Vrskaandrea: Everybody knows you don't get in between Dean and his Sammy! I never considered for a second about splitting Dean and Dana but if you want sequels, don't worry, this story has sequels and side stories galore!

CHAPTER 48

Dean called Caleb from the car and he was waiting for them when she pulled the car into the space in front of their room. He opened the back door and helped Sam out and into the room. Between the two of them they managed to divest Sam of his jacket and shirts. Dean collected the first aid kit and sat beside Sam on his bed. Caleb has given Sam a large glass of whiskey which Sam had already consumed half of.

"Here." Dean said, holding out two tablets in the palm of her hand. "Take these."

Sam reached over and put them in his mouth, washing them down with the last of the whiskey. He lay his head back against the pillow. Dean spent the next couple of minutes cleaning the bite in Sams neck to give the tablets time to kick in. Sam was beginning to smile sloppily when Dean decided it was time to start stitching.

"This might hurt a little." She warned.

"'Kay." Sam slurred.

"Did you at least get the vamp?" Caleb asked.

"Yep." Dean said concentrating on her work. "Got 'em both."

"There were two?"

"Yeah, don't know if they were working together or just happened to be in the same alley at the same time. Didn't really stop to chat, you know. But two more slices of evil gone from the world, so hurray." Dean said.

When she had finished stitching Sams skin together she strapped his shoulder tightly then collected up all the bloodied clothes and wipes and went into the bathroom to clean up.

•

When she exited the bathroom Sam was curled up in the bed and Caleb was standing over him laughing at something on his phone.

"Hmmmm. Maybe mixing whiskey and morphine wasn't the best idea." Dean said glancing at Sam who was drooling on his pillow. "What are you laughing at?"

"This." Caleb turned his phone around and showed Dean a picture of Sam cuddling a small greyish teddy bear. "Did you know that Sam carries this around and sleeps with it."

Dean looked at Caleb as he pulled the bear from where Sam had it nestled against his chest. Dean angrily snatched it from Caleb and shoved it back in Sams duffle.

"Yes I do know he carries it around with him. It was Jess's and the only thing he could salvage from the apartment. Now delete the picture!" Dean demanded.

"No! He teased me mercilessly about my grandmothers locket so I'm keeping it!"

"He was seven and didn't know any better now delete the picture!" Dean said reaching for the phone.

"No! Alls fair in love and war!" Caleb said holding it out of Deans reach.

Dean stepped back and sighed. 'Time to play dirty...this is for Sam' she thought to herself. She closed her eyes and felt around in her mind a bit. Caleb didn't know but Dean was getting real good at controlling the Dean/Dana switch. Smiling to her self she flicked it and then opened her eyes and looked at Caleb.

"Delete the picture and I'll do that thing you like." Dana said putting her hands in her back pocket and pushing her breasts out toward Caleb.

"Oh, so Dana's come out to play has she?"

"Delete the picture and find out." She said.

"Do that thing I like then I'll delete it." Caleb countered

Dana crossed her arms across her chest and gave Caleb a look that said 'do I look like an idiot?'.

"Fine. I'll delete it when we both are in my room and naked." He offered.

Dana assessed him for a moment.

"Okay deal." She pushed him toward the door.

"Don't forget I have stitched in my leg." He reminded her.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll be gentle."

•

Dean closed the door as quietly as possible as she snuck back into the room.

"D'n? Tha' you?" Sam mumbled from his bed.

"Yeah, Sammy. It's me."

"You j'st gettin' in?"

"Yeah, sorry Sammy, I didn't mean to wake you." She said carefully crossing the room in the darkness.

"D'd ya go out?"

"Just for a little bit. It's okay, I'm back now. You can go back to sleep now." Dean removed her shoes and placed them on the floor.

"Where'd ya go? Were ya safe?" Even drugged up and in pain, Deans safety appeared to be Sams number one priority.

"I was just next door in Caleb's room. I was safe as houses." Dean switched on the bedside lamp and Sam flinched at the sudden brightness, even through his eyelids.

