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Chapter 28
"Sammy, please breathe come on. Don't do this to me now!" Dean blew two breaths into his brother's blue tinged lips. He placed a couple fingers to his brother's neck to make sure the weak pulse was still there. "Sam!" Dean blew two more breaths into his brother.
Sam remained unresponsive. His pulse was still beating but it was getting harder and harder to find each time Dean felt for it. He couldn't help but think that this time Sam wasn't going to come back, he had already cheated death four more times then most people had. Maybe this was just one time too many.
"Damn it, Sammy." Dean sat back on his heels and stared at his brother's unmoving body. He knew it was a long shot that Sam could even hear him anymore but he needed to get these words off his chest. "Sammy, please. Please, please, please don't do this. Please." He was disgusted with how broken he sounded, how he was pleading with his dying brother not to leave him.
Dean laid his head down on his brother's chest listening to the slow heartbeat inside his brother. It seemed to slow even as Dean listened to it. His heart sunk in despair, as he had to strain his ears to hear the soft pounding of his brother's heart.
Thump…thump…thump…thump…then all was still. Nothing made a noise in the night, the air was completely still. The shallow shaking sobs of Dean's breathing broke the silence. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks and onto his brother's shirt dampening it with every drop. How could this have happened? How could he have lost his baby brother?
"You are such a chick sometimes, Dean." Sam croaked lifting a heavy arm to place his hand on Dean's back reassuringly.
Dean jerked and spun to look his brother in the face. Sam's shaky smile greeted him, along with glassy eyes. "Sam!" Dean grabbed Sam into a tight very unmanly hug. He gripped his brother tightly against his body, relishing in how alive his brother felt.
Warm blood still soaked through Sam's clothes and was covering Dean as well but he didn't care. Right now he had to feel close to his brother. To make sure this wasn't just some cold trick played by some part of his mind. "Sammy, oh Sam. I thought I lost you."
"It was mom, Dean." Sam said pulling against his brother's hold and looking into Dean's questioning eyes. "She was the black dog."
"What? How could Mom be the black dog? Why would Mom try to get you killed?" Dean asked searching his brother's eyes desperately for the answer.
"No, she wasn't trying to get me killed Dean. She was trying to warn me." Sam said his vision starting to swim as the blood loss increased. "Dean, can we go back to the motel. I don't feel so good."
"Yeah, Sammy. Let's go." Dean said gently picking Sam back up and holding his brother tightly in his strong arms. Sam's head rested against Dean's shoulder resting against the strong muscles and warm flesh. His body trembled slightly.
"Hang on, Sam. We are almost there." Dean whispered softly.
"Dean, I'm not going anywhere." Sam whispered back letting his eyes close. He was so damn tired. He let his body drift off into sleep as Dean trampled through the underbrush and to the impala.
"Come on Sam, nap time's over." Dean said gently placing a cool cloth on Sam's forehead. He had managed to get Sam back to the motel and attended his wounds. They were deep, but Dr. Dean Winchester had tended to them. They weren't bad enough to have to go to the hospital.
His brother had passed out in his arms on the way back to the impala, and hadn't woken while Dean had worked on him. Dean was silently grateful for that. Alcohol stung like hell when disinfecting open wounds, he knew that from experience. He had stitched Sam up and dressed the wounds as best as possible.
He had to keep an eye on Sam, to make sure he didn't get an infection. He wasn't going to take any chances. Sam's eyes peered at him from half open lids, he blinked heavily a few times before closing them again.
"I'm so tired, Dean." Sam muttered sluggishly.
Dean lifted Sam's eyelids and checked his brother's eyes. His brother pulled away and opened one eye to look at him lazily.
"Don't just let me sleep."
"Ok, Sam." Dean relented. He watched as Sam drifted back into sleep before settling on his own bed. He might as well watch some TV to pass the time it was going to be a long night.
Dean liked it quiet when he slept, and someone was laughing loudly. Too loudly. He opened his eyes to see who in the hell was being so damn rude! The dumb TV, son of a bitch he had fallen asleep while on vigil with Sam. He turned to his sleeping brother and watched as Sam's chest rose and fell evenly.
He glanced at his brother's face and leapt off his bed. His brother's face was covered in a fine layer of sweat. He touched his brother's forehead lightly but didn't need to, he could feel the heat radiating from his brother's body. 'Damn!' Dean pulled back on the bed sheets. He had to check Sam's wound to see if that was the source of the fever.
He gently lifted his brother's shirt and felt his stomach clench uncomfortably. "Oh, shit!"
