Title: When it rains, it pours.

Author: Disasteriffic Kaz

Info: A derelict mountain-top hotel, a blood-thirsty beast and a supernatural monsoon; what could possibly go wrong? Hurt!Sam hurt!Dean some comfort/awesome!Winchesters all around. Post 6x15 "The French Mistake"

Author's note: Somehow, this chapter devolved into a hurt/comfort/angst/humor fest. Lol So…back to the action next chapter. Pinky swear! XD

Do please Review once you've read. :D Every comment and vote of support helps keep me writing. Not to mention if I've pooched anything, someone can always tell me. :P

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Rufus was boneless and quickly began to slide out of the seat. "Dammit." Bobby stopped him with a hand on his chest and looked around the room. "Ok." He reached back to the bed and yanked the sheet the rest of the way off. He twisted it and looped it around Rufus' chest, tying it off to hold him in place and stood with a stretch to survey his handiwork. He rubbed a hand into his aching back. "The things I do for you."

He stripped the other sheet off the bed and draped it over Rufus up to his shoulders to hide the binding holding him up. "Now, let's smile and see if we can't wheel your happy ass outta here before someone notices. Bobby pushed him to the door and checked the hall before wheeling him out. He was incredibly disturbed by a silent, unmoving Rufus. He wasn't meant to be this way. He should have been cussing, hurling insults and railing at being wheeled around like an invalid. "Get you back to your cheerful self in no time." Bobby said softly to him and nodded easily at a passing nurse. He picked up the pace once she was past and headed for the disused wing again and hoped Sam would have the antidote ready when they arrived.

CHAPTER 7

Sam stood back from the table and stretched the kink out of his back from hunching over it so long. The antidote was finished. He grimaced as Dean's dried blood cracked and flaked from his shirt, noticing it for the first time since returning. "Yech." Sam pulled both shirts over his head and went to his duffel. He pulled out a fresh t-shirt and slipped it on before going to sit beside his brother.

"Hey, Dean." Sam brushed a hand over his forehead and frowned. "You're running a fever dude. Not cool." Sam went quickly into the bathroom and wet a towel down with cool water and took it back. He laid it across Dean's brow. "Antidote's finished. Bobby should be back soon with Rufus and we'll get you fixed up." He rested a hand on Dean's shoulder and didn't care if his brother was still alert in there somewhere; he needed the tactile comfort. Every moment Dean remained in the coma drove the fear deeper into him. If asked, he'd blame the trembling of his hands on too much coffee rather than the sense of impending loss he couldn't seem to battle away.

"This monster is not getting you, Dean." Sam said fiercely. He was tempted to give Dean the antidote now but the saner voice in the back of his head told him to wait for Bobby; to let the older Hunter check his work and make sure it wasn't lethal. Sam sneezed explosively and wrapped a hand around his aching head, his arm around the nagging pain in his chest and then looked down at his brother and smirked.

"Blew a booger on your shirt, Dean." Sam said through a congested voice. The cold or flu he had caught had yet to leave him. "Gonna leave it there too unless you wake up." Sam studied his face for any sign of wakefulness. "Dammit, Dean. Please." He whispered. He heard the rumble of Bobby's truck outside and forced himself to straighten and let go of his ribs. He had more important things to worry about than a stupid cold and bruised rib. He stood as Bobby opened the room door.

"Sam. Come help me lug this dead weight in here?" Bobby smiled and glanced to the bed. "He wake up?"

Sam shook his head and followed Bobby outside. "No change. He didn't even twitch."

"Gonne be fine, son." Bobby clapped a hand to the younger Winchester's shoulder and pulled open the door of his truck.

"Did you have any trouble getting him out?" Sam took Rufus' shoulders and rolled him out, supporting him while Bobby took his legs and swallowed the groan as the added weight pulled uncomfortably across his chest.

"Naw. Friggin country yokels. Had no clue." Bobby grinned and followed as Sam backed into the room and soon had Rufus lain out on the other bed.

"Geez." Sam shook his head at the sad state of the older Hunter. "I think he's lost more weight since we saw him."

