Here's my latest chapter. I might finish up with this one instead of two more chappies because I have been hit with inspiration for my next story already! I won't let that interfere with the quality of the ending of this one though, so it might still have another chappie! And again, thank you, Sarah, my awesome beta. (I'm planning on emailing you with my idea in case you'd like to co-write it with me!) Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers!

The Blood Harvest Ch.6

"Crap, Sam, I just realized something!" Ian exclaimed, as they were nearing the center of town.

"What?" he replied, raising his eyes from Dean, who was mumbling incoherently from his position between them.

"We can't take him to the hospital."

"What? Why the hell not?" Sam asked angrily.

"Because, by now the sheriff will have discovered we found him, and will have everyone on the lookout for us, and where would be the first place he'd have them look?" Ian asked.

"The hospital." Sam answered, realization dawning on his face.

"Exactly, so if we go there, not only will Dean die, but you might too." Ian said.

"Man this is one fucked up town!" Sam said loudly, hitting the dash in front of him with his fist, jostling Dean in the process, who let out a small whimper.

"Sorry, bro," Sam said softly, and then replied, "Then we'll just have to take him somewhere else."

"Okay, I'm game." Ian replied, then, arching an eyebrow, turned to look briefly at Sam and asked, "Where? There's not another town for miles."

"There's gotta be one doctor's office in this god-forsaken place that has some morals left." Sam said.

"Nope, there's only one doctor's office in town, and the doc is one of the sheriff's closest pals." Ian stated.

"Oh, you must mean the one near the Inn." Sam remarked, and then his eyes lit up, "Hey, Becky works there! If we can't get a doctor, we'll just have to settle for a nurse!" he exclaimed.

"I don't know if that's such a great idea, Sam." Ian replied dubiously. "She is a nurse, but she's always struck me as being, I don't know, for lack of a better word, flakey."

"So you have a better idea then?" Sam asked, and when Ian didn't reply, he added, "I didn't think so. She's better than nothing, so go, now!"

They continued and shortly were pulling up in front of the woman's house.

"I'll go to the door first, and give her a heads up about what's coming." Ian said, jumping from the car, and running to the door.

Easing Dean carefully from the car, Sam muttered to his brother, "I hope you laid the charm on thick to her." and carried him slowly up the walkway.

Ian knocked twice before a very grumpy, but still sexy even in her disarrayed state, Becky opened the door. "Ian? Why are you beating on my door at three something in the morning?" she asked angrily.

"Well, I need your help." he replied after a moment.

"Oh. So the old fiancé isn't up to par anymore, huh?" she asked, giving him a knowing smile. "Normally I would invite you in, Ian, but it's too late, so come back tomorrow and we'll discuss your problem then." she said, and started to close the door.

"No! Wait!" he exclaimed, his face turning red with embarrassment. "That's not what the problem is! My fiancé is far more than up to par. It's not me who needs your help anyway, it's my friend, and actually I think he's a mutual friend."

"A mutual friend? What are you talking about Ian? It's really late and I have work tomorrow, so I don't really feel like playing some childish game of "Will you sleep with my friend?" Okay?" she said crossly, then looking at something behind him, her eyes widened as she put her hand to her mouth, gasping in shock.

"Oh my god." she said, seeing Sam carrying his blood covered brother. "What happened to him?"

"Hey, Becky, long time no see." Sam said, giving her his best attempt at a smile.

"He's been stabbed, Becky." Ian answered.

"Why did you bring him here? You can't bring him here! Take him to the hospital." she said vehemently.

"We can't take him there." Sam said.

"Why not?" she asked suspiciously.

"Because that's the first place Sheriff Martin will look." Ian answered matter-of-factly.

"The police are after him? Well, take him somewhere else! I'm not having any part in someone running from the law." she said, shaking her head slowly.

"It's not like that!" Sam exclaimed. "The sheriff is the one who did this to him, not directly, but he caused it."

"What?"

"He had the Reverend do it, Becky." Ian explained. "He's going to let him kill Jeff tomorrow, and Dean was trying to help him, and this happened."

"The Reverend isn't real, Ian. You know that. It's just a legend." she replied.

"He is real, and he's the one responsible for all the children who've been murdered lately, and the sheriff didn't want Dean and Sam interfering so he did this." Ian argued.

"You mean to tell me that the sheriff knowingly let someone or something kill children, and did nothing to stop it? He's going to let it kill his own son?" she asked unbelievingly.

"All the parents are in on it, Becky. You've seen them around town, I know. Haven't you noticed how they don't even seem the least bit upset?"

Sam, who had been patiently listening to them, finally spoke up, "Please, let us come in. I'm about to drop him!"

"Well, okay. But I'm only a nurse, you should let me call the doctor." she said, stepping back to allow them entrance to her house.

