I will probably end this fic this week. Or next week, just because I need a few more finished stories on my plate lol. I'll also be trying to finish Don't Breathe a Word as well.
Though the idea I have for this chapter I'll probably end it finishing it next week lol.
Dean watched Sam sleep, not taking his eyes off of his brother. After he shouted for help once more they had finally concluded that Sam probably ruptured a small blood vessel, or had a small infection. Seeing how the caughing episode didn't resume they figured it was most likely the veesel. It was true what Castiel was had said. Sam was in danger of every little thing. And Dean was determined not to let anything bad happen to his brother anymore.
When Sam woke Dean asked if he was hungry. After thinking about it, Sam realized that he was.
"You're not going to feed me again, are you?" Sam asked, though, wearily. Dean sighed.
"I'm not sure if you're strong enough, to feed yourself," he answered honestly. "You've been through a lot the past few days Sammy."
"Yeah," sighed Sam, accepting that answer. "Doesn't mean I have to like it."
Dean smiled, glad his brother's sense of humor was in tact. It made up of for the humor that was lost in him at the moment.
He called out to Bobby and asked if he could bring some lunch. Bobby agreed and left to do just that, glad to be helpful.
"You can walk," Sam said, confused. "Why don't you get it?"
"Because it seems like every time I leave you, even for a little bit, you get hurt," Dean told him. "Until you're strength returns I'm not letting you out of my sight."
Sam wrinkled his nose.
"Does that mean I have to watch to you take a piss?"
Taken aback by the question Dean started to laugh some. It felt good to laugh.
"I guess I can leave you alone for a minute, seeing how the bathroom's right here," he nodded to other door that was in the room. Sam grinned at that response.
"Good, cause that wouldn't have been a pretty sight."
"How could you be so laid back about all this?" Dean decided to ask. "I don't understand...after everything Castiel did to you..."
"And everything he gave to me," Sam reminded him and he frowned.
"Gave to you?"
"He gave me my freedom, Dean. He's allowing me to choose my own destiny now. Yeah, I'm weak as hell at the moment and I hate that but....I can't be that upset because the demon blood's gone. You have no idea the kind of relief not to have that feeling or rage and hate pumping through your veins anymore." He sighed and shook his head. "It's like I can finally breathe again." He gave a quiver of a smile. "I bet that doesn't make any sense."
"No," Dean said softly. "It does. I remember being relieved to know that the demon bloods gone, but all that's happened to you I just sort of forgot about that relief. I began to hate Castiel for what he did to you."
He was inturrupted by Bobby who had given him the soup that had taken a while too simmer. Both Bobby and Dean had suspescted that it would be easier than usual for Sam to burn his tongue. Remembering Sam's complaint about feeding him Dean let Sam grab a hold of the spoon but gently helped raise it when Sammy couldn't do it by himself.
Things had been going smoothly until they heard Tom shouting for help in the livingroom. Both Dean and Bobby rushed out there without thinking.
"Tom, what the hell is going on?" Bobby said as Tom stood there, holding his rifle filled with rock salt.
"Demons," Tom gasped. "I don't understand...they didn't even attack me. I thought they were going to kill me."
"They?" Dean said sharply.
"Three of them," Tom stammered. "Three and they just vanished before-"
Suddenly they heard Sam shouting in the next room and Dean's eyes widened as he realized he did something he had just finished promising Sam he wouldn't do. Leave him.
"Sam!" The three raced to the room. One of the demons had his arm around Sam's throat and was pouring something down it. Dean grabbed Tom's riffle and hit sharply with the rock salt. The demon looked up and gave an almost hiss like noise before it left, along with the companions.
"Sammy!" He raced towards his little brother. Sam began to caugh and shudder onto Dean's shoulder.
"What the hell just happened?" He shouted at Bobby and Tom. The two elderly hunters glanced at each other.
"I'd like to know the same thing," Bobby growled and suddenly, before they could do anything, Sam started to give an earpericing scream as such pain as he never felt before radiated through his body...
Do you like this new twist? Should I still continue?