He glanced down at his little brother; the kid had no idea what he was about to do - with his head still pressed in against Dean's stomach, as he continued to sob softly. Dean gave him one last look before he reached to unbutton the kids jeans and fold the waistband down to expose the top of his buttock and bottom hip. His little brothers bottom half was already slightly leveraged from the kids smaller legs resting over his larger ones, he very carefully - being mindful of the fresh stitches so not to break any, or to cause his little brother anymore pain - eased his brothers lower hip over just enough to have a clearer access to the top half of his brothers right buttock.
He pulled the seal of the packaged syringe open, then opened the alcohol wipe, swiping the muscular area on the kids backside.
Sam took a shaky breath and snivelled, he could feel Dean doing something but wasn't sure what, and felt the cool air exposed on his upper backside cheek. He scrunched his face as he snuffled again, getting a little nervous - his brother wasn't going to spank him, was he?
"D'n?" He asked, his voice raspy from crying.
Dean looked down at his little brother, whose head was still tucked in against his black Metallica shirt. "Just relax, Sammy. I need you to be really still for me... okay, little brother?"
Sam nodded, unsure of what was about to happen - but trusting his brother completely.
Dean took hold of the injection with his writing hand, and pulled the cover off with the other, then filled the syringe with penicillin. He placed his left hand to area of his brothers backside where the injection was to be placed, gently pressing on the area and pulled the skin so it was slightly tight. Dean held the syringe barrel tightly, and glanced at his kid brother again.
He closed his eyes briefly - not wanting to do this, but knowing it was nessesary, his brother would be worst off if that wound got infected - before using his wrist the help push the needle through the skin and into the muscle at a 90 degree angle. He heard the whimper from his brother as the needle slid in.
He knew this was going to hurt like a sonovabitch, as his father had done the same thing to him on numerous times after being badly injured after a hunt, and visa versa. His little brother on the other hand has never had the unfortunate experience of the fire burning pain this particular shot will produce.
Dean let go of the skin with his left hand, and pulled back on the plunger to make sure no blood came back, seeing none he pushed down very slowly on the plunger to inject the medicine.
So much for the kid staying quiet.
Sam could literally feel the thick medicine spreading - very slowly, as Dean pushed down on the plunger. It felt like his older brother was pumping fire into his ass. His sobs from before started back at ten fold.
Dean held the syringe steady as the medicine slowly became less, and less. He used his left hand to rub the kids chest, hoping the action might calm his brother down some.
"Almost done, Sammy." He soothed, his only response being a tighter pull at his shirt, as the kid inched himself further into him - if that was at all possible, as the kid was already pressed firmly against his stomach.
"...urts, De..." Sam sobbed.
"I know, Sammy." Dean sympathised, he knew it hurt.
Sam didn't know what hurt worse - the pain from the wound, or the pain from whatever the hell Dean was putting in him.
"Take it out... take it out..." He half sobbed, half screamed at the burning that was slowing making its way down his thigh. He'd rather the stitches any day, this... this was on a whole new level...
"Hold still, little brother." Dean placed his left hand across this brothers thighs to keep him from moving, his body unintentionally squirming from the pain.
"De... take it out..." Sam screamed into Dean's shirt, making the sound muffled.
The last of the thick medicine was pushed through the syringe, Dean removed it gently at the same angle as he'd put it in. Then pulled a fresh gauze from the medical kit, pressing it over the area where a small trickle of blood was already running from the pin sized wound. And placed the used syringe on the bedside table to dispose of in an old soda bottle later - for now his brother came first.
"Easy, little brother... easy. I've gotcha..." He soothed, rubbing the kids chest as well as gently massaging the injected site with his right hand. "It's alright, Sammy. It's all over now, just relax."
Dean sighed; his heart feeling like it was crumbling into a million pieces and being swept right out of his chest, at every painful sob that came from his brother.
Without thinking he moved his arm he had been rubbing his brothers chest with, tucking it gently underneath Sammy's shoulders, and slowly began rocking his little brother as he quietly hummed the opening tune of Metallica's - Nothing Else Matters.
His humming turned to soft singing as he continued to gently rock side to side, with his crying baby brother in his arms.
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
...
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters
...
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters
He continued to alternate with humming and soft singing - the soothing motion of the rocking and his voice slowly calming his little brother. He just got through another verse as the kid snivelled heavily and gave a shaky sigh. He felt his younger brother move against him, as he nuzzled his face into a more comfortable position against his stomach.
Sam gave another shaky sigh, as he finally started to relax. Though he wasn't out of the woods yet, not by a long shot - but he felt content, and safe in Dean's arms. He closed his eyes, feeling the vibration of his older brothers voice in his chest as Dean continued to sing.