"You Okay? Ya didn't get hurt d'd ya?"

"No Sammy. I'm all good now." She leaned over and checked the skin around the dressing on Sams neck for any signs of redness that might indicate infection and was happy to see it all clear.

"Ya w'nna sleep w'th me? No nightmares."

"No. It's okay buddy. I'm done with the nightmares. You sleep now and let me watch over you." She said flicking the lamp off again.

"'Kay. Love you Dean."

"Love you too little brother."

Dean watched over Sam all night, sleeping occasionally and waking every few hours to check him.

•

Despite the fact her brother was drugged up and suffering from blood loss, Dean was a happy camper, back behind the wheel of her beloved Baby. With Sam stretched out, sleeping across the back seat and Caleb, not being as tall as Sam or Dean usually is, was able to fit comfortably in the front just by sitting on a slight angle, Dean ate up the miles of road to Bobby's. They arrived around supper time and the two wounded warriors climbed the front steps of Bobby's home and up to their rooms while Dean skipped inside to greet the old hunter.

"Hey Bobby!" She said entering his study. "How's it going?"

"Hi Dean. How're the boys out there?"

"Bitten, bloody and stitched back together." Dean said sitting at the desk.

"Great. From what you told me on the phone, sounds like Sams out of action for a bit."

"A week or two, yeah. But you know him. Not much can keep him down. Caleb's stitches should be able to come out in three or four days so he will probably take them out tomorrow, if he isn't doing it already." Dean laughed.

"It's good to see a smile on ya boy." Bobby said. "And I think I've got some news that might keep it there for a bit longer."

"Really?" Dean sat forward expectantly.

"That book I went to pick up. I think it has the answer."

"You're shittin' me? For real?" She asked, not wanting to get her hopes up.

"No I'm not shittin' you. Only thing is, it's written in an ancient language so I had to take it to a professor friend of mine. She specialises in dead languages. She'll translate it into something I can work with. Sanskrit or Enochian or something like that."

"That awesome! That means I can be back to my old self soon!"

"Now hold your horses there Dean. The translation is gonna take some time, but as soon as it's done we'll get you back."

"This is the best news I've had in forever Bobby! Thanks, you rock!" Dean rounded the desk and kissed Bobby on the cheek before running out of the room leaving Bobby sitting at his desk in shock.

•

Everyone knows that Dean gets stir crazy and despite the fact there were a few 'easy' hunts close by, she refused to leave Sam while he was injured. It took Sam threatening to dent the Impala before she agreed to go kill something, even then the hunt had to be within a days drive and quick. Sam pointed out that Dean had left him to hunt with Caleb after he got a bad concussion, to which Dean made some smart arse comment about Sam being a vampires McSammy meal.

By the third week of Sams recovery time, Dean had managed two short hunts, done and dusted in 24 hrs each and an overnighter. Each time, though, checking in constantly with Sam by phone. Dean had warned Sam that she would call and if it went to voice mail then she would call again and if Sam didn't pick up it was straight on to Bobby. Sam didn't want the grief of both Dean and Bobby yelling at him so he made sure his phone was always on him and charged.

Between the hunts Dean began working on an old car in the salvage yard. Caleb would come out and join her when he wasn't off helping another hunter. They would work in companionable silence or friendly banter. Occasionally they would brush up against each other or something would be said that would start Deans 'switch' to wobble but she was getting really good at controlling the 'click' now so nothing more than a little bit of cheeky teasing happened.

Sams neck had healed with a minimum of scarring and his shoulder was almost back to full strength. Sam was sitting at the kitchen table doing some light PT for his injured arm while Dean and Caleb were standing at the kitchen counter making lunch.

"Can you pass me the salt?" Caleb asked as he leaned close to his friend, reaching for the tomatoes she'd been cutting.

Caleb's deep voice caused a shiver to run down Deans spine and set the switch in her head wavering dangerously. She closed her eyes against the delicious feeling that flooded her body before gaining control again.
"God damn it!" She yelled as she threw her knife against the wall and stormed past Caleb and out the door.