Blood Moon

Chapter twenty one

Two days later

Sam had stayed by Dean's side through out the last two days and now sat in the chair next to the bed his head resting in his hand, his eyes shut. Over the soft rumblings of the TV set a soft moan coming from the bed wakes him and he immediately jumps up and stands at his brother's bedside. His face broke into a big smile when Dean opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Hey….welcome back."

"Sam…" Dean started to talk but his thirst made it hard to talk and he reached for the water next to his bed.

Sam picked up the water and held it up for Dean. He took a sip then looked at his brother.

"Sam, do you know what you did?"

"It doesn't matter."

"The hell it doesn't." Dean said angrily. "You should have given me another day."

"Dean you were burning up….in another day you might have died."

"You don't know that for sure. And now you just destroyed any chance there might have been to help you."

"I don't care."

"Well I do."

"Dean…you could have died. I wasn't about to let that happen."

"Damn it Sammy." Dean shook his head sadly. "So what happens now…you still thinking about taking off on me?" He looked back up at his brother.

"I don't know Dean. It might be the best thing for both of us if I just disappeared."

"Look… I don't want you to do anything until we have a chance to talk."

"Okay…we'll talk it over first, but you're not talking me out of it."

"I won't try to… but promise me that you're not going to take off till we talk."

"I promise."

"Okay, then let's get me signed out of here."

Sam knew that Dean should rest another day in the hospital before being released but he also knew the longer they stayed the more chance there was that their fake IDs would be discovered. He went to the nurse's station and filled out the proper paperwork then had Dean sign it and they soon were on their way.

Later on the drive back to Bobby's

"The doctor told me the lab never saw blood work like yours. He asked if I had any idea how you got sick." Sam said glancing over at Dean.

"And I'm sure you told him." Dean smiled.

"Yeah, I told him I got bit by a werewolf and we were using you as a guinea pig to see if your blood could build up an immunity against it." Sam smiled back.

Dean gave a little laugh.

"He'd lock you in a loony bin if you told him that."

Sam laughed then suddenly became serious.

"Dean… I want to thank you for trying. You didn't have to do that."

"Yeah I did." Dean knew he would have done anything to save Sam.

Bobby's

They pulled up at Bobby's and Sam helped Dean, who was still weak, out of the car. Bobby, hearing them pull up, came out to meet them.

"How is he?" He asked Sam.

"He should be fine."

Sam helped Dean into the house and over to a chair. Dean then looked up at Bobby.

"Why did you let him take me in Bobby? It might have worked, we might have saved him."

"It's not Bobby's fault Dean." Sam said speaking before Bobby could answer him. "We could have lost you."

"Or we could have saved you." Dean looked over at Sam. "We'll try it again next month."

"No, I'm not letting you go through that again."

"Sam…." Dean started to protest.

"You almost died Dean. It's my problem, and I'll handle it my way."

"Oh, so you're going to run off and blow your brains out! That's the way you're going to handle it?"

"Yeah, if I have to!"

"Well then you're a damn coward Sam!"

"Coward! Why? Because I don't want you to die trying to save me?"

"No, because…."

Bobby stepped between them.

"Will you two shut the hell up?" Bobby put his hand on Sam's shoulder and pulled him back away from Dean. "I got a little surprise for you boys." He said as he walked into the small kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

Dean and Sam glanced at each other and shrugged their shoulders; neither knew what Bobby was talking about. He took something out of the refrigerator and walked back over to the brothers. He held his hand up and between his thumb and index finger was a glass tube of blood.

"Thought maybe we might be needing this." He said smiling.

"Tell me that's my blood Bobby." Dean said hopefully.

"Yep, it's your blood Dean. I took it from you on my last watch. I looked at it under the microscope last night and it looks like the virus is gone."

"Then it worked!" Dean said smiling.

"We don't know that for sure, but it sure looks good."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Sam asked.

"Because I didn't want to get your hopes up, I wasn't sure if Dean's blood had time to produce enough antibodies to attack the virus."

"How will we know if it does work?" Dean asked.

"Well the bad thing is we'll have to wait till the next full moon when the virus is at its full strength. Then we'll inject it into Sam and see how he reacts. John's theory was that as soon as the antibodies start attacking the virus there should be noticeable improvement almost immediately."

"Another full moon?" Sam looked at Bobby and both Bobby and Dean could see the fear on Sam's face. "Bobby, I don't want to go through that again….I'm scared….I'm scared I'll turn and this time I won't make it back."

TBC