Chapter 5: The Aftermath of the Revelation…
Sam gathered the bloodied towels from the bed and set about cleaning up the pooled blood in the bathroom…he looked beneath the cabinet and was gladdened to see cleaning supplies tucked away in the very back, including bleach…he worked quickly, picking up the wet blood that remained then cleaned the dried blood up as well. He cleaned the blood-coated knife, placing it back into its sheath. He retrieved Dean's pants and jacket from the floor…he did a final double check of the bathroom…no trace of blood remained…Sam added the towel to the bag to be disposed of and set it by the door. He placed Dean's pants in the dirty clothes duffle and hung his coat over the back of the chair.
Sam let out a sigh…he looked around the motel room for a moment before his eyes fell upon his brother's unconscious form…at least the sedative and the pain medicine had depressed his system enough to let him avoid the nightmares…Sam was thankful for that…his brother's body needed to rest…Sam changed his clothes quickly, just incase there was any blood on them, then grabbed the keys and the bag and slipped out the door, locking it behind him…
He turned the engine of the Impala over and quietly backed her out of the parking spot…he made the quick jaunt to the all-night grocery store, stopping behind it to discard the bag of waste before parking in the parking lot in front of it and going inside…he grabbed enough supplies to comfortably maintain a few days in the hotel room…they were staying put… whether Dean liked it or not…He returned to the Impala, letting his mind drift a bit as he made his way back to the room…He pulled in and parked Dean's Baby, make sure to lock the doors. He opened the door and stepped into the room. He set the keys back on the table, locked the door and went about the business of putting the supplies away. Once he had accomplished that task, he settled himself on the opposite bed from Dean. He scooted himself back until he could set with his back to the headboard…he let himself drift off, but didn't let himself get too comfortable, just in case Dean woke up and needed him…
He worried about what he would say when Dean awoke tomorrow and saw that his secret was a secret no more…What he worried about the most was if Dean no longer had this crutch to rely on, would he fall even heavier into drinking? Would he slip into drugs? Sam could imagine a thousand and one ways Dean could fall into complete and utter darkness, but when he tried to come up with solutions that Dean could do to relieve the pain in a more positive way, Sam found himself at a loss…he feared for his brother…
Sam
shook it off as best he could. There had to be a way….there had
to….he had to believe that…he had to be strong. He had to be
like Dean. He had promised once to save Dean, he had failed….but
he would not fail this time…he would save him, but this time, he
must be saved from himself…