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The Winged Curse
Chapter Seven
Awareness came slowly. He noticed the pain in his chest first. He tried to sit up but low groan escaped his lips and he decided against it. His eyes fluttered open and he found himself looking up at his brother. His head was resting on Sam's lap and his brother's arm was draped over his chest protectively. He could see his brothers' chest rise and fall and he knew that Sam was alive.
He looked down at his chest and saw the large bruise spreading out from under his brothers' arm and with sudden clarity he remembered where they were and what happened. Well, most of it anyway, some parts were of it were still fuzzy. "Damn it, Sammy," he groaned. "What is it about you wanting to shoot me in the chest all the time?"
Sam's eyes popped open at the sound of his brother's voice. "Dean, thank God," he said.
"No," Dean said sitting up with a grimace of pain. "I think this one is all you little brother."
For a minute Sam looked embarrassed by his brother's acknowledgement. Then his gaze fell to Dean's injured chest and he said, "You scared the hell out of me. I…" he looked away from his brother. "I thought I was going to have to…"
"I know Sam," Dean told his brother gently then grinned and said, "And I gotta tell ya… I am glad you found another way."
"Me too," Sam replied. "But it was close… too close. I never want to have to do that again."
Dean nodded and stood up on slightly wobbly legs. "If it's any consolation," he told Sam. "Neither do I." He looked around the large cavern and spotted the body of the woman the beast had changed into. Sam walked over and picked up the guns he had dropped next to her and Dean followed.
"Well," he told his younger brother as he looked at the dead woman. "At least she was hot."
Sam looked at his brother, "That's sick, Dean."
"No," his brother replied. "It would have been sick if she'd been ugly. She kissed me… remember."
"Dude, she was ugly when she kissed you," Sam told him.
"Don't remind me," Dean said. "I just want to forget this whole day."
"Yeah," Sam replied as his eyes strayed again to the huge bruise caused by the tranquilizer dart on Dean's chest. It stood out starkly and for the first time realized he didn't have a shirt on. "Oh, Jeez Dean you must be cold," he said and took his jacket off and gave it to Dean.
"Thanks," his brother replied as he zipped up the jacket covering the bruise. He could see the pain in Sam's eyes each time he saw it and through the hazy memories off earlier he remembered too the pain and anguish on his brother's face when Sam had been forced to shoot him. "Hey Sam," Dean said. "I… It wasn't your fault. You did what you had to do."
Sam didn't answer. Instead he looked away his eyes filling with unshed tears.
"Sam," Dean told his brother. "You saved my life. Just… don't forget that, okay." He wondered if he could ever be as strong as Sam had shown himself to be today. He doubted he could ever even contemplate what Sam had been forced to do earlier. He had no doubt that even though it would have destroyed him, Sam would have stopped Dean. He would not have allowed him to permanently become one of the things they hunted. Dean knew that he could never do that. He could never destroy his brother no matter what he became he was not that strong. So he would just have to make sure that nothing bad ever happened to Sammy.
Sam nodded and they began gathering the weapons and flashlights they had dropped in the battles they had fought that day. They also had to pick up all the spent bullet casings. "Damn," Dean said. "How many times did you shoot the bitch?"
"I emptied two clips into her."
"Don't you think that was overkill?"
Sam smirked at his brother and replied, "It worked."
Dean laughed, "Yeah, I guess it did Sammy, I guess it did."
They hiked down the trail back to the car, loaded everything in the trunk then Sam tossed Dean the keys and said, "Hey Dean."
"Yeah,"
"The next time some evil mutt wants to kiss you…" Sam said with a serious face. "Run away."
Dean smirked at his brother, "Damn Straight."
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A/N Okay, that wraps up this story. I hope you enjoyed it! I'm still working on Hunted and now due to the concert I went to last night I have another story running around in my head trying to get out so I guess I'll be posting something new soon. The concert was awesome by the way. Dean would have loved it! Hence the new story running circles in my mind: Blue Oyster Cult, Styx, and Foreigner all in one show. Well, thanks again for taking the time to read. Please review and let me know how I did.
