Title: Secrets and Lies, Hustling Pool, part 2
Summery: The gods laugh when we make plans
Disclaimer: Not mine, but mine to toy with.

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Trying to stay upright, he stumbled out of the motel room. In his haste, he forgot his boots, coat, and keys, instead taking car and driving away, he made his way around the building, 'get away, run', and hid behind the dumpster. The temperature was in the mid-40s but he did not acknowledge the cold, he was too busy waiting -- waiting for the sound of the Other's footsteps coming to find him, waiting for the wounds to stop bleeding, waiting for the pain to go away, waiting for this nightmare to end. 'hurts. why could i not stop it? pain. is that him? no. hurts. please no.' was his mantra through the night, the tears had stopped but the panic had not.

Hours later when the sun started to rise, he crept back to the motel room. He saw no signs that the Other tried to follow, but at the time all he wanted to do was get away. Noting that the light was on, he slowly he opened the unlocked door and peered in the room through his swollen eyeslids. When he saw that no one was there, he stepped inside. He had just gotten the door closed when Sam came out of the ajoining bathroom, dressed and ready for the day.

"Dean!" exclaimed Sam when he saw his brother at the door, "What happened?" Concern, worry, and fear took over because all he could see was blood. It covered Dean's face, smeared and splattered on his t-shrit, all over his arms and hands, and soaked through his jeans at the crotch and inner thigh. Also, Dean did not have his coat or boots, he was shivering. 'no shaking, how long had he been out?'

'no, please no' thought Dean, flinching at the shout, hand still on the doorhandle, ready to run. He cringed back when the person came to him and tried to put his hands on him. "D-doonnn," his word slurred through swollen lips, holding out his hand to keep the person at bay. Panic renewed its hold.

'don't touch me!' his mind screamed, his breathing shallow and ragged as he poised for another attack, although he did not know if he had the strengh. "P-pleess d-d-doonn" he sputtered a plea. 'stay away!' his mind begged, shaking with fear, he did not know what to do.

"Dean, it's me Sam," he said softer when he saw the fright that his brother was displaying. Sam bent down so that his shorter brother could see his face. He brought his hands down and did not attempt to touch Dean again. With a closer look he assessed the damage beyound the bleeding: Dean's eyes were buised and neary swollen shut, his nose looked broken, both lips were split and swollen, there was bruising along his jaw, and from how he was holding his right side, his ribs were either bruised or fractured.

Dean listened to the voice, to the words that were being said. It sounded like Sam, said all the things that Sam would have said, he wanted it to be Sam, but he could not be sure. He did not want to be tricked. 'is it you?'

"You're safe now, no one is going to hurt you," reassuring his older brother, "I just want you to come sit on the bed so that I can see how badly you're injured." Sam backed up to show Dean that he meant just what he said. "Dean, please, let me help you." Sam tried to guide him to the nearest bed, but Dean backed away from him. Keeping his distance, Sam's mind raced with the horrible scenarios of what happened.

Dean relaxed a tiny bit when he saw that the person was staying back. 'it has to be Sam...just Sam' he mind grasped at the hope that his brother was there and not the Other. 'help me' Dean thought looking at his younger brother. Clearing his throat, Dean stammered, "S-saamn, I ffinn, I jjuss nee to gea cleeenn uuff," hoping he kept the fear and uncertainty out of his statement.

"Dammit Dean, you are not fine. You can barely stand. Let me help you," exasperated Sam stepped up to his brother. He would tie him down if neccessary to work on him, but Dean could not do this by himself.

Tensing up agian, Dean said with the hardest voice he could muster, "No Ssamn! I'n ffinn. Ii llooos wrosss thaan ii eess. I ssplann laa'er." Trying not to stumble, he took a step toward the bathroom. Pain shot through his body with every movement, but he would not let Sam see any more weakness. Steadying himself, he stepped past Sam, and went to the bathroom, keeping Sam in his sites at all times.

Not believing a word that his older brother had said, Sam acquiesced, knowing how stubborn he could be. "Okay, Dean, I'll be here if you need any help," he sighed and let Dean go into the bathroom alone. 'what did you get yourself into? why are you so reluctant to let me help you, you always let me help before? why did you not have your coat or boots?' Sam wracked his brain to try to make sense of the situation. Frustration took over when he could not come up with any answers.