Carnival of Death Ch. 4
As Sammy fought to regain control of his senses, he slowly made his way over to Dean. The first thing he saw was that his brother's side was covered in blood and a small pool of blood was starting to form on the floor. He found where the blood was coming from and immediately pulled off his outer shirt and used it to apply pressure to the wound in Dean's side. He had to get the bleeding stopped or Dean could bleed out. As he applied more pressure, he heard his brother moan in pain. Sammy quickly tore some strips off of the shirt and wrapped them around Dean's waist to keep pressure on the wound that had finally slowed to a trickle.
"Dean, c-can you hear m-me? You've g-got to w-wake up Dean. P-Please wake up" Sammy stammered needing his big brother to open his eyes.
Dean was in a state of confusion. He needed to find Sammy. He thought he could hear the sound of his little brother crying for him to wake up, but he was just so damned tired. Why was he so tired? He could feel something wet falling on his face. "Did I fall asleep outside in the rain?" He thought as his muddled mind tried to figure out what was happening.
"Please wake up Dean, Please don't leave me by myself, I'm scared" cried Sammy in a state of panic as he desperately tried to rouse his unconscious brother.
Dean could hear the urgency in his brother's words and knew that he needed to get back to Sammy. As he fought his way back to consciousness, Dean became aware of the intense pain that his body was in. He slowly opened his eyes to see his little brother hovering over him with tears streaming down his face. He tried to raise his hand up to brush away the tears from Sammy's face but found he couldn't move his arm.
"Son of a bitch, that hurts" he gritted through clenched teeth when pain spiked through his body from attempting to move his arm,
"What the hell happened?" Dean asked as his foggy mind tried to piece together what had happened to him.
"We were attacked by the rakshasa and you've been hurt pretty bad" Sammy replied with a shaky voice.
As things came became more clear to Dean, he realized where they were and knew they had to get the hell away from the carnival before security found them.
"Damn, we've got to get out of here now before somebody finds us" Dean said as he sat up with an enormous amount of effort. He knew he wouldn't be able to stand on his own so he said "help me up Sammy" as he reached out for his little brother.
It took three tries, but Sammy finally got Dean standing. Dean threw one arm over Sammy's shoulder while Sammy wrapped one arm around his waist to support him. They slowly walked out of the haunted house with each step causing pain to shoot through Dean's side. Before they had even made it half way to the car, Dean was panting with ragged breaths and was sweating profusely. At one point, his knees buckled and they fell to the ground.
As Sammy struggled to pull him up once again, Dean was hit with a sudden wave of nausea and his face turned deathly pale.
"S-Sick" he gasped as he bent over to expel the contents of his stomach. He used his uninjured arm to support his upper body as he heaved continuously. The strain was becoming too much and he felt his arm beginning to buckle. He started falling forward towards the nasty puddle he had just expelled.
Sammy rubbed his brother's back trying to offer comfort while Dean was throwing up. He watched as his brother's arm began to tremble and knew he was becoming too weak. Just as Dean's body started pitching forward, Sammy wrapped his arms around Dean's chest and pulled back keeping Dean from landing in his own vomit.
After the heaving finally subsided, Sammy helped Dean to stand once more. This time he was basically dragging Dean to the car while Dean fought to hold onto consciousness as he saw stars exploding in front of his eyes.
After what seemed like hours, the brothers finally made it to the car where Sammy leaned Dean up against the side of the Impala while he unlocked the doors. As Sammy went to help Dean into the drivers side, he was stopped when Dean suddenly halted and said "N-No, I can't do it S-Sammy, I don't have the s-strength to drive back to the m-motel and I can barely s-see. You're g-gonna have to do it."
"I can't Dean, I've only driven a couple of times and that wasn't on the road. Please don't make me do it" uttered Sammy, scared to death at the prospect of having to drive.
"You've got t-to, I c-can't st-stay awake l-long enough to…" Dean's eyes rolled up in his head as he lost the strength to stay conscious. Before he could slip to the ground, Sammy caught him and lowered him into the backseat of the Impala.
"Crap, what do I do now?" Sammy wondered aloud as he chewed on his bottom lip. He really didn't want to drive, but then they couldn't stay near the carnival either. He reached into the backseat and pulled the car keys out of Dean's pocket. After making sure that Dean was settled on the seat, he climbed into the driver's seat.
His hands were starting to shake a little as he turned the key and the ignition fired. "Here goes nothing" he thought as he put his foot on the brake and then eased the gear into the drive position and turned on the headlights. Sam took his foot of the brake and pushed on the gas. The car shot forward with a jolt and Sammy eased up on the gas pedal. He could do this.
Sammy was glad it was well after midnight and there wasn't hardly any traffic on the roads. He didn't think he could stand too many cars passing by as he clenched the steering wheel in a death grip. He was so nervous that he was sure his teeth would break as they kept gnashing against each other from the way he was shaking.
As he saw a car approaching on the other side of the road, he became even more nervous. He felt himself drifting off the side of the road and eased the car back on. He held his breath as the car drove by praying that whoever it was didn't see him driving. He glanced in the rearview mirror to see the car rounding a bend and disappearing from view. He sighed in relief as he continued on his way.
