Chapter Sixteen
Grace gently bathed Nicki's head with warm water as they waited for Doctor Jones to see to Dean. They were sat in her kitchen, Nicki enjoying a hot cup of coffee, her first in too long. Her time here had seemed so rushed, she'd barely had time to say hello to her Aunt before all hell had broken loose and she'd got herself kidnapped by, wait for it, here's the punch line, you're not going to believe this people, vampires. That's right, you heard it here, they do exist and they are out there and I beheaded me a few of the bloodsucking fuckers.
What a strange week.
Sam helped Dean to sit up and the Doctor carefully palpated his ribs , then slowly moved his hands to his stomach and carefully probed the area. Satisfied that only the two ribs were broken and his abdomen wasn't ridged or too tender he wrapped gauze tightly around the young man in his care.
Doctor Jones was an elderly man but one who refused to give in and retire, with grey hair and a small moustache. He stood a little over 5'10'', although he had a slight stoop that sent him back down to 5'7''. He loved these towns and these people too much to stop offering his care to the community. They were his friends, his family, and any friend of the family was a friend to him. Grace had said these two were in need of help and her kind words and the way she fussed over them told him all he needed to know.
Grace was one hell of a good judge of character.
"Ok, young man, lets lie you back down and check that thigh of yours"
Dean couldn't suppress the groan as Sam and the kind Doctor helped ease him back down to the comfort of the bed.
"Easy bro"
Sam fussed with the pillow for a second before he caught the stern looks of both his brother and the Doctor.
"They'll be plenty of time to fuss young man, lets get him cleaned up first"
Doctor Jones pulled back the cover and peeled back the pressure bandage he'd placed over the gash in Dean's thigh. Satisfied that the bleeding had slowed considerably, he poured antiseptic onto another piece of gauze, pausing long enough for Sam to hold onto Dean's shoulders, and cleaned the wound, impressed with the restraint the young man had against the need to buck and roll away from the source of pain as a persons body was want to do.
"Easy there fella, just a bit more"
Dean rolled his head toward Sam's chest and buried his face in his brothers warm body. He let the withheld cry escape , muffled but clearly letting his pain known to the two men attempting to help him.
"It's ok Dean. Shhh, it's ok brother"
Sam soothed as he held on tighter, the exhaustion Dean no doubt felt causing his will to fail and his body attempt to roll away from the Doctor.
"Ok, that's done, there doesn't seem to be any sign of nerve damage, he's going to need stitches though but seeing as he's not showing any signs of a severe concussion I'll give him a mild local anaesthetic before I start."
Sam nodded and turned back to Dean, pulling him gently away from his body.
He smiled reassuringly and watched as Dean tried to rally himself, only to give up when he looked into his brother's eyes.
"Is it over yet?"
"Soon Dean"
"I just want this to be over"
"Not long brother"
Sam wasn't sure that Dean was talking just about the patching up the Doctor was doing, or maybe something more.
Doctor Jones worked quickly, once the anaesthetic took hold he stitched with precision and skill, making short work of the deep gash. Adding a generous amount of antibiotic cream he lifted Dean's leg, balancing it in his lap, and wound a bandage around the limb.
He watched as Sam continued to talk to his brother, Dean was still awake but barely so, his exhaustion from the ordeal and the drug in his system beginning to take over his body, his eyes mere slits as he forced himself to concentrate on the words being spoken.
"You know Nicki drives an old Mustang"
"Yeah she said, she likes Metallica too"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, just don't ask for her opinion on 'St Anger', that's one chick you don't want on a rant"
"Think that Nicki likes you"
"Yeah? Don't blame her"
The Doctor smiled at the exchange.
"Ok young man. I've only your wrists to see too, although they are quite a mess"
"Barbwire"
"What?" Sam and the Doctor asked simultaneously.
"Drifters. Used barbwire"
"What is this world coming to?"
As the Doctor took more supplies from his bag Sam leaned in closer to Dean.
"Who did that to you?"
"The vamp that lost her head in the cell"
"Guess I've already got my revenge then"
"They were waiting for Kate"
"I know, hopefully she's the last left though"
"And now we've killed her family, again"
"Ok young man" The Doctor placed more gauze and tape on the bed next to Dean's hip.
"While you take a little nap, I'll see to these gashes. How's that sound?"
"Perfect Doc, thanks"
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Sam made his way into the kitchen while the Doctor finished treating his sleeping brother's wounds. The smell of coffee had quickened his step and he almost walked into Grace as she held a mug up for him.
"Thought you might be needing one of these"
"You're a life saver"
"From what I hear it's you who's the life saver honey"
"How's Dean" asked Nicki as Sam took a seat opposite her.
"He's pretty banged up, lost a bit of blood, but the Doc says he'll be just fine with plenty of rest and fussing from Grace"
Grace laughed as she poured herself another coffee.
"That Doctor gets called here so often, with the families and people I take in there's always a few sicknesses or untreated wounds that need attention. I just can't help it, I'm addicted to those strays"
"We won't stay too long Grace"
"No? Why ever not"
"We have to get back out on the road once Dean's able, we have somewhere we need to be"
Although Sam felt bad for lying to the kind woman and Nicki he couldn't tell them that the real reason for moving on was the fact that a who-knew-how-many-hundred year old vampire had their scent and would soon come a-knocking for some good old fashioned revenge. He figured they had three days at the most. From what he had heard back at the warehouse, Kate was due back by the end of the week.
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I know it's short but theres more on the way!
Take him out of his Levi's and you guys want him out of his boxers! Poor boy's gonna be all nikkid soon if you get your way
wait.
thats not a bad idea
maybe we'll get Sammy nikkid too. mmmmm?