Chapter 21-Heroes

Sam left where he had been hiding out, much to Martin's protests. The truth was, Martin was trying to save Harry, not Sam. He was trying to lead him away from Harmony, West Virginia, away from the only cure to Harry. But Sam wasn't willing to listen. Instead, he headed towards a motel room and began to patch up his arms. They weren't bleeding, but he had to stop himself from getting anymore infections.

He laid down on the bed, feeling completely drained and useless. He wanted to stand up and go to the phone. He wanted to call Dean or Tom or even John and tell them where he was so that he could ask them to come get him. All he wanted was to go home. Home sweet home.

That's when there was a banging at the door.

Sam had luckily had salted the doors, but someone was trying to get in. Whoever it was couldn't push the door open even with the lock picked.

"Sam!" Martin yelled as he slammed his fists against the door. "Open the fuckin' door! It'll be easier on you in the long run!" He yelled. Sam stared at the door, knowing that as long as the salt lines were in place, Martin couldn't get in. But if he kept hitting the door, the salt lines wouldn't last very long. Sam dived towards the phone and dialed the only number that he had memorized.

"Willis." Bobby said as he picked up the FBI phone and put it against his ear. No one was paying attention to his conversation.

"Bobby!" Sam yelled. "Help!" He added. Bobby's eyes opened wide and he snapped his fingers to make everyone shut up.

"Where are you?" Bobby asked. Dean turned his attention to Bobby.

"The Sleep-Inn Motel." Sam said. "I escaped Martin, but he's trying to bust my door down. I need help please."

"Do you know what state this Motel's in?" Bobby asked. Sam went to the writing desk and pulled out a drawer that he knew should have a pad of paper in it. He pulled it off and read the location.

"It's in South Dakota." Sam said. "Um…" He struggled to read the tiny print. "Rapid City. Bobby, please help me." Sam begged. He wasn't exactly weak, but right now, he was tired, he didn't feel good, and he had some crazy guy pounding down the door of the room he was in. All he wanted to do was go home.

"Don't worry Sam. Someone will be there for you in a moment." Bobby said. "Just hold tight kid."

"Okay Bobby." Sam said. Bobby hung up the phone and motioned for John.

"Sam's at a motel in Rapid City." He said. "Martin's after him and he needs help right now." John nodded his head.

"I'll go." He said. Dean was about to say something, but John stopped him before he could. "No, you can't go." He said. "It's too dangerous. I'll bring Sam right back here once I find him. I promise. You go get Tom. He deserves to see him." John said. With that, he was gone. Dean walked to the stairs, then quickly ran. He pushed open the door to the room he assumed Tom to be in and shook him awake.

"What?" Tom snapped at him.

"We found Sam." Dean said. Tom set up with wide eyes and stared at him.

"This better not be a joke." Tom growled. "Because I swear if it is, some hell hound is going to be using your boys as a chew toy."

"It's not a joke." Dean said, pulling on Tom's arm. Tom got off of the bed and ran downstairs behind Dean. At that moment, the papers in Bobby's house started to blow around as John appeared with Sam in his arms. Sam's bloody arms were wrapped around his neck and he was passed out, his head resting against John's chest.

"Sam!" Tom yelled. He ran forward, but John back away from him. "John, what are you doing?" He asked.

"I can't put him down." John said. "Bobby, I need you to get me bandages and other medical supplies." John said. Bobby rushed into where he kept his first aid kit. Drusilla went forward, since she was a trained EMT. She was working to become a paramedic, but she had spent enough time on the battlefield to know how to treat wounds. Bobby had picked up a few things from Doctor Joe Tallarico when they were with Sam at that hospital in Lawrence, so he was ready for quite a few things. But when John put his son down onto a bed like how Bobby instructed, both him and Drusilla were shocked by what they saw. John's shirt was stained red and there were slashes on Sam's side.

"What the hell happened?" Bobby asked as him and Drusilla went to work. The slashes weren't very deep or wide, and there weren't many of them, but they still looked like they hurt.

"When I got there, someone finally moved the salt and burst in. He got both Sam and me with this knife, but I healed. Sam on the other hand, wasn't as lucky." John said. Dean watched as Bobby wiped the blood off of Sam's skin and Drusilla set about stitching him up. Tom was pacing, looking as mad as hell. Dean noticed.

"Tom." He said. Tom looked over at him before focusing on the rut he was making in the floor.

"Happy fuckin' Valentine's Day." Tom said. "This is why I don't celebrate it. It's a fuckin' cursed holiday that Hallmark created to make more money than they were getting on Christmas cards. Everything bad always happens on Valentines Day." He said. Dean looked over at Sam, about how much pain he had been through just for the sake of the family. That's when he realized that Tom did have a point. That Valentines Day was just a stupid holiday.

"Don't worry." Dean said. "This Valentines Day is going to be different. We're going to get rid of Harry and Martin. We're going to save Sam from them. I promise." But for once, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to protect his little brother the way he promised.

At least they got Sam back. Now they have to get rid of Harry by Valentines Day or else he comes out to play. Please review!