"Alright. Let's see your handiwork." Bobby went to the table and left Sam to watch over their charges while he checked the antidote. "You followed all the instructions?" He looked over his shoulder and chuckled at the disgusted look on Sam's face. "Of course you did. Stupid question." He trusted Sam's ability almost as well as his own and wasted no time pouring the viscous liquid out in two doses in the motel cups. He turned and handed one to Sam. "Now, this recipe is two thousand years or more outta date, Sam. I don't know what this is gonna do."

Sam nodded. "It might kill them." He took the cup and went to sit beside Dean. "They'll die anyway, Bobby. What choice do we have?"

"None." Bobby carefully tilted Rufus' head back, opening his mouth while Sam did the same with his brother. "Bottom's up."

Sam tipped the carefully, pouring the dark potion in. He dropped the cup and closed Dean's mouth, pinching his nose shut to encourage him to swallow. He watched and a moment later saw Dean's throat work and then everything went sideways. Dean spasmed. "Bobby?"

"I know." Bobby put his hands on Rufus' shoulder as he lurched and suddenly Rufus' knee slammed into Bobby's back, tipping him forward and knocking his head into the wall. "Balls!"

Dean lunged up from the bed as one arm swung out. His fist caught Sam in the eye and knocked him from the bed. Sam hit the floor with a pained grunt seeing stars. "Shit!"

"Hold him down!" Bobby shouted and cringed as both men screamed; loud, long and guttural.

Sam scrambled back to the bed at the sound of his brother's voice in such distress. Dean was never supposed to sound like that. He pinned his brother to the bed, catching his flailing arms. "Dean! Dean, stop!"

"I don't think this is them!" Bobby grunted with the effort of keeping Rufus still. "It's Ninurta. He's using the link with them."

Proving that the underworld Demon had some measure of control, Dean's body wormed free of Sam's grasp and slammed a hand into his throat, wrapping around and squeezed tightly.

"Guh…Dean." Sam scrabbled at the powerful fingers and stared down as his airway was closed off. Dean's eyes had yet to open and Sam knew he was still unconscious; still in the grip of the coma. He managed to knock Dean's hand free and growled. Sam reared back, avoiding another powerful blow and instead pulled Dean up and slid in behind him. He wrapped his arms around Dean, pinning his brother's arms to his sides and pulled him back to control him. "Bobby? You ok?" Sam asked and looked over now he had room to breathe.

"Just…peachy." Bobby was practically sitting on Rufus' chest at that point and had both the man's hands in a vice grip as he struggled and screamed.

Sam squeezed Dean more firmly as the struggle continued and he screamed again. "Dean. Stop. It's ok. Wake up now. You gotta wake up, Dean." Each agonized shout seared across his soul. His brother's head whipped back, trying to hit him and Sam buried his face in the back of Dean's neck to protect himself. "How long can this last?"

"How the hell…should I…dammit Rufus…know?" Bobby took another knee to the back and did his best to keep his friend from hurting himself or him.

Sam held on as Dean thrashed and shouted and then, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Dean went limp in his grasp. "Dean? Dean!" Sam shifted him, letting Dean's head fall into the crook of his elbow and heard Bobby yelling Rufus' name along with him.

Dean floated slowly up as the burning that had assaulted him suddenly cooled. He heard his brother's voice and followed the sound, unable to resist the fear he heard there. The ingrained need to protect Sam forced him awake when all he wanted to do was sleep. "S'mmy?"

"Ah god." Sam let his head drop into Dean's hair in abject relief at the sound of Dean's voice slurring his name. He pulled his head back and watched his eyes flutter open. "Hey, Dean."

Dean looked up and found Sam's worried, Hazel eyes peering closely down at him. It took him a moment to realize he was being held against his little brother's chest and practically in his lap. He groaned. "Dude." Dean cleared his throat and rolled his eyes lazily. "Such a g…girl."

Sam laughed softly; his sore throat tight with relief. "You fought us. We had to hold you down to let the antidote work."

Dean raised his head minutely and saw Bobby on the other bed beside Rufus. "Hey…Rufus." Dean's voice was hoarse. He smirked as the elder Hunter's eyes rolled to meet his. "You look…like crap."

Rufus found enough energy to raise one hand and flip Dean off. "Jackass." Bobby chuckled and stood from the bed as Rufus' eyes came back around to him. "Bobby. What in hell…you doin' here?"