He drove for a solid thirty minutes before he saw their motel coming into sight. "Thank God" he whispered happy to have safely made it back to the motel. Now all he had to do was park the car and get Dean inside their room. Sammy eased the Impala up as close to their room as he could get it. He wasn't sure if he would be able to rouse Dean or not, and he knew he couldn't let anybody see him dragging his brother into the room in the shape he was in.
As soon as he parked the car, Sammy went over to their room and unlocked the door. He then returned to get Dean. As he opened the door, he gently shook his brother trying to wake him up.
"You've got to help me out here Dean. We've got to get you in our motel room and I don't think I can do it by myself" he said as he lightly smacked his brother on the cheek.
When he got no response, He rubbed his knuckles on Dean's sternum applying a little force and was rewarded with a groan.
"Dean, come on, you've got to wake up and help me here. We gotta go into the room" pleaded Sammy trying to capture his brother's attention.
"Mmhmm, in…min…ammy" Dean replied unintelligibly as his head lolled off to the side.
"No Dean, come on, you can do it" Sammy coaxed as he tried to pull his brother up into a sitting position.
Feeling his brother pulling on his shirt, Dean opened his eyes and blinked several times as he tried to focus.
"Sammy?" he questioned not sure if he was seeing who he thought he was seeing.
"Yeah, big brother, it's me. I need you to help me here Dean. We've got to get in the motel room or dad's going to be pissed."
Dean definitely didn't want to incur his dad's wrath so he put an arm over Sammy's shoulder and allowed Sammy to tug him to his feet. Dean shuffled his feet across the pavement as Sammy pulled him along. Sammy was able to get Dean inside their room and onto the motel bed before he once again passed out. Sam quickly went outside and grabbed their first aid kit from the trunk of the car and then locked the Impala up. He returned to the motel room and quickly lay down fresh lines of salt for protection before returning to his brother's side.
Now that they were finally back at the room and away from danger, Sammy's adrenaline was starting to diminish. He ran his hands through his hair and grasped it into his fists.
"What do I do now?" he thought as panic tried to settle in once again. Sammy paced around the room for a minute and then picked up the phone to call their dad.
"Please pick up" he pleaded to no avail as he heard his father's voice mail come on. Sammy waited for the voicemail message to end before saying, "I need you daddy, please come back" in a whimpering voice. He then hung up the phone as he tried Pastor Jim's number only to find out that he had left earlier in the day for a two week sabbatical. He tried Bobby and Joshua's numbers only to reach their voice mail also.
"Damn it" Sammy swore as he tossed the phone on the bed and hung his head. He felt tears coming to his eyes . He was all alone with no backup. Dean's life lay on his shoulders and he didn't know if he was good enough to meet the task of taking on that responsibility.
Pulling himself together, Sammy started undressing Dean so he could assess all of his brother's injuries. He quickly removed Dean's shoes and socks, and then pulled his brother's jeans off. Next he removed Dean's jacket and then got the scissors from the first aid kit so he could cut his brother's shirts off. He didn't want to move Dean anymore than was necessary.
Knowing that the bite wound needed to be washed out thoroughly, he grabbed some holy water from their duffle bag and poured it over the wounded area. He watched as steam immediately rose and Dean's back arched off of the bed as he reacted to the severe pain even in his unconscious state.
Tears once again flowed down Sammy's face knowing that he was hurting the one person who meant the world to him. How he wished his father was there to help. Knowing that he had to finish, he continued to flush the bite until no more steam rose from the wound and then he rinsed it with peroxide and covered the area with an antibiotic ointment.
Next, Sammy moved on to the knife wound. He cleaned the wound out and then prepared a needle and thread. The cut was deep enough where it would require stitches to close it up. Sammy's hands were shaking as he tried to thread the needle. His dad had him practicing his stitching technique for a few months now just in case the need ever arose and now Sammy was going to put that practice to real use.
Finally getting the needle threaded, Sammy pushed the needle through Dean's skin as he held the ends of the cut together with his other hand. He pulled the needle and thread through. He felt sick to his stomach as he watched the way it pulled Dean's skin. He repeated the stitching steps until he had applied seven neat stitches in his brother's shoulder, praying that it wouldn't leave too much of a scar. He applied an antibiotic ointment to that area also and then covered it with a sterile gauze pad.
Sammy really hated having to take care of the last wound, the area where Dean's side was pierced by the mirror because he knew he would have to check for any fragments of the mirror that could still be in there. He took two deep breaths and then left them out slowly to help calm his frazzled nerves. He removed the forceps from the first aid kit and soaked them in peroxide. Next he used the forceps to prod in Dean's side feeling around for any pieces of glass as the blood started flowing from the wound once again. He found and removed two pieces of shattered glass carefully so as not to cause any more damage. Lastly, he applied pressure to the bleeding side once again until the flow of blood had stopped. Finally, he was able to stitch up the wound with five neat stitches.
By the time Sammy had taken care of all of Dean's wounds and checked his brother for signs of a concussion, he collapsed on the bed beside Dean totally exhausted and cried himself to sleep from the pain he was suffering in his head and his back.
TBC