Not What We Seem Chapter 6
Right, I'm going to have to type the rest of it up now! I've just finished the whole story after really annoying my family with it for the past few days so I'm sort of dedicating it to them.
"No-no no… Sammy wake up." Holding his brother close Dean began to rock back and forth, trying to comfort his broken brother. Realising Sam was slipping in and out of consciousness Dean spread his brother's long body out on the grass. The clearing that had looked so beautiful only moments before looked bleaker now Sammy was injured. Feeling the hairs on the back of his neck tingle Dean reluctantly tore his gaze from his brother's slack features to see Blondie, standing over them.
"Is he ok?"
"I'm going to kill all of you for even touching my brother!"
Dean's voice cracked with emotion as he slowly raised himself to his full height. Which was tall. Glaring at the vampire in front of him, Dean pulled out his hunting knife bursting with fury that Sam was led on the muddy ground struggling for breath.
"I'm sorry. That wasn't meant to happen." Blondie was obviously distressed; he kept running his hands through his perfect hair. "I'm a doctor; I can help, let me help."
"You're not getting your filthy blood sucking hands anywhere near him!" Dean could barely see in front of him, his emotions were literally blinding him. All he could hear was his father's voice, repeating the same phrase over and over again
"Protect your little brother Dean. That's your job."
And now Dean felt like he'd let them both down, just like he always did. Trying to clear his head of emotions like his father had taught him, Dean turned his thoughts to the vampires in front of him. The emo vampire was tugging at Blondie's arm begging him to move away. Taking a step forward Dean raised his knife and hissed through gritted teeth
"You're not going anywhere!"
As the vampires stepped back in fear from the look of pure hatred flashing across the hunter's face, he started to run towards them
"De-uh-een? Please give them a chance!"
Sam spluttered and coughed as he tried to get more words out but his body's need to breathe came first. He found himself gasping for air and could feel his chest tightening; Sam's vision grew cloudy as he slipped into the comfort of the unconsciousness that beckoned him.
Dean turned to acknowledge his brother as he begged the eldest Winchester to let the vampires go. His greeny-blue eyes looking straight into Dean's, seeing directly into his soul, asking him not to harm these monsters. Sammy's blind faith in people still amazed Dean, these people had hurt him, yet he was still willing to give them a chance. Seeing Dean lower his knife, Sam nodded slightly before closing his eyes, knowing his job was done for now. During this unspoken conversation between the two brothers the Cullen's made their swift escape. Dean didn't care for now. He raced to his brother's side begging Sammy to wake up. His brother could be a stubborn bitch when he wanted to and he wasn't going to grace his older brother with his fully conscious presence. Ripping his brother's shirt open Dean tried to pinpoint the source of the youngest Winchester's breathing problems. Seeing the dark purple bruises across the left side of Sam's chest Dean concluded it was probably broken ribs putting pressure on his lungs. If Dean could get Sam back to the motel he could probably patch him up till he could drive him to Bobby's and get it properly seen to. Dean let out a sigh of relief; the injury was nothing they couldn't deal with. Now he just had to work out how to get all 6"4 of his brother through a mile of forest and back to the motel.
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There was a crisis at the Cullen's. The house was deathly quiet as the nest of vampires mulled over what Edward had just told them. Running his hands through his hair yet again, Carlisle broke the silence by announcing his guilty feelings.
"I should've stayed. I'm a doctor for God's sake! I could've helped."
Trying to calm her husband down, Esme spoke soothingly to him.
"Dean wouldn't have let you anywhere near his brother, he would've killed you first, and then you wouldn't have been able to help anyone."
Taking control of the situation, Esme turned to Edward, asking him
"So you think Sam would listen to us?"
"Errmm… Well yeah I think so… but to try and persuade him I'd have to talk to him, which I've got no chance of doing if Dean's there. And after that-errmm unfortunate incident" Edward paused and looked down at his shoes uncomfortably" I'm not sure he would listen. But I suppose I could try; it's not like we've got any other options. Running away would just mean they follow us."
"But what about Dean? I don't believe he's a bad guy; he really cares about his little brother which is a rare thing nowadays. Unfortunately when we hurt Sam, we hurt Dean."
Bella's gentle voice pointed out the flaw in the vampire's plan. The question hung in the air as the group struggled to find an answer. Suddenly Alice gave a gasp and started to sway slightly, her pale gold eyes turning into a glassy stare. Jasper put his arm around her shoulders and guided her gently to the nearby sofa. Waiting for Alice's vision to finish the Cullen's fell into an uncomfortable silence. Looking up suddenly Alice's eyes turned back to their usual lifelike state and, smiling meekly she told the anxious vampires,
"I don't think getting Dean away from Sam is going to be a problem anymore. He's coming for us and he's majorly pissed."