiety and nervousness radiating throughout Sam the entire way.
