AN/ Hey I'm sorry its been a little bit before I last updated. This is short because. I dunno I just wanted it short like this. But I'm working on the next chapter already because I'm in a writing mood I guess. Soooo yah…. Review I love you all so much who review… it makes me sooooo happy! And if you review.. I'll update within the next two days depending when I get home tomorrow to upload the chapter okay? So yes here you are, some Dean worry… but trust me it'll get better!
Sam groggily awoke the next morning to a banging on the door. For a moment Sam was tempted to start saying how bad he was, but realize that there was bright morning day light shinning through the bathroom window. The banging on the door started again after a brief pause.
"Damn it Sam! You've been in there all morning!" Dean yelled through the door sounding annoyed. Sam's eyes roamed the room. Dried blood was spread thinly across the floor coming from his thighs. Staring at them Sam was momentarily sickened by them. They were a mess. The blood words stood out harshly against his pale skin.
"Sorry! Ten more minutes Dean I'm sorry I'll be right out." Sam yelled back pushing the water to the 'on' position and slowly agonizingly got to his feet and reached for a towel, that was thankfully complimentary. He wet it a bit and spread it out onto the floor mopping up the blood and making sure that no blood was in site before he shoved it out the window. There was little to no doubt in his mind that his brother would not look out the window for bloody towels. Then he carefully so as not to aggravate any of his wounds got into the shower and finished cleaning himself in the last of his 10 minutes.
Dean was luckily out of the room when Sam scurried out shoving on a long sleeve shirt and jumping into bed so he could wait until his brother was in the shower to finish getting dressed. Holding his breath the door jiggled before it let in Dean, a very annoyed looking Dean.
"Finally showering beauty is out of the shower." He grunted grabbing his showering things and going into the now spotless bathroom. Sam let his breath out as he heard the shower start again. Good, he could get dressed and packed before Dean got out again.
Shifting from foot to foot Sam waited. He packed and dressed faster then he thought he would. Dean was in the shower, singing some song and was having the time of his life. Sam didn't understand how he was going to hide the marks on his face. His brother the night before slamming him against the mirror had left a couple bigger ugly bruises that weren't as easy to get around explaining. He would figure something out… he had to.
Dean immerged through the bathroom door looking like a king. He had successfully and knowingly used every last drip of hot water there was at this crappy ass motel before they could check out. His grin was unmistakable as he heard a lady yell something hideous that there was no hot water. Oh the little joys in life.
"Shit!" Dean yelled though when he saw his brothers face. The bruises were bigger then before and looked meaner. Sam jumped as Dean's sudden exclamation. "What the bloody hell happened to your face Sammy?" Sam shrugged his shoulders. Dean momentarily let it go because they had to get checked out in the next five minutes or they would have to pay those damn fines that Sammy usually caused waking up late.
Some two hours, two cheese burgers, two cokes, and some odd miles behind them the last town Dean cut the music in his beloved car. They were unmistakably in the middle of no where, not a town or another living person for at least 10 miles in any direction. And the farther they got the bigger the gap got.
"Sammy. What happened to your face?" Dean asked glancing at his brother who stiffened in his seat and snapped his gaze to Dean in fright?
"What are you talking about Dean?" Sam asked lightly trying to get out of talking. He was not going to say how he got them. He wasn't going to do that to Dean. It wasn't his fault. He was drunk when it happened, and he deserved it any ways. So it didn't matter.
"Sam stop with the bull shit what the hell happened?" Dean growled glaring at his brother. Sam flinched in his seat.
"Another bar... another fight... the other guy looks worse though I swear." Sam mumbled. Dean let out a sigh shaking his head. He was glad that was all.
"Why did you go to the bar again?" Dean asked watching the road the endlessness was sometimes daunting when there were only two directions you could go.
Sam rested his head against the window staring out. Maybe it would be okay now? Dean seemed a lot more worried about what was happening to him for the past two nights. "Dean… just… please don't go out tonight… okay? Please?" Sam begged keeping his eyes glued to the scenery passing by his window. He wouldn't look at his brother when he let out his request…he knew he was begging… but… didn't want to deal with that again. What had happened the night before was terrifying him. He glanced into the side mirror on his side and stared at his reflection a moment before he had to look away because the same thoughts came into his head…he was bad and he deserved this pain.
Sam's earlier request when they drove by a bar later the day around eight o'clock that had women dancing in the front drawing any male towards the bar. Sam started to beg Dean not to go but stopped when Dean shot him a look. Sam instantly felt sorry and laid down in his bed pretending to be asleep as Dean left to go out gallivanting around.
He came back hours later drunk, yelling, and violent. Sam didn't try to fight him. Deny him or anything. He just took it. Soaking in the words that Dean yelled and the pain he inflicted. The only thoughts that he was making on his own were that he deserved this. And that this was all he was good for.