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Chapter 17 Ice

Sam drove the Impala back to the room and parked out front. He went in to check his brother. Dean was unmoved since he last saw him. Sam felt it was time Dean at least had some fluid in him. Sam grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge and tried to rouse Dean by patting his face gently and talking to him. When he remained still Sam put the cool bottle of water against Dean's face. It was a bit cruel and not something he wanted to do but he wanted some kind of reaction from Dean. He was really starting to worry about him. After a few minutes Sam took the bottle away. It had cooled Deans skin but got no reaction from him.

Sam pulled Dean up into a very limp sitting position and leaned Dean's back into his side.
"Enough is enough, Dean. You have to wake up now."
Sam tipped Deans head back a little and poured a little water into his mouth. He rubbed Dean's throat with his other hand to get Dean to swallow and let out a breath when Dean swallowed. Sam got half a bottle of water into Dean, taking his time and stroking Dean's throat. Dean closed his mouth and shook his head slowly. Sam was rewarded with Dean opening his eyes slowly and looking up into Sam's face. He surprised Sam by pushing his face into Sam's neck. Sam saw this as a sign Dean wanted to go back to sleep so he pulled Deans face off his neck and held it between his large hands. He wanted Dean to stay awake for a little while to assess how he was feeling and how much longer he was going to need to sleep the medication off.
"Come on, Dean. Wake up, buddy."
Dean opened his eyes a little more.
"That's it, you can do it."

Sam pulled Dean up off the bed and put his arm over his shoulder and walked him around the room, or should he say dragged him round the room. Dean's head lolled forward as Sam walked him round. After a few minutes he started to feel less cloudy and was able to recognize Sam's heavy breathing in his ear.
"What we doin?" He slurred.
"You are waking up for me Dean. You've been asleep for a long time. I want your company for a bit."
"Mmm," mumbled Dean.
He took more of his weight off Sam seeming to realize his little brother was having a hard time. After a few more minutes Dean was walking a bit steadier. Sam sat him on a kitchen chair. Sam was puffing a little but Dean just looked tired. Sam held Dean up with one hand and opened the bottle of water helping Dean to drink the rest of the bottle.
"How are you feeling?"
"Really tired. What did they give me at the hospital? It was hospital right?" Dean's voice was barely a murmur; his throat was husky from disuse and vomiting.
"You remember the hospital?"
"Bits and pieces."
"Do you remember the doctor?"
"The rough guy with the white coat, trying to stop me getting up?"
"That's the one; he gave you plenty of drugs man. I think you scared the crap out of him."
"Huh. I hit him with the cast so it was probably payback in his mind." Dean was starting to look sleepy again, speaking quite slowly.

Sam leaned forward and put his hand on Dean's thigh.
"Before you fall back to sleep, do you want some food?"
Before Dean could answer Sam pushed Dean back in the chair and was up getting the sandwiches out of the fridge. He opened the box and handed Dean half a sandwich, Dean looked less than enthusiastic but seeing his brothers worried eyes he took a bite and chewed slowly.
"Where's yours?" Dean asked Sam after he swallowed the bite.
"This is your lunch, which was almost six hours ago. How's your back feel?"
"A bit tender." Dean admitted.
"What about your face?"
"Numb. That would be the drugs you think?"
"Probably. You feel like they are still in your system?"
"Mmm." Dean nodded slowly, chewing but still looking sleepy.
"You want the other half?"
Sam offered Dean the rest of the sandwich as he pushed the last of the first half into his mouth. Dean made a face around his bite of sandwich and put his hand on his stomach which Sam took as 'if I have any more I'll explode.' Sam put the sandwich away and turned back to Dean.
"You can go back to bed if you want but I want to take a look at your back first."

To Sam's surprise Dean started to pull his hoodie sleeve off his cast. He found it hard going so Sam helped Dean pull the top off and then the T shirt underneath. Dean shifted around in the chair so Sam could see his back. His right hand moved to the back of the chair to steady himself, keeping his left hand in his lap. Sam's breath caught in his chest when he saw the bruise down Deans back. The dark bruise was on both sides of his spine but slightly wider directly behind the surgery Dean had for his kidney laceration. Sam followed the bruise at the widest point around to Dean's front. The skin looked blotched and slightly swollen as it came toward the scar from his last operation. It was fairy close to the scar from the Harpies claws that he had sewn himself but not close enough to cause the skin to have the colour and swelling it had.

Sam gently lifted Dean's left arm out of the way slightly causing Dean to look down at him.
"That's not my back, Sammy."
"Dean does this hurt?" He pressed his hand lightly to the area, his fingers rubbing across the scar. He noticed some warmth as well.
"Makes my back hurt a bit more." Dean winced slightly.
"We should ice it up, it looks sore."

