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Trapped

Chapter fourteen

Dean sped back to the motel. He knew he couldn't take Sam to the hospital even though he knew it was where Sam ought to be. If his brother was admitted to the hospital and the doctors saw the bruises on his body and the whip marks on his back they would notify the cops and that was something they always tried to avoid. All he could do was get Sam to a motel and cleaned up, hopefully once he got some rest he would be fine. But the blood loss really bothered him, Sam was extremely weak and Dean didn't know if rest alone would help him. If his brother got worse he'd have no choice but to take him to the hospital and deal with the consequences.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that their car was still parked in front of the motel where they had left it. As he pulled in next to it he heard Sam moan.

"Sam? Sam you awake?" Dean asked as he put his arm on the back of the seat and looked back.

"Dean? Dean….what's going on? Where did you come from? … What about the bank?" Sam was confused and had no idea where they were. He tried to get up but was too weak and collapsed back to the seat. "Dean…you got to get out of here…things went wrong…."

"It's okay Sam, we're far from the bank….It's over…it's all over with."

"They got away with the money?"

"Yeah, but that's not our concern right now. Our concern is getting out of here and holding up somewhere so you can get some rest."

"But the cops…won't they be looking for me?"

"They don't know you were involved. The customers seem to think you were just another victim and we want to keep it that way."

"Dean, I got to know…did I hurt anyone?" Sam asked softly, worried what Dean's answer might be.

"No, it didn't look that way."

"Oh thank God." Sam shut his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Dean got out of the car and opened the back seat door.

"Sam, I got to get you out of the car and into our car. Just take it easy… just lean on me." Dean knew the car was stolen and that they had to ditch it and get out of there as soon as possible. He helped Sam out of the car and into the Impala's back seat then quickly sped out of the motel's parking lot.

"How're you doing?" Dean glanced in the rear view mirror at Sam who lay partially propped up in the back seat his face smeared with dry blood.

"I'll be okay. How 'bout you?" Sam knew Dean had also taken a beaten at the hands of Keith.

"I'm fine."

"We got to go after them Dean. We can't let them just walk away from this."

"Sam the cops are out looking for them and we want to be far away from them if they find them, we don't need the cops snooping into our business." Dean also wanted to go after the men but he knew Sam was hurting and his first priority was to make sure he was okay, besides Sam was way too weak to get involved in a fight.

"But we can't just let them get away."

"If the cops don't get them we'll track them down later…. Don't worry about them Sam, right now all we need to worry about is putting some distance between us and this town."

Later

Dean kept driving till he crossed over the state line. He had stopped frequently along the way to check on Sam who had passed out and slept for the majority of the trip. Dean wished he could have stopped at one of the many motels they passed along the way to thoroughly check out his brother but he knew they had to get far away from the bank and the cops before they'd be able to relax. He knew when the cops went to the hospital to check on them and found out they never showed up they would be suspicious. Luckily they didn't know who they were or what kind of car they were now driving. The only thing that worried him was whether or not Sam's face had been captured on the security camera before he had smashed them. Dean figured once they found a motel he'd take care of Sam then watch the news and see what he could find out about the bank robbery.

Motel

Dean pulled up at the motel and paid for a room then went back to the car and opened the back door, he leaned inside. Sam lay curled up on the seat his face facing the back of the car.

"Sam…come on Sam I got to get you inside." Dean gently shook Sam's shoulder. When Sam didn't move Dean shook him a little harder. "Sam we're at the motel, come on you can rest inside, let's go."

When Sam still didn't answer Dean put his hand on Sam's shoulder and turned him toward him. Sam's face was cold and deathly pale as blood once more poured from his nose.

TBC