Chapter 15

Later that day Bobby, Sam and Dean were all on their way back to Bobby's from the hospital. Dean had decided that the wound on Sam's arm was too severe for him to simply stitch and wrap. So they loaded him into the car and forced him to get it checked out.

After three hours of waiting around, they were finally told that there wasn't really anything to worry about, that the 'pit-bull' had only slightly grazed the muscle and that he was very fortunate. So they stitched it, wrapped it, gave him some antibiotics to ward off infection, and sent them on their way.

Now they were following behind Bobby's truck in the Impala as they just passed into Bobby's neighborhood. They hardly said anything to each other since the attack. Sam kept his gaze out his window as he watched the houses pass by.

And as he had done for the past two days, Dean continued to look over at Sam just to make sure he was doing alright. But Sam kept his face blank.

Dean sighed as he turned his attention back to the road. "You're arm okay?"

Sam held it up and examined it, he then placed his arm back in his lap and looked over at Dean. "Yup."

Dean nodded, "Don't forget to take your pills when we get back to Bobby's, okay?"

Sam rolled his eyes, he was looking slightly annoyed. "Okay stop!"

Dean spared his brother a quick glance, and then looked back to the road. "Stop what?"

"Stop treating me like a child! I can take care of myself, thank you! I don't need you hounding me every twenty seconds!"

Dean's eyes widened, and his shoulders went slack. "Oh well, excuse me for trying to look out for you!"

Sam rolled his eyes again, "There's a difference between looking out for me, and stalking me Dean! I can't even take a piss without you staring at the door waiting for me to come out!" Sam argued.

Dean shook his head, "I do not!"

"Yes you do! I just need some space man, please! If I'm not allowed to go outside, then please stop hovering over me! It's like I have no space."

Dean shrugged and then nodded, "Fine. You got it. No more crowding you." He said angrily.

"And that doesn't mean that we stop looking out for each other." Sam clarified more calmly. "I'm just climbing the walls you know?"

Dean nodded slowly, never taking his gaze from the road.

Then they were at the house, Bobby's truck pulled into his dirt driveway kicking clouds of sand all around it. And Dean parked the Impala in front of the house.

Dean killed the engine and shoved his keys into his pocket. He saw Bobby get out of his truck and give them an apprehensive look. Dean held up his hand, signaling for Bobby to give them a moment to talk. Bobby nodded, and then proceeded into the house.

Dean then turned to Sam with a soulful look, "I promise, I'll try and give you more space. Alright?"

Sam looked over at Dean, and nodded, "Yea. Thanks."

Dean flashed Sam a brilliant smile then opened his door and a familiar creak was heard. He climbed out, and then slammed his door shut and locked it. Sam followed suit, but as soon as he climbed out of the car, his nose picked up something troubling. He'd smelled it before, it was stronger then, but now it was faint, as if it were from a few hours ago. However, it still made him cringe a little, and then growl threateningly.

This caught Dean's attention. His gaze shot over to his brother who was looking at the house angrily as he continued to growl. Not again! Dean thought.

"What is it Fido?" Dean asked jokingly.

Just then, Bobby's front door slammed open, and Bobby came into view with an angry and alarmed expression on his face.

"What is it Bobby?" Dean called cautiously.

"Son of a Bitch!" Bobby cried angrily. "The body, the werewolf, it's gone!"

"That the hell do you mean 'it's gone'? How does a corpse just up and vanish?" Dean questioned furiously.

"Demons." Sam said in a deep threatening tone. Dean and Bobby both looked at him with alarmed expressions.

"Demons? Demons took the werewolf?" Dean asked with disbelief.

Sam nodded, "In my vision the other day. The Yellow-Eyed Demon was possessing that werewolf."

Dean nodded and stared intently at Sam, "Gee, and you didn't think that was important, because..?"

Sam's head snapped in Dean's direction, "I thought he was dead! I thought you got him then! I wasn't sure what the vision meant."

"So now this is my fault?" Dean asked defensively.

"I never said it was!" Sam defended with a dangerous tone.

"I didn't even know demons could possess werewolves!" Dean said, sounding aggravated.

Sam shrugged, "I didn't either!" He snapped back.

"Alright enough!" Bobby snapped impatiently. "Fact is, Yellow-Eyes has the vessel in Sam's vision now. So we gotta be extra careful now. Especially you, Dean. Got it?"

Dean and Sam both gave reluctant nods. "Alright then. Let's get our butts inside."

The brothers' nodded again, and Sam slammed his door shut. They then followed Bobby into the house where they would talk about their next course of action.