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Chapter 23 Car

Dean kept his cast above the water, not that it was helping much. It was getting wet from the rain as he swam in a demented looking dog paddle, looking around for the beast knowing it had probably lured him here. He had known there was a lake in the area but he couldn't for the life of him remember how big it was. He saw it swimming off to his right and he followed as best he could swimming with one arm. His stomach had now started to burn with pain joining his back and groin. He felt strangely hot and cold at the same time and could literally feel his body temperature dropping as he struggled through the water.

He swam for a good half an hour getting slowly closer but the beast was still a man, he still needed it to turn into a dog and soon. He was seriously hurting and his shoulder was killing him as he held his cast above the water. The water itself felt like it was stabbing him with a thousand icy fingers. It suddenly started to hail and Dean knew it was now or never, he had some kind of cover in which to sneak up on it. He was having trouble feeling his fingers as he fumbled the switchblade out of his pants pocket and wedged it in between where his cast meet his arm. He made himself swim as fast as he possibly could in the direction he had seen the beast heading in and... yes he could now see a mop of hair ahead. Dean felt suddenly very tired but he pushed it away, gritted his teeth and quickly closed the distance.

The hail must have been affecting the beast's vision as it was slowing down seeming unsure, but it still hadn't changed. Dean quickly grabbed the man from behind and dunked him down by the back of the neck with all his might. He struggled hard but Dean was determined. He let him up just enough to let him breach the water. The beast apparently didn't fight well in water he was using all his energy to try to stay above the water and wasn't attacking Dean as he thought it might. Dean pushed him down again. He did it again and again hoping to make the beast change by getting him angry, keeping his body away from the struggling beast as much as he could least it scratch him. Then it finally came up as a snarling dog. Dean quickly grabbed it by the back as it came up pulling out the silver knife from his cast. He flicked the blade out and using his left hand as best he could to hold the tail, as the dog tried to swim off, he cut the dog's tail off in one slash with his freshly sharpened weapon. Dean was glad he had not had anything much to eat today because it made him sick to his stomach, but then the beast dissolved into nothingness with a flash of light.

Once the beast was gone Dean wanted nothing better than to sink to the ground and have a rest but he was still in the water and had to get out. With what felt like supreme effort, Dean secured his knife and turned and paddled back in the direction he came hail eased to rain and he thought he saw the shore. After a while Dean started to feel warm but he was still shivering. He tried to touch his thumb with his little finger and found it hard to do, he was heading for second stage hypothermia. He knew he would have to get out of the water quickly so he pushed through the pain and swam harder. As he neared the shore he thought he saw Sam calling to him from the bank . It was hard to see with it being night and raining so he knew he must be imagining things, still he struck out for the figure just in case.

After what felt like years there was mud under his feet and he walked heavily out of the water, just as it stopped raining for the first time that night. When the water was up to his knees he felt strong hands grip his biceps and he sagged into Sam's arms.
"Dean thank God." Sam almost sobbed.
He wouldn't let him rest he pulled Dean into a walk, putting Deans jacket around him as they walked.
"Come on, Dean. You have to keep walking you must be freezing."
All Dean could do was nod so Sam started peppering Dean with questions trying to keep his mind off the pain and get his body temperature to rise slowly. "You did kill that thing right?"
"Yepppp offff wittth ittsss tailll."Dean stuttered, fatigue and cold hitting hard now that he was out of the water and his teeth were chattering uncontrollably.
"How did you get it to turn?"
"Weee wennnt forrr swimmm."
"Yeah I saw that."
"Wass hiss ideaaa."
"Well Gary's safe and sound thanks to you."

Dean just looked at Sam, confused.
"They guy the false beast was chasing, his name was Gary. He said thanks for saving his life by the way."
"Whhhatt wwwass hee doinng inn justtst a Tttt ssshirt annn shhorrtss?"
"The false beast lured him out of his house by opening his garage door and letting the wind blow it into the wall. He was getting ready for bed at the time and that's what he had on when he went out to check."
"Hhhaaa." Dean shivered." Howwwss's yooourrr arrmm?"
"Fine, stopped bleeding straight away."
Dean was stumbling a lot and Sam pushed him ahead of him trying to get him to the Impala as soon as possible.

It didn't take long to get to the car as the lake was closer to the Impala than the area where they had confronted the beast. Once they were at the car Sam bundled Dean into the back of the Impala and went to the trunk to grab two blankets out. Sam got into the back seat with Dean and stripped Deans T shirt and boots off and laid a blanket on the back seat then he lay Dean down on the blanket. Sam leaned over and started the car, turning the heater on as high as it would go. He stripped off his own coat, shirt and T shirt off and put the other blanket over his back and lay over Dean skin to skin.

"I'm going to raise your body heat with mine but I'm making sure your core body is warmed first so the cold blood isn't forced to your heart."
Sam knew that Dean knew the treatment for hypothermia but didn't want to freak him out in his slightly confused state. Sam knew not to rub Dean's body while he was in this state but it was very hard especially when Dean's arms were wrapped around him and he realized he was skin to skin for the first time with Dean.

They stayed together in the same position for over an hour. Dean's temperature slowly rising and the shaking becoming less and less, until it felt quite warm in the car. Even his jeans were almost dried out so Sam leaned over and turned the car off. Sam was finding it very hard to keep still with Dean under him particularly now that Dean's warm hands were staring to roam over Sam's back and he was snuggling Sam's neck with his face.
"How do you feel?" Sam croaked.
"Much better thanks, Sammy." Dean's voice was clearer than Sam's now.

