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Blood Moon

Chapter nine

Dean spent the next few hours walking through the woods trying to find some sign of Sam. Finally he went back to his car and drove around the perimeter of the woods praying he'd see his brother walking along the roadside.

"Where are you Sammy….where are you?" He kept repeating to himself over and over as he looked out the window and into the darkness hoping to spot Sam.

Dean knew now that he had killed Barnet they had to head out of town. The last thing they needed was to become involved in a police investigation. But he couldn't leave without Sam and right now he had no idea where he was or even if he was still alive. Was Sam out looking for a victim or had he become Barnet's victim and now lay dead from his injuries somewhere in the woods? Or was Sam alive and would kill tonight and taste human blood? Was he going to lose his brother to this virus? Dean slammed his hand down on the steering wheel in frustration as a million different thoughts filled his mind.

"Damn it Sammy where are you?" Dean whispered as he fought back tears.

Dawn

Dean drove around the area throughout the night frantically looking for his brother.

"Where the hell are you Sammy?" Dean knew the longer it took to find Sam the more likely it was when and if he did find him it wasn't going to be good. He had watched Barnet attack Sam and knew he had been injured but how bad he had no idea. For all he knew his brother could be lying dead somewhere. He was just about to park the car and once more head into the woods when he spotted something lying in a drainage ditch alongside the road. He pulled over, got out of his car, and hurried over to the ditch.

"Sammy!" Dean shouted when he realized it was his brother and quickly jumped down next to him. Sam lay curled up on his side in the ditch covered in blood and debris he had been barely visible from the road and Dean knew it was a miracle he had found him at all. "Sammy…" Dean said as he put his hand on Sam's shoulder then gently rolled him onto his back. He winced when he saw the cuts and bruises that covered his brother's body. "Oh God Sammy…." Dean blinked back tears as he pulled Sam into his arms. He had no idea how bad his brother had been hurt but he could tell from all the blood in the ditch that he had lost a lot of blood. He pushed Sam's long dark hair out of his eyes. "Sammy…come on Sammy I need you to wake up for me…come on buddy…open your eyes…." He talked softly as he patted Sam on the side of his face. Finally Sam moaned and slowly opened his eyes and looked into Dean's. "Thank God." Dean said as he let out the breath he didn't even realize he was holding. "Hey…" He gave Sam a little smile. "You had me worried."

"S...Sorry." Sam said as he tried to move but every movement ended with him wincing in pain..

"Sam just take it easy…I don't know how bad you're hurt." Dean said as he tried to check out Sam's injuries. He knew he shouldn't touch his brother's blood but as long as it didn't enter an open cut he should be fine, plus right now he didn't care about the blood, all he cared about was Sam. He hissed in his breath when he saw the deep wounds covering Sam's chest and shoulders and could feel heat radiating off of his body. "Sammy these look bad….I think I'm going to have to take you to the hospital." Dean knew the hospital would ask a million questions but he had no choice. Some of Sam's wounds looked deep and could be infected.

"No….no….Dean I can't….just get me back to the motel." Sam tried to get up but ended up collapsing back into Dean's arms.

"Sammy we don't have a choice. These cuts are deep and you need them cleaned out and stitched."

"You can do it….you've done it before."

"Sam this is different, you need professional help. … Beside's you're running a fever and…."

"Dean….I was attacked by a werewolf….How are they going to help me?" Sam's eyes filled with tears as he looked up at his brother. "Dean I'm scared. Last night….I could barely hold it together…next time I might not be able to."

"But you did. You saved my butt Sam. Somehow you held it together long enough to break out of the trunk and follow me. If it wasn't for you …I'd be dead."

"Yeah…but what you don't know is that it took all of my will power not to rip your throat out. Dean…the virus is in me and sooner or later I'm going to kill someone, maybe even you."

"Not if I can help it….Barnet's dead so his blood line stops with you. As long as you don't taste human blood I'm thinking the virus will lose its potency with each full moon, and that means the urge to kill will lessen."

"And how many months will that take, or how many years? Dean…you should have shot me back there. I should have died with Barnet."

TBC