Chapter 13

The drive back to the motel proved hell for Dean, the small lumps and bumps in the road made his battered body protest loudly. It was agony.
Abbie tried to sit as still as she could, for she was feeling like death herself. The pain to her middle was excrutiating, there had to be broken ribs. However what caused Abbie the most pain was the thought of potential hair loss. She was gonna inspect her head for sure soon as possible, damn if it didnt feel like she had a freakin bald patch! Arrrgh the big shit-for-brains!
They pulled up into the space outside their room.
"Abbie, stay there till I help Dean inside" Sam instructed. She noticed in a crisis situation Sam was all hero, very calm, took control nicely. Bless his sweet heart.

Sam walked very slowly with Dean inside, and carefully got him stretched out on top of the bed. Deans eyes were closed all the time, and little winces were escaping his bloodied lips at intervals. Sam looked down at his brother. Seeing him like this damn near killed him too. If anything really bad ever happened to him... well he didnt think he could go on. And now there was his sister to worry about he thought, making his way back out for her.
Abbie scooted over to the door, biting back yelps of pain as she did so. Sam gently picked her up and carried her like a baby inside, putting her on the bed next to Dean. Looking at the both of them lying there, a huge lump formed in Sams throat and tears welled up in his eyes. He quickly blinked them away, he had a lot to do. Stripping off his jacket, he prepared his makeshift nursing equipment.
Gauze, anticeptic, painkillers, creams lotions and potions, bandages and band aids... Sam lined it all up.

Who to tend to first? To his thinking, Dean was hurt most. He looked at Abbie, who like her brother, had her eyes closed. Her steady breathing told Sam she was sleeping of sorts.
Slowly, carefully, Sam removed Deans leather jacket and slung it over the back of the chair. Dean was awake by now, and trying his best to sit up and help Sam. Pain like a thousand knives shot through his torso. Not a good idea he thought to himself. T-shirt next. There was no use for it, he knew he had to cause Dean more pain just to get the damn thing off. Do it quickly and get it over with. Gripping hold of the bottom of the offending garment, Sam yanked it up, maneouvering Deans arms out along the way. It must have hurt, for he shreiked in agony, and silent tears escaped. Abbie jumped awake, turned to look at what was going on. Pain shot through her body too. She took one look at her brothers bruised and battered body, saw the tears making tracks out of the corners of his eyes, and burst into noisy sobs herself. This was all her fault. She wanted to go to that bar.
"Dean, im so sorry. Its my fault youre hurt. I feel so bad!" Abbie said through her sobs.
Sam was too busy preparing things to give more than a cursory rub of her head and to tell her it was gonna be ok.
"Hey sweetheart, I wanted to go too remember? No way is this your fault" Dean tried to reassure her.

"But look at you! I cant stand it!" Abbies sobs were getting no better. Dean grabbed hold of her hand, and gently pulled her to him, though the movements on both their parts hurt like the hounds of hell. She scooted up to him, and he lifted his arm... ouch... and put it around her shaking body. Abbie cried and cried, snuggled into Deans side, with her face buried under his arm. He felt so warm, and that felt good. That was his lifeblood pumping strongly around his body. He smelled of sweat and that horrific iron smell of blood. Sam all the while gently washing blood away, trying not to hurt as he probed about feeling for breaks. He guessed 2 broken ribs.
"Thats it bro, all done. Well as best as I can anyway"
"Thanks Sammy, appreciate it"
Sam walked into the bathroom and came back with 2 strong painkillers, which Dean duly swallowed down. Then Sam helped him into a clean t-shirt, and stripped him of his jeans.
"Get into bed Dean, Ill see to Abbie now"
Too tired and in too much pain to protest, Dean staggered up and climbed in. Abbie had fallen asleep nestled into Deans side, and Sam had carefully pulled her away from him. This was gonna be new for him. Cleaning up a battered girl. But she was his little sister... still a weird situation though. First, off came the top. pulling it up a little, he embarassingly discovered there was no bra. Shit.

"Er... Dean?"
"A huh?"
"I need to get this vest off Abs but she isnt wearing a bra"
"Youre shitting me?"
"I shit you not"
"Well Im not taking it off her then. Cant you just roll it up or something?"
"Ill have to. Dont fancy looking at my sister naked either, even if it is in a nursing capacity!" He rolled the bottom up to just under her breasts.
"No way in hell is she ever wearing that thing again!" said Dean petulantly.
"Im sure shell fight you over that in a few days bro"
"Well see"
Black and purple brusing covered her torso too. Awake now, she was crying again, though not as much as last time. "Im so sorry sweety, but I have to feel for broken ribs" said Sam.

"I know, but it hurts real bad Sammy"
"Sssssssh honey" Dean took her hand and told her it would be over in a second, and he was there for her. The sounds of her pain and the horrible brusing broke both boys hearts. There was a lot of throat clearing going on.
Torso dealt with: Sams guess? just the 1 broken rib thank God. Next he wiped her tear swollen face clean of blood. "Owwwwwwwwwwwww!" as he wiped her left jaw. It was brused, and a bit swollen but Sam didnt think it was broken.
Dean held her hand the whole time, suffered as she squeezed at times like he swore shed break the damn thing.
Painkillers taken, Sam took her boots and jeans off. Thank the Lord she had panties on Sam thought with a smile. He walked over to her duffle, and pulled pyjamas out for her. He held the quilt up over her as she painfully took the offending vest off and replaced it with the pyjama top.
"Right you 2, lay down and go to sleep"
Dean had half fallen asleep anyway. Abbie slowly made herself comfortable under the covers.
"Sammy?" she asked in a childish voice.
"Yeah honey?"
"Thanks. I love you"
Emotion choked him. He never in his life thought hed hear that from anyone other than Jess.

His throat burned with unshed tears. "No problem sis. Love you too"
She was asleep already, as was Dean now.
Quitely, Sam walked over and gently kissed the top of Abbies head. He looked at Dean. Looked at the man who had single handedly raised him since being a baby, protected him, loved him. Sam leant down and gently did the same to Dean.
Walking to the fridge, he took a bottle of beer out, cracked the top, sank down on the sofa and took a long drink... what a night... finishing it in a minute, he placed the empty on the floor, closed his eyes and let sleep take over...