Sam was starting to feel warm in some very nice places now, due to his close contact but he better not take advantage of Dean while he was like this, it wasn't fair. Dean was stroking his back in a way that was no longer, I need to warm up and was more, I need you. Sam pulled his face back from Dean's neck and Dean moved his lips to Sam's and plunged in for a deep kiss. Sam felt himself harden in his pants.
'Calm down Sam, you schoolboy,' he thought to himself.
Dean was rubbing Sam's bottom through his pants and Sam was starting to lose his resolve and he put a hand under Dean's neck and rubbed his fingers over Dean's jaw. Alright, but Dean would need to drive this one, no driving from me Sam decided. Sam broke the kiss and looked down into Dean's face, he could see love and want there, he wasn't doing this just for Sam. Sam looked at Dean's well muscled chest and he brought his other hand around to stroke Dean's chest. He loved the feel of Dean's curves and dips, his strong muscles accentuated by his arm moving up Sam's back.
"Dean you're beautiful, you know that?" Breathed Sam.

Dean's hand went up Sam's back over his shoulder until he was running his hand through Sam's hair.
"I love you to Sammy."
Dean kissed Sam deeply and Sam responded. They kissed slowly and deeply stirring the fire until they were now warm enough to throw the blanket off. Sam was feeling a stirring and a heat in his jeans as he explored Dean's mouth. Dean moved his hand back down Sam's shoulders and back until he meet the waist of Sam's jeans. He pushed his hand down under two layers of fabric feeling the smoothness of Sam's firm bottom under his hand. Sam moaned and lowered his crotch to Dean's and could fell their erections rub against each other through the drying fabric.
"Dean." Sam moaned again all his resolve gone, only feeling passion and love for his brother now.

They rubbed together moaning in each other mouths. Dean moved his hand up out of Sam's pants to Sam's chest and stroked across his strong pecs and down to tight abdominals. Sam groaned in the back of his throat and Dean went rock hard and painful in his jeans. Dean panted into Sam's mouth and pushed his hand down slipping it between them undoing Sam's belt and jeans and pulling his boxers down. He then undid his own freeing their erections. Dean put his hand down the back of Sam's jeans, pushing the jeans and boxers down and away from his erection. Sam pushed his hand around and under Dean, down to his jeans and pushed them down rubbing Dean's soft, well muscled bottom while moaning into Dean's mouth.

Sam pushed his hips down into Dean's and Dean pushed his hips up to grind their erections together. Dean lay his hand on Sam bottom and stroked hard pushing Sam's erection harder into his. As they rubbed together both boys cried out for each other and they pumped wildly at each other as their need to come and come together increased. Dean wrapped his legs around Sam bringing them even closer together. Sam felt like there were sparks coming off his shaft as his pumped into Dean's hardness. He had one hand under Deans bottom pushing it up forcing them closer together and one hand stroking Deans face lovingly, pushing Deans mouth open for his tongue. Dean maneuvered himself under Sam using his hips and his hand on Sam's bottom, so that they were perfectly aligned. The heads were sliding along each other providing slickness and lubrication forcing the feeling of their impending climaxes ever higher and smashing into their stomachs screaming for release. Too soon they were shaking with impending release and arching into each other, Sam biting down on Dean's neck and Dean yelling "Sam" as they came together.

After their breathing had reduced to light pants, Dean pulled Sam's jeans and boxers up front and back and pulled his own up. He grabbed the blanket off the floor and tossed it over Sam's back. Sam laid his head on Dean's chest and listened to his heartbeat return to normal. One of the best sounds he'd ever heard. After a while Sam brought his head up and looked down into Deans face. He had his eyes shut but opened them as if he knew Sam was looking at him and smiled up at Sam.
"You look like the cat that got the cream," said Dean softly.

Sam smiled widely and leaned down and kissed Dean softly before pulling his head back.
"Thanks Dean. I didn't hurt you did I?"
Dean didn't answer, just put his hand behind Sam's neck and pulled him down to his lips and kissed him passionately, his hand running through Sam's hair like he couldn't get enough. They kissed for so long Sam started to think they might be starting round two but he noticed Dean's movements were slowing down and his temperature was going back up. He extracted himself from Dean and headed for the front seat leaving Dean in the back for the trip back to the motel. Sam had barely started the car and turned the demisters on when Dean climbed over the seat with the blanket around him. He leaned against Sam for the majority of the trip back.

By the time they got back to the motel Dean was asleep against Sam's side and Sam had to wake him to get out of the car. When they got inside, Dean insisted on looking at the cut on Sam's arm made by the slashing claw of the false beast. He got the first aid kit out and sat at the kitchen table pulling a chair up for Sam. Dean inspected and washed the wound with holy water and antiseptic just to be sure. Dean noted that even though it was not as big as he originally thought, it was still slowly leaking blood and needed a few stitches. Dean pulled a needle and sutures out. Sam tried to take them off Dean saying he was too shaky and Sam would do it himself. Dean looked offended.
"Sammy, I can sew sutures with my eyes closed and I have sewn up worse cuts with worse shakes."
"Maybe but not on me."
"Oh yes on you, you just didn't t know it."

Sam had his mouth open with surprise and Dean took the opportunity and started to sew Sam up with speed and precision that would have made a surgeon proud The best thing about it as far as Sam was concerned he barely felt them going in. Sam had to check the first aid kit to see if Dean had snuck in some lidocaine without him knowing. Dean had sewn 10 perfect, tiny stitches in Sam's arm before he knew it. Sam didn't know if he could have done better in fact he knew he couldn't have but he wasn't going to tell Dean that. Hang on, Dean had been great with him lately he should do this. As Dean stuck a gauze pad over the neat row, Sam leaned forward kissed Dean on the forehead and ran a hand through his hair.
"Thanks Dean, you did a great job."
Dean looked up at Sam not used to being thanked for something small like a few stitches and to see if Sam was yanking his chain about them being good. His hands were kind of shaky after all.

TBC