Chapter Thirteen
Having already put everything in the car, and signed out of the motel before they left to go check out Winchester House, Dean set immediately out for the highway.
Turning onto the first back road he saw, Dean drove a little before pulling over. Sam was about to question him, when Dean motioned for him to get out of the car.
Sam complied and slowly moved to stand beside the car, wincing as he jarred his ribs. Suddenly, a bottle of water and two painkillers were thrust in his face. Looking up, Sam saw Dean holding both out, looking at him expectantly.
With a brief smile, Sam took the pills and the water using the latter to take the other. "Thanks."
Dean nodded and turned back to the open first-aid kit he had placed on the hood of the car. "Take off your shirt."
It took Sam a few moments and a little bit of help, but he managed to get the hoodie off, revealing that his right side was lovely shades of purple, black and blue.
Dean poked at his ribs for a moment before grabbing a tension bandage, "They're not broken, but they're going to hurt like hell. Hold still."
Sam snorted, regretting the action when it brought on a wave of pain, "They already do."
Once he was done wrapping Sam's ribs and taking care of the reopened gouge on his cheek, Dean allowed Sam to clean and bandage the cut above his eyebrow.
Driving the Impala slowly down the dirt road, it was moments before Dean broke the silence that had fallen over them, "Sammy?"
Tiredly Sam replied, "Yeah?"
"We are never talking about anything that happened here again."
"Agreed," Sam said before giving into the painkillers and falling asleep, a smile on his face when he heard Metallica come on. He supposed he could live with it just this once.
The end