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The Sacrifice
Chapter six
Two hours later Dean slowly got out of the car in front of the motel and stumbled over to the door. He quietly crept into the motel room and sat on the bed. He took a few deep breaths and shut his eyes waiting for the pain to subside. He looked over at Sam who was still sleeping soundly and was glad to see that his brother had finally gotten some much needed rest. He painfully got up and walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on, quietly shutting the door behind him. He looked into the mirror and winced. The men had really worked him over this time. There would be no hiding his new bruises from his brother, but at least he could wash off the blood. He removed his clothes and stepped into the shower. Large black and blue bruises covered his ribs and stomach. When he was finished he wrapped a towel around himself and stepped out of the shower only to find Sam standing in the doorway with a glass of water taking two of his pills.
"I thought you said you weren't going out?" Sam said as Dean turned around to face him. Sam's eyes widened and he frowned with worry when he saw the bruises covering his brother's body. "What the hell happened to you?" Sam reached out toward Dean. "You okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You don't look fine. You went back to that bar didn't you? Damn it Dean I told you not to go alone."
"I wanted to find that girl." Dean said as he slowly and painfully walked into the bedroom.
"And did you?"
"Yeah….Something's going on Sam; she said you were in danger."
"In danger? From who?"
"I don't know…I never got to ask her." Dean winced as he rubbed his sore ribs.
"You know Dean you better get those ribs checked out, they could be broken."
"Nah, I'm fine. If they were busted I'd know it." He said as he slowly got dressed.
"Like I said before, why don't we just head out of here and look for Dad. Why hang around here looking for trouble?"
"You still don't look too good Sam and the doctor wants to see you again at the end of the week." Dean had noticed that Sam's face was red and little drops of sweat were running down from under his bangs.
"If I get sick I'll find another doctor on the way."
"If you get sick! You are sick Sammy look at you." Dean walked over and put his hand on Sam's forehead. "Damn it Sam you're really burning up again."
"The doctor said I'd feel worse before I felt better…."
"But you look like crap Sam. I think I should take you to the hospital"
"I'll be okay." Sam gave him a little smile then turned and walked over to his bed, he quickly sat down on it when a wave of dizziness came over him.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just…." Sam started to stand but then cried out in pain and collapsed to the floor.
"Sammy!" Dean ignoring his own pain knelt down next to his brother. "Sammy?" He said as he gently patted his face. He put two fingers on Sam's neck and could barely feel his pulse. Not knowing what else to do he picked Sam up grimacing in pain as he did and carried him out to the car. He quickly dialed the doctor's number and told him what happened and that he was bringing him in. He wished he could take Sam directly to a hospital but the clerk at the motel said there wasn't one for fifty miles and Sam needed help now.
Eight minutes later
He pulled up at the doctor's office and between himself and the doctor managed to get Sam into the examination room. Dean's heart pounded as he looked at his brother, Sam hadn't moved or made any sound all the way to the hospital. The doctor listened to his heart and checked his breathing. He then turned to Dean.
"I need you out of this room."
"No way, I need to be with my brother. What's going on? What's wrong with him?" Dean's face was etched with worry as he looked at Sam's face which now was pale and cool.
"I'm not sure but I need to examine him further and you'll just be in the way. You can wait in the waiting room; its right outside the door…you won't be far."
"But….he needs me with him."
"I'm not going to argue with you. You need to get out now so I can work on him."
"You hang in there Sammy! I'm right here Bro!" Dean yelled back to his brother as the doctor pushed him out the door and into the small waiting room. Dean paced back and forth, he felt like his heart was going to burst through his chest. He ran his hand through his hair as he tried to convince himself that Sam was going to be okay and that he had gotten him to the doctor in time.
Half an hour later
The door to the examination room opened slowly and the doctor walked into the waiting room closing the door behind him. Dean quickly walked over to him.
"How is he Doc? He's going to be okay isn't he? I could tell he wasn't feeling well." Dean felt a cold chill go up his spine when the doctor didn't answer him. "My brother's okay isn't he?"
"I'm sorry but there were complications."
"Complications! What do you mean complications!" Dean started to panic and began reaching for the doorknob but the doctor stepped in front of it. "Get out of my way! I got to see him!"
"I'm sorry…..but we lost him."
"What!" Dean's face was filled with disbelief and shock. "No! No you're wrong! I got to see him!"
He tried to get past the doctor who grabbed him by his shoulders and looked into his eyes.
"Your brother didn't make it. He's dead."
TBC