"No!" Sam said, stopping mid-step, and looking at her. "He's the sheriff's best friend; he'll call him first thing!"

"This is crazy." she stated, then added, "Alright then. You can take him to my bedroom. It's the last door on the left." she hurried away, disappearing into the bathroom.

Sam had just carefully placed Dean on her bed when she reappeared beside him carrying a doctor's bag.

"What's a nurse doing with a doctor's bag?" Sam asked.

"This nurse doesn't plan always on staying a nurse. I've just started going back to take classes to be a doctor, so I went ahead and bought a bag. It's always best to plan ahead of time, you know?" she replied, turning on the light in the bedroom so she could see what she was doing.

She was shocked by Dean's appearance even more when she saw him clearly in the light.

Wide-awake, he was staring at the ceiling with glassy eyes, his hair plastered to his forehead as he shook all over. He was a pitiful sight, and she found it hard to believe he was the same man from this morning.

"Um, first we have to get his coat and shirt off of him so I can see his wound." she stated, and Sam and Ian commenced to taking them off, which proved to be a difficult task with him struggling against them every step of the way.

Finally, they had his upper body unclothed and she, after removing the blood soaked bandages, saw the ugly gash in his abdomen.

"I'm going to have to check and see if any major organs were damaged, so you're going to have to hold him down." she instructed, pulling on a pair of latex examination gloves.

They each took a side and braced themselves for what was sure to be an unpleasant task.

Before starting, she put a hand out to caress his cheek, then after kissing him on the forehead, said, "I'm sorry I have to hurt you more, but it'll only be for a minute, I promise."

He was having a moment of clarity it seemed, because he actually nodded his head, and smiled a little at her.

Then, with a sigh, she put her fingers inside the wound and probed around to see how bad it was.

Dean screamed and thrashed, "Arghhhhhh! Stop!"

But the two other men kept a tight grip on him while she worked, and Sam murmured soothing, encouraging words to him until she finished.

"Well, somehow they managed to miss anything vital." she announced, and Sam breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, he'll be alright?"

"Honestly, I don't know, but if it isn't too badly infected, which it doesn't appear to be, then odds are in his favor." she answered hesitantly. "I'll just sew him up and then we'll have to keep watch on him for a while."

"Thanks for helping him, Becky." Sam said solemnly. "I don't know what I'd do without my brother."

"You're both quite welcome, I'm just glad nothing vital was hit, because I'd have been at a loss as to what to do for him." she said with a small smile.

"I've died and gone to heaven." Dean said in a raspy voice, several hours later, when he awoke to find Becky and Ian's fiancé, Mandy, sitting on either side of the bed he was laying on, and then when Sam appeared out of nowhere, a huge grin on his face, he groaned and added jokingly, "Maybe not."

"Well, sleeping ugly decides to awaken." Sam remarked happily.

"Where am I?" Dean asked.

"You are at Nurse Becky's house, in Nurse Becky's bed." Sam replied, lowering his voice so she wouldn't hear him, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

"Wow, was it good for her? Because I don't remember shit." Dean whispered after a moments silence, chuckling softly, and then wincing at the pain doing so caused.

"Ow. Remind me not to do that again." he said, when he could actually speak again. "So, I see you finally came to my rescue, Sammy." he added.

"Yeah, sorry I took so long, but your running off without leaving a note or anything didn't help matters any." Sam chastised.

"You know me, always leaping before I look." Dean replied with a sigh.

"Never do that again." Sam said, grabbing his hand and squeezing it, while giving him a serious look. "I mean it."

"I won't. Scout's honor. I didn't much enjoy getting gutted by the Reverend guy."

"You weren't a boy scout, Dean." Sam said after a pause.

"Details, details," Dean replied, rolling his eyes. "You get what I mean though."

"Yeah, I do." Sam said, smiling affectionately at him, and hugging him quickly.

"Sooo, I take it I'm going to live." Dean said, slightly embarrassed by Sam's actions, after his brother let him go. "Though, I gotta say, I still hurt like a bitch."

"Yep, you'll live thanks to the careful nursing and medicine provided by the one day doctor Becky." Sam replied.

"No need to thank me. It was my pleasure." she replied, popping up at Sam's side. "And, you really shouldn't thank me yet, it's a bit infected and you could still die from that." she stated matter-of-factly. "You could also have died from blood loss, but thankfully, Mandy here shares your type and donated to the cause."

"Talk about a downer." Dean said, with a frown. "Could you maybe just stand there and not talk?" he asked hopefully.

"Just stating the facts, young man." she said, then added, "But if you do live, you can be sure I'll expect some form of thanks." and smiling coyly, walked away, swaying her hips.

"I wanna live!" Dean said loudly, and then let his gaze settle on Mandy, who was looking at him with an amused expression. "Well, hello there, Mandy." he said, giving her a smile. "I think I owe you some form of thanks also." He winked.

