Episode: 4.14 Sex & Violence
Title: Just A Little Too Late
Author: CaptainLon
Summary: What if Bobby kills the Siren just a moment too late? Not a death fic.
"Tell me again how weak I am, Sam. Huh? How I hold you back!" Dean looked at Sam as if his little brother was the one person he hated the most in the world. Disgust clear on his face. He was still under the siren's effect, they both were, but Dean was the one with an axe in his hand. Sam wasn't aware of it, but his famous puppy eyes were staring at him in shock, but unlike how it usually did effect Dean's actions, Dean didn't even pause as he got a better grip on the axe handle and raised it over his head.
"No!" Sam, Dean and even the siren turned to look when the shout from Bobby sounded down the corridors. He was racing towards Dean, but the oldest Winchester hadn't stopped his movements and the axe found it's mark. Sam gasped as the axe head dug into his shoulder and stopped by the bones. Dean was leaning down, still hands on the axe, but despite his still infected mind, sympathy was flashing through the big round eyes. Bobby couldn't waste more seconds and stabbed his slim knife into Dean's shoulder - not deep, but enough to have it covered in blood. Dean groaned in pain and fell backwards, pulling the axe with him. Color drained from Sam's face in seconds as he gasped in pain again. His body was pulled up a little before the head of the axe let go of his shoulder and fell back onto the floor. Bobby desperately ran after the Siren, then took hold of the bloodied knife and tossed it in the direction of the running man.
"No!" Dean gasped and tried uselessly to stop Bobby from killing the siren. The knife cut through the air and dug into his back. Bobby didn't even wait for the supernatural being to collapse before running to Sam. Dean held his shoulder, blinked hard and shook his head in confusion.
"Bobby?" Dean rubbed at his forehead when the first thing he saw was the older hunter's back to his. When he got no response Dean finally saw the bloody axe in his hand and it all came back to him in one sickening strike.
"Sam!" Dean groaned in pain as his shoulder hurt, but he ignored it and crawled over to Bobby and his little brother on the floor.
"No, please don't say I did it. Please," Dean whispered and uncharacteristic tears was already leaking from his eyes. Sam was a mess. His dark hair looked even darker against the white skin, his head tilted to the side so Bobby could hold a shaking hand to his pulse below his jaw.
"Bobby..." Dean leaned closer when Bobby paid no attention to him. Dean almost retreated when he finally saw Sam's bloody jacket.
"He's unconscious," Bobby finally said and carefully tilted Sam's head the other way, facing Dean. His pale neck was spotted with the bright red liquid and even some blood had splatted the side of his face. Bobby pressed his outer shirt against the deep wound while Dean carefully placed his hand on Sam's cheek.
"Oh my god!" a woman's voice made Bobby look up. A young woman in her mid twenties stared shocked at the scene in front of him.
"Call an ambulance! Please!" Bobby begged and the woman nodded frantically, her shaking hands digging into her pocked for her mobile. Dean wasn't paying attention to the woman, his teary eyes was just focused on Sam, his hand trying pointlessly to rub some color onto his cheeks. He moved his hands to his little brother's mouth and opened the slack mouth, hoping that there wasn't any blood in there. It was hard to tell in the dark corridor, but it didn't seem like there was any blood to be found there.
"Dean. Dean!" Bobby's raised voice finally caught Dean's attention and the Winchester looked up, seeing the other hunter cleaning the handle of the axe with a cloth,
"Look at me. The ambulance will be here any second. It'll be okay. Just stay calm," Bobby reassured and stood up. Dean looked after his confused until the older hunter knelt down by the dead siren and covered the handle with the being's fingerprints instead, leaving the axe nearby.
"They're here," Bobby turned back just as the ambulance personnel stormed down the corridor towards them. Dean looked down at Sam one final time before he was being pulled back away and everything turned dark.
"It's not your fault," Sam grumbled from where he was tucked into the thin quilt, head where the feet should be. Dean was propped against the wall, head where it should be and Sam's long legs curled near his own. Stupid motel didn't even have two single beds.
"It wasn't the siren that planted an axe in your shoulder," Dean reminded his brother. His eyes travelling from the little TV to his brother's face every other second. Sam's eyes was closed as he relaxed, but he still had a slight frown on his face - making it clear that his shoulder was still causing him lot of pain. Dean didn't say it, but he had noticed how Sam was having a hard time breathing without just that causing a little pain, so his mouth was slack as well, trying desperately to draw in some extra air carefully.
"Look at it this way," Sam opened his eyes a little to look at his big brother,
"I hurt you too. The things I said, siren or not, they hurt you. None of us got out of this feeling great," Sam tried to console.
"So what? I'd take crap from you anytime over a possible mortal axe wound, Sam," Dean nudged Sam's leg a little, causing Sam to nudge him back. It caused them both to smile stupidly for just a few seconds. Things between them were still rocky. Still horrible, but in the end it wasn't in in any of them to ignore one another after such a situation. Bobby had been furious at them for being such idiots and had been sure to tell them that since the moment Sam woke up on the hospital earlier the same day to when he left just minutes ago.
"We should have stayed at the hospital longer. 29 hours is not nearly long enough after loosing so much blood and heart giving out once," Dean said sadly. He just couldn't get the imagery of Sam's limp body moving like a rag doll every time they tried to shock start his heart at the hospital. He knew that image would be burned into his memory from now on.
"Probably, but considering what the crime scene looked like I don't think we had much choice. Even with the siren assumed as the one behind this," Sam probed his tightly bandaged shoulder, causing Dean to nudge him again. Dean didn't say anything, just sighed and nodded. He slowly sunk further down into bed, turned off the TV and the light on the bedside table. None of them said goodnight as they settled for the night, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable either. The feel of their brother beside them was enough to give them both a good night's sleep.