"Savin' your sorry ass, obviously." Bobby scowled down at him.

"Dean? You ok?" Sam frowned as Dean's eyes fluttered again and then closed. His entire body relaxed all at once into Sam's arms. "Dean?"

Bobby rushed to the bed and clapped a hand to Dean's throat. He smiled and squeezed Sam's shoulder comfortingly. "He's alright, son. Just out for a while. Let him sleep it off." He looked over to see Rufus had passed out as well. "Wore themselves out."

Sam nodded, swallowed and then sneezed. "Dammit." He groaned. He gently eased out from behind his brother and laid him back in the bed. The sneeze had tightened his chest and made him want to gasp. He fought the urge. Bobby didn't need three bodies to take care of.

"You alright?" Bobby looked Sam over carefully and began to wonder if he'd missed something. He still had twinges of distrust sometimes when he looked at Sam and it was an effort on his part to remember that the pale kid sneezing his head off and the one who'd almost cut his heart out were two different people.

"Just this stupid cold." Sam smirked. "You want, I can cough on you."

Bobby cuffed the back of his head. "Smart-ass." He flipped his ball cap up with one hand and scrubbed the other through his disorderly hair before settling it back. "I'm gonna go stock us up for the invalids. Dean probably won't be down long but Rufus is gonna sidelined a few days."

Sam chuckled. "He's gonna be pissed."

"Well he can stuff it." Bobby scooped his truck keys off the table and went for the door muttering about ungrateful idiots with no sense.

Sam gently tugged the blanket out from under his brother and covered him with it. He turned and did the same for Rufus, smirking at the medical gown. Then he took a minute to just lean over, hands on the nightstand to support himself and tried to give himself room for a deep breath. "Shit." He said softly and scrubbed a hand over his face. The fever was attempting to make a comeback if the warmth of his face was anything to go by and he decided he needed a shower. "Don't go anywhere." He said softly to both men with a smile and went into the bathroom. He left the door cracked so he would hear if either of them woke and called.

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Dean groaned his way back to wakefulness. He blinked tired eyes open and was relieved to find himself not wrapped up in his brother's arms like a friggin infant anymore. He did not do helpless well. "Sammy?" He called and then registered the sound of the shower running. He laid his head back and considered going back to sleep but his bladder chose that moment to remind him he hadn't done something for a while. "Dammit."

Dean took his time sitting up and winced as the wound on the back of his shoulder pulled. He hunched on the side of the bed and looked over to the other. Rufus still slept soundly with a sheet pulled up to his neck. Dean cleared his throat, wondering why it was sore and had a vague memory of screaming. He shook his head and staggered to his feet. It took him a moment to steady himself and then he wove carefully across the room to the bathroom as the shower cut off. He braced his hand on the frame for a moment, giving his brother time a minute and then nudged the cracked door with his foot.

"Hey, Sam. Need the john out here, dude." Dean said and then reared back as the door jerked open on a wet little brother, towel wrapped around his hips and eyes wide in surprise.

"Dean!" Sam stared and then grinned. "Nice to see you vertical for a change."

"Whatever, I gotta piss." Dean waved a hand to move him from the door and started in. He stopped as Sam brushed past him and darted a hand out to grab Sam's arm, stopping him. "What the hell, Sammy?" He stared at Sam's chest. A wide, purpling bruise rode across his ribs. Dean dragged his eyes up and sucked in a breath. He reached out and brushed fingers over the ring of bruising on his brother's neck. It had the distinct impression of a handprint. "Who the hell did this and can I kill them?" He growled.

"Huh?" Sam frowned. He turned back into the bathroom to look in the mirror. "Shit." He hadn't even noticed. He turned back to look at Dean and sighed. "Dude, it's nothing. I'm fine."

"Bullshit." Dean pulled him out of the bathroom. "Put some pants on while I take care of business. No shirt. You hear me, Sam? Bobby looked at that yet?" He gestured to Sam's ribs and the guilty look on his face told him Sam had been hiding it. He shook his head and slapped the bathroom door shut behind him.

