A/N: Hey guys! This is pretty much the last chapter. I'm working on the Epilogue already so it hopefully won't take too long to have that up. Thanks a bunch for all the 'votes' I got on the 'who should get more phone numbers' thing. I am pleased to say that our winner is :drum roll please: Sammy! Looks like a lot of people wanted to see Dean put back in his place so to speak. That will happen in the epilogue.
It was mentioned to me by a few reviewers of a little typo I made in the last chapter. Apparently I wrote incest instead of insect. Sorry about that, slip of the keys and I didn't pick it up when I was proof reading. My bad.
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Sam's first thought when he awoke was that whatever the hell was wrapped around him was half cutting off his air supply. His next thought was that he was a lot warmer than he had been the last time he had been awoke. He the realized this had something to do with what he presumed – as he hadn't opened his eyes yet – the arms clasped tightly around his waist and the leg thrown over his. The limbs felt to masculine to be female and that made him snap his eyes open at hyper speed. He looked down at the hands grabbing him around his waist and instantly recognized the silver ring and black bands that belonged to his brother. A slow smirk spread across his face and the thought 'paybacks a bitch' ran through his mind.
"Dean?" he asked shaking the older man's arm a little. Dean only mumbled something under his breath and latched onto Sam tighter. Dean had always said that it was like sleeping with Octopus Sam when they were younger. Maybe with age now it was Octopus Dean instead of Octopus Sam, "Dean wake up man." Sam tried again. Dean didn't wake. That wasn't right. Dean should be halfway across the room by now like Sam was some kind of diseased leper.
More of Sam's senses came back to him as he realized something was wrong. Dean should be waking up. And there was something else to. A familiar coppery scent in the air. 'Blood.' Sam pried the arms from around him a hopped slowly off the bed. Dean muttered something and rolled onto his stomach, hand reaching under his pillow for his knife, even in sleep, but he didn't wake up. And Sam could see why now.
Dean was laying in a puddle of blood. The side of his t-shirt was especially drenched in the crimson substance. Sam looked to his own side which was also covered in red and cursed under his breath. It wasn't his.
Leaning over the bed Sam rolled Dean gently onto his back and tried to rouse him again. When that didn't work Sam lifted his brother's t-shirt, the same one he was wearing last night it seemed, to find a nasty cut on his side. It had scabbed over with blood and was barely bleeding anymore but Dean was already a few shades too white from what blood he had lost.
"Dean! Wake up man!" Sam half yelled shaking his brother again.
The older hunter's eyes fluttered, "I don't want to eat the broccoli. It's demonic. No." he mumbled before closing them again.
Sam laughed despite himself. It was true according to his brother; broccoli was demonic and Dean hadn't eaten it in years. Dean had sworn that it was food for champion demons and that people who ate it were three times more likely to be possessed. It still made Sam and John chuckle every time they saw the vegetable.
Snapping out of his thoughts Sam ran out to the Impala and grabbed the first aid kit. Dean was where he left him. Sam sat down next to his brother. He almost moved Dean to the other bed, because the amount of blood on this one was unnerving, but he didn't because he didn't want to move Dean and have his cute reopen and start bleeding again. Besides, stitching a wound could be messy work. Taking out a pair of scissors the younger hunter cut the elder's t-shirt off. It was covered in too much blood to be savable.
"Dean you thick headed moron! I am so gonna kick your ass when you wake up." Sam mumbled his thoughts out loud. His brother would have known that he was bleeding. Sam was fine, a little achy and still a little cold but he was in clean clothes which meant his brother had obviously cleaned him up, changed his clothes and put him to bed just like he had done for Dean. Sam glanced down at his side, covered with his brother's blood. Well he wasn't clean anymore.
Sam cleaned the skin around the wound, being as gentle as he could with wiping the blood off with the alcohol swabs. He was glad his brother was asleep right now because he knew for a fact that these tiny little alcohol covered cloths hurt like a bitch on an open wound. The actual wound was harder to clean as the blood had dried hard over it and Sam had to pick the scabbed bits off before he could begin the stitching.