Dean nodded slowly and Sam realized Dean would agree to anything just to go back to sleep, he looked dead on his feet. Sam pulled Deans T shirt and hoodie back on and helped him back into bed. Sam grabbed a medium sized clear plastic bag, which he sometimes used for laundry, and went the ice machine in the office to fill it with ice. Sam tied the bag off and wrapped a thin towel around it. He pulled the covers off Dean and rolled him on his right side and pulled the hoodie and T shirt up on his left side, then gently placed the wrapped ice on Dean's swollen side.
"Fuck." Dean hissed as the coldness hit. He tried to push the ice off.
"Its okay, Dean. This will make you feel better."

Sam lowered himself to the bed and placed his right hand over the ice then slid his left arm under Dean's right shoulder pulling Deans body into him effectively stopping Dean pulling the ice off his side. Dean balked slightly at the close contact then he realized what Sam was doing, taking his mind of the coldness, and he hugged Sam tight with both arms. Sam pulled his arm off the ice for a second to pull the covers up and keep the rest of Dean as warm as he could. Dean settled in Sam's arms and his head dropped on the pillow but when Sam pulled back slightly to look at his face his eyes were open. Dean's face was so close he should be uncomfortabl but instead he felt warm and proud to be looking after Dean for once.

Dean looked into his brothers eyes. They were lovely eyes up so close and he felt warm and protected even with the ice on his side. He liked Sam looking after him. He never thought he would, he had always done the looking after, the protecting, hiding his own injury's and ignoring the pain. Dean knew something had happened to him when their father had died. It was life altering when a parent died and John had been something of a hero to Dean.

As far as being a great hunter went Dean felt his dad had been the best, something of a superman. And superman didn't just die, damn it, that wasn't meant to happen. And then dying for him so Dean could live in his place? He had never felt more undeserving in his life. Then he had realized why his father had done it, to keep the boys together and that's when his outlook had begun to change. He wasn't meant to be with Sam just to save him. Sam was Dean's life and Dean was Sam's life. The things they would do for each other were insurmountable. Dean had been feeling it was time he showed Sam how he felt about him and why not now? He could blame it on the drugs when Sam tried to snot him one. Hey hang on didn't Sam kiss him earlier? Last night? Before he threw up, that was it.

Dean snatched the memory from where it was hiding, it had been good right? One way to find out. Before sleep took him again as it was threatening to do, Dean leaned forward and to his left and pushed hus nose under Sam's right ear. He was rewarded with Sam snuggling into his neck and took the chance to move up to where Sam's jaw meet his neck and kissed him softly.

Sam took a breath in and held it. Dean was kissing him of his own accord, just play cool and see what happens. Dean put his cheek against Sam's and rubbed them together stubble on stubble. It felt pretty sexy to Dean, surprising him. He kissed Sam's cheek where his cheek had been and Sam released the breath he had been holding growling low in his throat. Holy crap that was great! Then Dean kissed the corner of his mouth his lips soft and moist. Sam turned his mouth onto Deans wanting more and Dean reciprocated putting Sam's bottom lip between his and sucking softy then licking along it lovingly.

Sam wanted to push his tongue into Deans' mouth but Dean held his mouth closed kissing Sam's lips softly. Sam stopped pushing for entry and enjoyed the kiss. Dean's right hand stroked Sam's lower back and Sam sighed against Deans mouth. Dean smiled against Sam's mouth and opened his lips taking Sam's top lip between his and gently nibbled on it. As Dean let go of Sam's lip Sam pushed his tongue gently into Dean's mouth and Dean opened his mouth for Sam. Sam felt a line of heat streak up his stomach and chest as he plundered Deans mouth with his tongue. He took his hand off the ice and put it behind Dean's neck, pushing his thumb under Dean's jaw to improve the angle and deepen the kiss.

Dean let Sam explore his mouth, pushing his tongue against Sam's and enjoying the sensation. Dean's right hand snaked down to the bottom of Sam's T shirt and moved up under the clothes to Sam's bare skin. He smoothed his way up Sam's back, rubbing softly over the warm skin. Sam felt himself harden as Dean's hand smoothed over his bare skin and he had to pull out of Dean's mouth because he had no breath left. When Sam pulled his head back to pull in a breath Dean pushed his head forward and latched onto Sam's throat with his lips. He kissed and sucked and licked at Sam's throat making Sam moan loudly, unable to hold his enjoyment in.

Sam pulled Deans head back up wanting more of him but Dean surprised him by thrusting his tongue into Sam's mouth. Sam was instantly hard as a rock and getting close climax in just a few seconds. Dean's tongue explored Sam's mouth gently and lovingly, never seeming to get enough. Dean lifted his right thigh up between Sam's legs and moved his left leg over Sam's right deepening the contact between Sam's erection and his hard muscled thigh. Sam ran has hand through Dean's hair, loving the feeling of the hair over his fingers.

Dean pushed deeper and harder into Sam's mouth and Sam felt the pooling in his belly and he was aching for release. He moaned Deans name into his mouth and Dean got the message pushing his right thigh harder against Sam's hard erection. He felt the hardness through the material and Sam pumped against it fitfully, fighting Dean's mouth for dominance with his tongue and fisting Dean's hair painfully hard. Sam climaxed long and hard, panting into Dean's mouth, his moan of delight muffled against Deans mouth.

TBC

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