"Well, hell." Sam groaned. The shower had lessened some of the ache from his bruised ribs but strengthened the congestion steadily taking over his breathing and now he was in for it with Dean. "Day gets better and better." He said ruefully and went to his duffel. By the time Dean came out of the bathroom Sam had his jeans on and was pulling a t-shirt over his head.

"Nuh uh." Dean grabbed the shirt and yanked it away. "Sit dammit."

Sam debated arguing but Dean looked so pale still he swallowed the argument and dropped to the side of the bed. "Fine. But I'm ok."

"Who throttled you?" Dean sat beside him. "Arm up. I don't remember the god-monster getting hold of you." He ran his hands over the bruising on his brother's chest feeling for anything wrong, any give where it shouldn't be and grimaced each time Sam winced. "Sorry, buddy." He pressed a little harder on the right side where the bruising was deepest.

"Was…it was you." Sam said finally through clenched teeth and closed his eyes as Dean's ministrations drove his pain level through the roof. "I mean, Ninurta…through you. Crap."

"I did that?" Dean stared anew at the imprint of his hand on Sam's throat and felt a new welling of rage at the creature. "Son of a bitch. I'm sorry, Sammy."

Sam shook his head and opened his eyes again to look earnestly at the guilt-ridden face beside him. "It wasn't your fault, Dean. You were in a coma for crying out loud. Ninurta was driving the bus. Same thing happened to Rufus. I'm pretty sure Bobby's got some new bruises."

"This from me too?" Dean asked, pointing to his chest.

"No. The creature." Sam grimaced when Dean reached into the nearby medical kit and came up with a bandage. "I had to tackle it to get it off you and give Bobby time to get its blood."

"You tackled it?" Dean's voice rose and he glared at him. "Are you stupid? I mean seriously, Sam. What the hell were you thinking? What happened to the plan?"

"What happened was that thing trying to tear a piece out of you!" Sam retorted angrily and prepared for another fruitless attempt to remind Dean that protection went both ways.

"Anytime you ladies wanna break it up." Rufus' weary voice came from the other bed and startled them both into silence.

Sam dissolved into a coughing fit. The effort of yelling at his brother had filled his throat with phlegm. "Sorry….Rufus." He gasped and groaned as Dean thumped him not so helpfully on the back. "Dude…stop. Ow."

"Serves you right." Dean grumbled. "How you feeling, Rufus?" He asked but his eyes never left his distressed little brother.

"Like I been chewed up and spit out wet by Godzilla." Rufus groaned and pushed himself up slowly until he was sitting.

"Gojira." Sam corrected absently and grinned when his brother snorted in disgust.

"Geek." Dean muttered. "Arms up, dumbass." He unraveled the beginning of the bandage and glared at Sam until he complied wordlessly. "Nothing's broken. Might be cracked though. No screwin' around, Sammy. Pain gets worse you tell me." Again, Sam nodded and said nothing. Dean took it as a win.

"I see you met my friend." Rufus nodded at the bruising across Sam's chest. He gave Dean a long look and spotted the blood stained bandage on the back of his shoulder. "Damn. Ugly take a bite out of you too?"

Dean nodded as he wrapped the bandage tightly around Sam's chest. "Had to get some of its blood to save you." He snorted. "And me apparently. Bobby…hey, where is he?"

"Went to…to get food." Sam sucked in a breath. "Too tight, Dean."

"Has to be tight, dufus." Dean cuffed the back of his head and tucked the end of the bandage in neatly. He pulled the first aid kit over and rummaged through, pulling out a bottle of Tylenol. "Here, before that fever takes over again."

Sam rolled his eyes and took the bottle. "Mother hen." Inwardly, it warmed him to have Dean fussing and pissed when he had come so close to being…Sam couldn't finish the thought as he went to the bathroom to take the pills. He wouldn't allow himself. It had been too close. He glanced up as he heard a peel of thunder rumble and then the steady white noise of pounding rain on the motel's roof. He swallowed the pills and went back out. "Sounds like Ninurta's a little pissed."

Dean was at the window looking out on the torrential downpour. The rain was so heavy it obscured the other side of the street. Another roll of thunder rattled the window in its frame. "What'd you do to piss him off?" Dean looked back with a smirk. "You talked to him, didn't you?"