Never cared for what they say
Never cared for games they play
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And I know
...
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No nothing else matters
Dean smiled fondly down at the sleeping kid in his arms. His little brother had been through so much in one day, more than any kid his age ought to.
But this was their lives, and it wouldn't be changing anytime soon.
He still needed to wrap a bandage around the stitched wounds, he gave the stitches a once over - he'd made them as small and neat as best he could, to try an avoid any further scaring, the kid already had enough scars on his body without adding another one.
He gently eased his brother up, trying not to wake the sleeping kid, and held him steadily against his chest. He reached into the first-aid, pulling out the beige roll of bandage.
With one hand he slightly leaned his brother forwards and with the other he wound the bandage around his brothers stomach, going from front to back and around again till the bandage was at the end, and clipped the lose end securely to the wrapped bandage.
He then gently lay his brother down in the white sheets and pulled the thick quilt over him, letting it rest just below his chin, before sliding under the covers himself. He stretched out, and threw an arm behind his head - unable to stop the thoughts from the night, running through his head - Sammy had come so close to dying tonight, too close, if it hadn't been for his dad shooting when he had...
He sighed heavily, turning over to look at his baby brother - just glad the kid was still by his side, cause if that son of a bitch got him - well he didn't know what he'd do, but he knew one thing... he would have torn that werewolf to shreds, that was a given.
Because nobody messes with his baby brother, without dealing with him.
He threw a protective arm over Sam's chest, and feeling content that the kid was safe - no one would have the guts to mess with the kid, not with him by his side - he felt for his .45 under his pillow, feeling the sleek cold metal and knew NO ONE would dare mess with him, and with that he fell asleep.
Dean awoke to restless movement from his brother.
Sam didn't know where he was, but it felt kind of surreal like he'd been there before but couldn't make anything out due to the dark. He tried to move, but his body wouldn't respond. He tried to lift his arm, and realised they'd been bound with a large rope around his chest, and quickly realising as he stumbled that his legs were also tied together.
He tried looking around to work out his surroundings, and jumped when he heard something shifting not far behind him. It sounded like an animal or something large moving through thick shrubbery - he could make out the sound of crunching twigs, and the brushing against of tree branches. Then suddenly as if the night had magically turned to day in the blink of an eye, a bright spot light turned on over head. He looked around knowing exactly where he was, he was back in the forest they had been in that night, except it looked different...
The tree leaves were red and dripping with blood, and everything looked black... it looked dead - like the forest had die a long time ago, but it still brought forth life. He heard another rustle behind him, and tried to move again, but this time realised he was sinking. He glanced to the forest floor seeing he wasn't standing on solid ground, but in a stream... but not a stream that was flowing fresh rain water - this was a deep crimson, thick and sickly... flowing with - human, maybe animal, or some other creature that only God knows what - blood. He could smell the stinched smell of burning flesh, and knew he was surrounded by death.
Dean tried to restrain his thrashing brother, scared he was going to pull a stitch or something.
The rustling grew closer till it was right up behind him, he tried to scream but nothing came out. Then in an instant he was surrounded by werewolves, but nothing like the one he'd encountered today - there was old dried up blood coating their needle sharp fangs as well as their claws, but over coating the dried blood sat a fresh layer of newly spilt crimson that dripped like a slow leaking tap. The creature took a threatening swipe towards him, as its crawls slashed through the air like a freshly sharpened chiefs knife - and in the almost blinding light - he caught the flicker and gleam from the gleaming razor sharp bone... as a polished blade had, when the rays of sun beamed from it. The wolves encircled him snarling and growling, then out of nowhere a loud voiced boomed through the trees.
"Sam." Dean yelled, trying to wake his brother.
Sam looked up knowing he recognised that voice, but he couldn't remember where from. He felt himself sinking further into the stream, the thick crimson coming up to his knees now, he struggled against the force before he felt something smack right across his face. He glared at the werewolf before him, that had striked him, before the boom of the voice flew through the trees again.
Dean was getting desperate, his brother wasn't waking. He raised his hand giving the kid a sharp smack across his right cheek, hoping to knock his little brother out of this night terror the kid was in. "Sam." He called again.
The voice grew louder, as the werewolf came closer. He screamed, and thrashed at the wolf wildly trying to get away from it. He screamed at the top of his lungs for his brother, hoping he could somehow hear him. The voice boomed again, as another hard smack feel across his face just as the werewolf leapt towards him...
Dean raised his hand ready to slap his brother again, when the kid woke with a start and bolted upright; he was panting heavily as his eyes searched frantically around the room, and his hands continued to flail around in front of him.