"I think I liked you better when you were unconscious." she said in reply, rolling her eyes. "And no thanks, my fiancé, Ian, provides all the forms of anything I might need."

"Oops, my bad, man." Dean said, trying his best to look ashamed of himself.

"Hey, not a problem, who knows, maybe we can work out a temporary exchange of women." Ian replied jokingly, and then automatically ducked to avoid the punch he knew was coming from Mandy.

"That's it; I'm marrying Sam, not you. What do you say?" she asked, smiling brightly at the younger Winchester, who blushed at her words.

"Just tell me when and where, and you better believe I'll be there." he finally replied. This caused him to have to duck away from a punch aimed at his arm from Ian.

"Hey!" Dean exclaimed suddenly. "Where's Jeff?" he asked.

"Um… well..." Sam started hesitantly, apparently not wanting to tell his brother the truth. "You see, hedidn'tcomewithus." he finally replied, stringing all the words together.

"What?" Dean yelled. "He's not here?"

"No." Sam answered with a grim expression. "He didn't want to come because he said the sheriff would kill me and you both if he did."

"And you left him? What the hell! You can't overpower a kid? You should have made him come!"

"You shouldn't be getting so upset, Dean." Sam said, lowering his eyes from his brother's glare.

"I shouldn't be…" Dean started angrily. "You think I went running off to save him, just to let you leave him behind? I promised nothing would happen to him!"

"Well, excuse-a-fucking-me for caring more about the welfare of my dying brother than some kid I don't even know!" Sam retorted.

"Fine! I'm going back to get him!" Dean said, starting to get up.

"Oh no you don't." Ian said, putting a restraining hand on his chest. "You're not in the shape to be going anywhere my friend."

"I'm fine. See, all patched up, now get your hands off of me! "Dean argued, pointing at his now bandaged wound.

"You are not fine." Becky said, drawn back to the room because of the yelling. "You have a fever and I need to keep an eye on you in case it elevates any more."

"I said I feel fine!" he retorted, but honestly he didn't. He noticed the room seemed to have gotten uncomfortably warm, to the point that he was starting to sweat. Not to mention his stomach was starting to steadily throb again since the pain medication he'd been given was wearing off.

"Dean, please calm down, and listen to me for a damn minute!" Sam yelled loudly, and smiled when Dean looked at him in surprise.

"Now, since I have your attention. I am going after Jeff. It was predetermined before we left him, that we'd come back when we got you taken care of."

"You can't face that thing alone." Dean stated, laying his head back on the pillow to try and calm the nausea he was now feeling.

"Who said he was going alone?" Ian chimed in.

"Great, Sammy has Barney Fife going with him. Now I can stop worrying." Dean said sarcastically.

"Hey! I don't look anything like Barney Fife!" Ian exclaimed, looking outraged by the comparison. "Do I?" he asked Mandy, who quickly kissed his cheek and replied, "No way baby. You haven't seen theday you look as sexy asBarney." but added, "Kidding, just kidding. No resemblance at all, you sexy beast."

"So, what's the plan?" Dean asked.

"How about you let us worry about that." Sam answered, taking in the fact his brother was now fighting to remain awake. "While you get some rest."

Becky had placed a hand on Dean's forehead and was now frowning. "Well, I'd hoped he wouldn't get hit by this, but I guess you don't always get what you wish for."

"Will he be alright?"

"Yes, I'm sure he will. I just have to keep feeding him antibiotics until this passes." she replied. "And he needs to rest, so that means everybody out."

"Even me?" Sam asked.

"Especially you. I know you're his brother and all, but we need to keep him calm, and you two going at it like cats and dogs just doesn't accomplish much in that area." she answered.

"Well...If you think it's for the best…" Sam said reluctantly.

"He'll be fine. He's in the caring hands of myself and Mandy. If you don't mind helping me with him." she directed at the other woman.

"Not at all." she replied, and Sam and Ian were unceremoniously pushed out of the door.

"Sam." Dean said as they were closing the door.

"Yeah?" he asked, stopping to poke his head back into the room.

"Be careful."

"Always." Sam said adding cockily, "This is me we're talking about, not you."

Dean chuckled, and Mandy put her hand on Sam, shoving him out and closing the door.

"It's almost dawn." Ian remarked when he walked into the den.

"I know. We need to be getting out to the lake soon." Sam said.

"Think we can stop this thing?"

"Sure, shouldn't be that hard." Sam replied, eluding more confidence than he felt." All we have to do is make sure it doesn't kill the boy today. No seventh sacrifice by the end of the day, no more deal. And our good Reverend goes back to hell where he belongs, simple as that."

"Yeah… that sounds real simple." Ian said with a half-hearted smile. "Real simple."

TBC

Yay! One down, one more to go! The big finale comes next!