Chapter 2:
Bobby's pickup truck pulled up to the motel little less than 2 hours after speaking with Dean on the phone. Dean was picking up and wasn't calling him back. This frightened Bobby. "Dean must be hurt worse than he's letting if he isn't calling me", Bobby thought. He pulled out the paper on which he wrote down the motel name and room number and frantically searched for Dean. Finally he found it, the Honeymoon Suite.
He swings the door open and spots him. There's Dean, writhing on the ground in pain from his brother's stupidity. He runs over and sees the blood that was once hidden from view inside Dean's body. "Oh my god! Dean….wake up! Come on now; let me see those green eyes of yours!" Dean's only motion in terms of a response was a slight whimper of pain, terror and sadness all mixed in one. Finally, Bobby heard him speak. In a voice so faint, almost distant in sound, Dean said, "Bobby……help…fight….glass….Sam……back…..pain." Dean's words were all mixed up, Bobby couldn't figure it. Although it is pretty easy to piece together the puzzle of what happened here.
"Dean what hurts the most? I want to help you, but I need you to clue me in here." Dean says, "The glass….from the table I….laying….right side and lower back. Not deep, but I can't reach." Bobby turns Dean so he can assess the damage Sam has inflicted on Dean. Bobby takes in a breath filled of terror. The terror was aiming towards the sight of these wounds. "Dean, I can't fix you here. There aren't sufficient supplies and no drugs to help with pain and….." Dean stopped him abruptly during his thoughts. He raised a hand slowly and painfully saying, "Help me to your car. Drive me home please. You can fix me there. Just take me home."
"Dean…..? You sure…? I don't think you should….." Dean stopped him again. He simply stated, "Bobby just take….me…home. Please." Reluctantly he did as instructed and slowly led Dean into his car. Once settled inside the car, Dean looked so tired. "Dean. Sleep for now. I will wake you when we get there. I know it hurts, just hold on. I'm gonna make it better."
"He lost so much blood. He's so pale in this moonlight. Dean reminds of a small, frail child when he looks like that. I hate Sam for doing this to him. Right now I need to focus on helping Dean." Dean's semi-conscious form was fighting sleep while his mind was trying to enter repair mode. He fought until the last possible second. Just before darkness took him Dean quietly said, "Why Sam? Why did you do this?" Dean slept the entire way back to Bobby's yard.
TBC