Disclaimer: The boys of Supernatural do not belong to me. I just borrowed them for my little story. Any other characters are mine though

Notes: Thank you to those who read and reviewed and to those who will.

Warnings: Violence. Sam bashing. Etc..

Getting Into Trouble

Chapter 2

'I wish I had brought my knife' was Sam's first thought as the blond guy threw his first punch.

Sam ducked at the last moment and slammed his fist into the blond guy's stomach. The guy let out a mouthful of air but the punch didn't slow him down any. He grabbed Sam's shoulder and landed a punch of his own into Sam's abdomen. Sam dropped to his knees with his hands wrapped around his middle. However, before he could recover, the twins grabbed his arms and pulled him up. They held him tight as their leader landed punch after punch to Sam's stomach, chest, and face not allowing him to fall when his knees buckled. No one noticed the person who came running up through the shadows.

"If you want to walk away from here you'd better let my brother go," said Dean in a deep, lethal voice.

"Hey your brother butted in where he didn't belong, so he deserves the consequences," one of the twins said as his friend punched Sam so hard his head hit the wall behind him.

"Maybe you didn't hear me," Dean said as he raised his arm. "So, I'll repeat myself. If you want to walk away from here, without getting shot, you'd better let my brother go," he said as he pulled the hammer back on the handgun he held pointed straight at the blond guy's face.

"Hey that's not playing fair," said the blond guy with a smirk on his face.

"You're one to talk," retorted Dean. "Three against one? That's really fair. Now let him go. I won't say it again."

The blond guy looked at his buddies and nodded. The twins let Sam drop unceremoniously to the ground and stepped away from him. The three started to walk away when the blond guy spoke again.

"If we see you or your brother around again, next time we won't be so nice."

"Well, then let's hope there won't be a next time, cause I won't be so nice either," replied Dean.

Dean waited until the three men turned the corner before we went over to Sam. He knelt down next to him and turned his head so that he could see his face.

"Come on Sammy, wake up," he called softly.

"It's Sam." Sam mumbled through his swollen lips.

"Huh," huffed Dean. "Only you could get beat to a pulp and still manage to be a smart ass," he said as he helped his brother into a sitting position. "Come on, let's get you back to the motel so I can get you cleaned up." Slowly the two got to their feet.

"Dean, you can be even worse than I am sometimes," Sam said slowly as they started their trek across the street.

When they reached the motel room, Sam collapsed into one of the chairs at the table just inside the door. He leaned his head back against the wall as Dean busied himself getting the first aid kit and warm washcloths from the bathroom. He already had a large cup of ice, which he had bought at the mini- mart on the way back over. He poured some of the ice into a dry washcloth and secured it with a rubber band. Then he set to cleaning the blood off of Sam's face.

Both of his lips were split but had stopped bleeding. There was a cut above his left eye that had also stopped bleeding. Dean wiped these areas carefully with one of the warm cloths. Both of Sam's eyes had started to darken and had started to swell- he would definitely have two hellafied shiners the next day. The worse of the facial injuries was Sam's nose which had been broken. When Dean had started to wipe the blood from there Sam had hissed painfully and tried to jerk away.

With a look and tone very uncharacteristic for him, Dean said, "I'm sorry Sam, I know that hurt but you have to sit still so I can finish."

Sam stopped trying to move and let Dean finish cleaning his nose, which was still bleeding. When he was finished he brought Sam a cup of water and two extra strength Tylenols. Then, Dean helped Sam to his bed and helped him to lie down on his back. Then he brought the cloth with the ice and arranged it on Sam's forehead in a way so that the ice could touch his nose and both eyes without causing him too much discomfort.

"Goodnight Sam," Dean said as he laid on his own bed, "and don't think we won't talk about this when you wake up."

"Hhmmmmmmm," Sam mumbled, as he was already half way asleep.

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