Hello! Long time no post. Life has gotten in the way but I have not forgotten of this.
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Sam stirs at the sound of voices around him. He cracks open his eyes and blinks the sleep away.
The two men hadn't noticed the youngest Winchesters eyes open. Sams hand moves against the soft sheets and he grunts as pain comes back to him.
This catches the Winchester's attention and Dean goes to Sams side, concern covering his face. Sam was in a cloud of confusion and a frown moves across his lips. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out.
Dean puts a hand on his shoulder. "Take it easy Sammy.." His voice firm but quiet as to not scare Sam.
John moves to the other side of his youngest and examines the wound. The flesh around the wound was hot and he knew he would need to watch for infection or signs of internal bleeds.
"Dean, go get some fresh bandages for me, would ya?" John can see Dean hesitate before standing and moving to the first aid kit.
John brushes Sams hair back and watches his sons sluggish eyes meet his own. "Hey Sammy. Gonna take care of you don't worry, son."
Sams eyes widen and he scoots away as his breathing picks up in panic. John goes to move closer but Dean is there and wraps his arms under Sams arms and whispers in his ear. Sam visibly relaxes and John feels his heart stop as silent tears run down his youngest sons face.
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The night had passed with an awkward silence in the room and John wakes to Dean packing his things. Sam didn't have much of anything on him but what he did have, Dean packs in his own duffel.
Next thing John knows they are driving the couple more hours to Bobbys salvage yard. Dean following close behind in the Impala with their precious cargo.
For both cars it was a silent journey. Stopping every hour to check on Sam and get some food.
They reached Bobbys that afternoon.
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Bobby headed outside when he heard the familiar rumble of the family car. He waved at the men and went to offer his help with bags.
As he got a glimpse of Sam, his heart went out to the young man. He was pale but he looked good for the injury John had described.
John and Dean got their youngest inside and Bobby brought in the two duffles. Bobby made sure they were settled before heading to the kitchen to fix up a quick dinner.
John had laid his youngest in the room shared by the boys.
"Dean. Take a shower first. Im gonna make sure Sams wound is okay." John almost laughed as once again his son hesitated. He was too protective for his own good.
As Dean disappeared into the bathroom, John pulled Sams borrowed shirt from Sams skin. John feels the skin around the bandage and frowns to himself.
Thats not right... The skin was warm but not unusually warm like before. Dread filled Johns entire body as he began to peel the bandage back.
John closed his eyes as the bandage was removed. The wound was reduced to a mere scratch.
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Uh oh.. What is John going to do? What will Dean do? What side will Bobby take? Let me know what you think. Peace and Chicken Grease.