"Sammy..." Dean called, trying to get his brothers attention. "Sammy, it's alright. You're safe, I'm here, nothing's going to hurt you."
Dean placed his hands over his brothers to stop them, "Listen to me Sam, nothing's here." He rubbed the kids chest, feeling his heart beating a mile per minute. "You're safe with me, Sammy. Nothing's going to get you."
Sam swallowed, and slowly moved his eyes to his brother. "It felt real, Dean." He whispered, glancing up at his brother with big hazel eyes. "It tried to hurt me... it wanted to kill me, Dean." He said, as tears sprang to his eyes.
"Nothing's going to hurt you, Sammy." He reassured his younger brother. "Nothing will hurt you." He said with more force to his words, because like hell anything will hurt Sam.
"But, Dean." Sam said, hesitantly. "It already has."
"What are you talking about, Sammy?"
"The werewolf." Sam said. "You can't protect me from it, Dean. You can't always protect me..." Sam said getting emotional, with more tears gathering in his eyes.
"Sammy, listen to me..."
"No, you can't always be there, Dean." Sam said, his voice growing louder as the tears ran down his face.
"Alright, chill." Dean scolded, "Now, let's get one thing straight... it's my job to protect you, Sammy. And I never would have let you come out with us tonight, if I'd known you were going to get this worked up about it. So you just need to chill out, dude."
"But, Dean..."
"No, buts, little brother. Now what's this about?" Dean questioned, seeing his younger brother look away. "Sam?"
"It's nothing." Sam groused.
"Sam, I know it's not nothing. So tell me what happened."
Sam huffed, but kept his face turned from his brother. "I dreamt about the stupid werewolf, alright?"
Dean raised his eyebrow, surprised by the attitude change - one minute the kid was scared, and then on the verge of crying, and now he was giving him attitude. He decided to let the attitude go for the moment, knowing he wouldn't get anywhere if he scolded his brother, and instead intended to get to the bottom of this.
"So that's what you dreamt about?" He asked seriously, only to get a nod out of his brother. "Was it the same as tonight?"
Sam shook his head, and turned back to face his brother. "No, it was worse."
"Worse. How so?"
Sam sat in silence a moment, remembering the nightmare of a dream he'd just woke from, and didn't know how to explain it to his brother... he didn't even know how to describe it to himself - it was all just messed up and disturbing to say the least. And it wasn't really something he wanted to think about.
"I don't know. It was just... different." He said looking at his brother, as Dean sat beside him. "Everything looked... just, dead." He said slowly, "And there was blood everywhere, Dean."
"I know, Sammy." Dean sympathised with his brother, cause hunting could do that to you - and especially with a kid at Sam's age. Hell, Dean had seen things when out hunting that could give even the bravest man nightmares. So there was no way he was judging his kid brother about having nightmares. "But everything's alright now, okay?"
He received a small nod, before changing the subject to get the kids mind off of the nightmare. "Speaking of alright, I think I had better check those bandages to make sure nothing's broken while you were on your midnight marathon."
Sam smiled, "Dean." He whined.
Dean threw his brother a smirk, before saying. "Just lay back for me, kiddo."
Sam carefully shifted back in the bed, and placed his head back on the pillow as Dean slid up his fresh t-shirt that his older brother had somehow managed to put on him sometime through the night. There was a small patch of dried blood that'd seeped through the bandages, and Dean hoped the damage wasn't too bad.
He carefully unwrapped his little brothers bandages, and inspected the stitches. None were broken which was a miracle seeing as how much the kid had been thrashing about. The dried blood that'd been on the bandages was also showing through the stitches, and Dean sent a silent prayer that none of the current blood was fresh. He leaned over to retrieve the first-aid kit he'd left on the bedside table, and pulled out a fresh gauze and a half used tube of antiseptic.
"Dean?" Sam asked, his eyelids slowly drooping as the sleepiness started to hit again.
"Hold on, Sammy." He said, as he smeared some on the gauze and carefully swipped it over the stitches and cleaned off the dried blood. Then re-wrapped a fresh bandage around the stitched wound, he threw the used bandage on the floor beside the bed to put with the dirty washing in the morning, for now it was time to try get some more sleep before the rooster crows.
Dean slid back under the covers and stretched out beside his brother, then without any thought threw his arm protectively across his brothers chest, and drew the kid towards his own chest.
"Try to get some sleep, little brother."
He felt his kid brother curl up further into him, before they were both dead to the world again.
THE END
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Bella Lilac
A/N - Metallica 'Nothing Else Matters'
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