"Bite me, Dean." Sam growled. "Might have something to do with the knife I left buried under his arm." He gave a smug smile to the look of surprise on his brother's face.

"Not bad, Sammy." Dean smiled.

"Someone wanna tell me what the hell Ninurta is?" Rufus rubbed a hand over his face and did his best to ignore how tired he was. "And tell me what damn day it is?"

Dean snorted a laugh. "You're up, Sam." He let the curtain fall and tossed his brother's t-shirt to him before looking at Rufus. "Bobby's gonna rip you a new one by the way."

"What the hell for?" Rufus growled up at him. "Aint my fault that thing's fast like a freak."

"Not doing research, not calling him." Dean shrugged. "Take your pick."

Sam grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and took one to Rufus. He handed the other to Dean. "It's a Sumerian underworld demon." He said and pulled his shirt on with a grimace. He quickly outlined everything they knew about Ninurta. When he was done Rufus rolled his eyes and slapped a hand over his face.

"I missed it. The damn rain." Rufus groaned and slipped further down in the bed. "Didn't even think the rain was part of it. Damn."

"You should get some more sleep." Sam told him kindly. "You've been in a coma for a couple days."

"Sleep when I'm dead." Rufus said, voice heavy with bad temper. The door opened suddenly and sopping Bobby stepped into the room with a bag in each arm. Rufus craned his head to look up at his old friend. "Shut it, Bobby."

"Oh goodie. The glee club's awake. All cheerful are we?" Bobby dead-panned and kicked the door shut behind him. He carried the bags to the table and set them down. "Got food here for ya." He gave Dean a smile and nodded. "You look better."

"Thanks Bobby." Dean said and the look he gave Bobby said for more than just the food. He grabbed Sam's elbow then as he passed. "But next time jeopardy boy here gets knocked around and tells you he's fine, remember he's full of crap."

"Dean. Hey!" Sam groaned and slapped at him when he grabbed the hem of Sam's shirt and yanked it up to reveal the bandages.

"Balls!" Bobby left the food and came over.

Sam found himself the center of some very embarrassing attention and rolled his eyes. He threw his hands up in the air and looked over at Rufus. "You can stop grinning or I can dump you back up with Ninurta." He said testily.

Rufus chuckled and wedged himself back down in the bed. "Better than daytime soaps around here."

"Bite me." Sam tossed back and grabbed his shirt, yanking it down. "Are you done yet?"

Bobby cuffed the back of Sam's head and glared at him. "Next time I ask if you're ok, you tell me." He turned back to Rufus, glare still in place. "And you, ya stupid son of a…what the hell kinda research you call this? You couldn't call me? I sent these boys up here blind cause you're too damn stupid stubborn to pick up a phone!" He stalked to the bed to stand over him. "You woulda died if I hadn't caught wind of this job, you get that?"

"Don't you start with me, Singer!" Rufus yelled and pushed himself back up. He didn't want to be flat on his back while Bobby shouted at him. "I been doin' this a lot longer than you. I know what I'm doing. Sure as hell don't need you holdin' my hand on a job like a little girl!"

"Oh yeah, you're a real professional, Rufus." Bobby waved a hand at his current state. "Had it all under control did ya?"

Dean and Sam both backed away from the men as they shouted it out, exchanging amused looks. "Food?" Dean asked softly.

Sam smirked and nodded, following him to the table. "Mom and Dad are fighting dude."

"I heard that you little shit." Bobby said suddenly. Sam hunched and turned, raising his hands in surrender with a grin. "Why don't you do something useful. Go get the shotguns and clean em. They're water-logged from all this damn rain."

"That'll teach ya." Dean laughed softly and dug into the bag. He pulled out a cheeseburger and grinned. "Oh yeah baby."

Sam shook his head and went for the door. He stepped warily around Bobby, smirking. "Sorry, Bobby."

"Show some respect for your elders, boy." Rufus glared up at him.

"Oh man." Sam chuckled and opened the door. The rain was pouring even harder. The other side of the parking lot was hidden in a wet fog. The air felt charged and he looked down to watch the hairs on his arms standing up. Sam looked up and barely had time to register Bobby beside him before the world exploded in light and sound.

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To Be Continued…