Carefully the young hunter threaded the curved needle, pulled the skin together and started the slow and strenuous task of stitching his brother back up.
Half an hour later Sam sat back and admired his handiwork. Dean may complain about him being a perfectionist but he could thank him when that wound healed with hardly a scar because of it. Then again knowing his brother the thanks he would get would be a smack upside the head and a 'What the hell Sammy! You know chicks dig scars. What the hell am I going to do with this?'.
Sam looked down at himself and his stomach clenched. This was Dean's blood he was covered in. He moved Dean as gently as he could off the bed and onto the other one so he could strip the bed and make it fresh before he put Dean back on it. When he was finished making the with new - not blood covered – sheets he moved Dean back.
The young hunter checked his brother's vitals then went into the bathroom, stripped off his dirty clothes and got into the shower. As he was standing under the hot spray of the water and lathering his skin with soap he thought back to the job they had just finished. Man, talk about crazy. He felt sorry for the husband for losing his wife to such a vile act, committed by his little girl no less. Some people were just born dark he supposed. But still what the father did was just as crazy.
Shaking his head to get rid of his dark thoughts Sam started to hum ACDC's Back in Black. He remembered back when they were younger, before he had left for college, Dean was always talking about going to Australia. He wanted to go to the country where one of his favourite bands had come from. Apparently Dean wanted to drive down the road that the band had gone down in their 'Long Way to the Top' film clip. Sam had looked it up for him and found it was in the city of Melbourne and Dean had spent time during long drives to hunts talking about how he was going to go there and walk in the footsteps of the great Bon Scott. According to Dean Aussie chicks were hot as well so that had sealed the deal.
Sam laughed at the one thing his brother had never really talked about. Getting there. Unless he turned the Impala into a submarine he wasn't going to be able to drive there. That left a plane and knowing what he knew now it wasn't likely to happen. Australia was on the other side of the world so it wouldn't be a short flight that's for sure.
By the time he was halfway through the song Sam was full blown singing and out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and exited the bathroom to be faced with Dean sitting up in bed with a smirk on his face.
"Nice singing there Sammy. Especially for someone who spends their time whining about how ACDC's all outdated mullet rock." Dean laughed.
Sam blushed and flipped Dean the bird, "Shut up."
"That's not very nice Sammy. I mean you should be waiting on me hand and foot as thanks for saving your fat ass. Not to mention having your injured, much better looking older brother wake up to you butchering a classic. Bon would be rolling in his grave if he had heard that screeching." Dean said with a straight face and serious voice.
"Like you're any better. Besides you should be thanking me for saving your life. I mean jesus Dean, it's actually not that fun to wake up in a puddle of blood," Sam paused before remembering something else, "Not to mention being spooned by that bleeding person."
A look of horror crossed Dean's face but was gone as fast as it appeared and replaced by a cocky smirk, "Hey I wouldn't be complaining if I were you. Have you got any idea how many women would pay to be spooned by this." He quipped gesturing to himself.
"Are you kidding me? Dean you had both arms and a leg wrapped around me. Speaking of which, when the hell did you turn into the octopus of the family?"
Dean shrugged and swung his legs over the side of the bed, "Whatever Sammy. You better have left me some hot water little brother because injured or not, if you didn't I will so kick your ass." He said as he shuffled into the bathroom.
Sam shook his head and sat down at the table. That shower had made him feel better. It had soothed his sore muscles and replaced a lot of the heat he had previously lost. The youngest Winchester's stomach rumbled loudly to remind him it was empty. Dean and him would have to go out and get some food when he got out of the shower. Actually speaking of out, Sam got up and went to the motel door and opened it. He was greeted with a wall of heat and the hot Florida sun shining in his eyes. 'Looks like the weather is back to normal too.'
Looks like they would be going to the beach after all.
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