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It was Deans snoring that woke Sam up a couple of hours later. He carefully shifted his weight and rubbed the sweat and Deans hair off his cheek. He was sat for a while just trying to force some energy back in to his body. Sleeping a little had been good in many ways but also made him even more tired. He knew that he had to get up and take care of Deans wounds though, but was really not looking forward to it, he hated causing his brother pain.
He gently nudged Dean awake and grabbed the thermometer that he had left on the bedside table.
"Hmmm? what..." coughing interrupted Deans attempt to talk and Sam got up to fill the glass with some water, he handed it to his brother and then went over to the bags again, grabbing everything he needed to clean out the wounds.
"Open up." The raised eyebrow that he got in response confirmed that the pills were working, Dean was feeling better, and feeling better for Dean meant being obnoxious and not co-operating. Sam sighed deep and looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Please bro, I just wanna get this over with."
"There's nothing to get over with, I'm fine." Dean's voice was hoarse and he held a coughing fit back, almost choking in the process.
Sam chucked the disinfectant-cream he had gotten purposely on Deans stomach where he knew one of the many gashes were which made his brother wince and twitch.
"Yea, you're just fine." He walked over to the side of the bed and pulled the blanket down studying his brothers bloody bandages.
"Usually people buy me a drink first."
"Dean..."
"And I don't swing that way, anyways."
"Dean."
"I mean, I know you do, Samantha... not judging... just saying..."
"Dean!"
"Just can't keep your hands off, eh?"
"I will knock you out cold if you don't shut up!"
"Naaww, you wouldn't do that to your brother, would you?"
Dean studied Sams face, he needed him to focus on something else instead, having him worry and fuzz about was uncomfortable and if Sam would rip off those bandages he would be able to tell how bad it really was. Dean could feel it. They were stingy and itchy and they felt wrong. He remembered something about being on the bathroom floor and guessed that maybe that was why they weren't feeling too fresh.
"How 'bout some food huh, Sammy? I'm starving!"
"Yea, that sounds great. Just let me check your fever and then I'll go get us something to eat."
"But I'm hungry now!" In all honesty, just the thought of food made Dean feel sick but he needed Sam out of the room so that he could quickly cover up his wounds.
"Look, I know you. I know what you're doing. You're not getting away with this one. I'm cleaning out your stupid wounds whether you want it or not, even if I have to cuff you to the freaking bed!" They locked eyes and for once Dean was the one that gave up, averted his eyes and let out a little sigh followed by a cough.
Sam reached forward to pop the thermometer in to his brothers mouth but Dean snatched it from him.
"I can do it myself, thank you very much, i'm not handicapped." Sam slowly counted to ten while watching Dean check his own fever (102, which he claimed was nothing) and then started to remove the bandages. They were bloody and sticking to the wounds and he saw Dean tense up and shift.
"Sorry man, this is gonna hurt..." Sam continued removing each of them, revealing red angry gashes, discarding the dirty bandages in the bin right next to the bed. Dean swallowed and leaned his head back on the headboard, trying to focus on something other than the pain.
Sam worked in silence, removing every bandage on Deans chest and also did the one on his leg. That one he noticed, looked worse than the rest and some additional bruising had formed around it as well. When he had gotten all of them off he grabbed alcohol to start the cleaning. He looked up at his big brother, seeing his closed eyes and how he was biting his lower lip, not a very good sign.
He wiped them off with a wet towel first and then moved on to properly cleaning them, pressing gently to make sure they weren't filled with puss. When he got to Deans leg he had to grab some tissues to properly clean it out, tried to get all the grossness that was oozing around in there out. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and cursed his brother under his breath.
It took him a full hour to properly clean and bandage Deans chest and leg up again, leaving Dean sweaty and panting at times at the pain.
"Right, I'm almost done."
"Almost? What do you mean almost? What more could you possibly do to me?" He was actually whining which to Sam was a bit frighting.
"Just roll over, need to do your back."
"Back's fine Sammy, no need to do it."
"Either you roll over, or i'll roll you over. Dealers choice." Sam watched his brother struggle to lie down on his stomach and tried to ignore the moan of pain.
"Look, this is the last bit alright, after this I'll go get you some food." Sam started in on the back.
"I'll come with you to get food, Sammy. I'm sick of this bed."
"You can hardly even sit up without passing out, how do you expect to even make it out of this room? You're sick man, just take it easy for today at least."
Deans protest was interrupted by a moan of pain that he couldn't hold back, he bit down on the pillow.
"I'm almost done." Sam lied, knowing that this angry looking gash was going to take him a while.
Dean was slowly loosing his battle for consciousness. He'd managed through all of the chest wounds, but whatever Sam was doing now was making his head spin. He felt Sam press down a little harder and icy cold pain shot through his back. He actually tried to squirm away at first but Sams grip holding him down was too strong. He tried to make out what was said to him through the ringing in his ears but couldn't hear a thing.
Sam felt his brother go limb under him just as he was finishing up. That would be just like him, wouldn't it, toughing it through right to the end. He rolled Dean over to his side and wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, letting his hand linger on his forehead, making sure his fever hadn't gone up.
He then grabbed all the stuff that was lying around and put it on the table, decided that a shower would help wash off the gross feeling that lingered on him after dealing with his brothers wounds.