Salvation By Ebunni Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 20

Sorry for the wait, but here's an extra long chapter.

The car ride was silent. The two passengers unsure of what to say, having not shared many words beyond Dean's silent plea for Sarah to drive, and do it fast after he had ambled in to her car, out of breath and sweating. After pulling away from the sidewalk, she had cast a glance in the rear view mirror to see her very attractive, blind patient's equally good looking brother hit the sidewalk with a harried and stressed look on his face.

For a moment she had considered pulling over and handing Dean back over to his brother. But the way he was breathing heavy, and the obvious tear stains that were tracking down his cheeks made her think twice and she had turned the corner, out of sight of the younger sibling.

This was way out of control, doctors weren't supposed to be involved with patients. She had tried to cover her visit to him in the hospital as patient care and doctoral concern, but there was something niggling in the back of her mind that seemed to point out every flaw in that statement. She was attracted to Dean, and nothing seemed to make that any less better.

Not to mention she couldn't even bring herself to take herself off Dean's case, assign someone else to his rehabilitation. She had filled the forms in, signed them and made it all the way to the office before she had chickened out and walked back to her office sullenly, resigning herself to her emotions.

And now here they were, sharing the same small confined space of her very little car, in such close proximity she could feel the shivers rolling over his body. He was dressed only in a light over shirt and cotton t-shirt. Hardly clothing for the chilly weather, she reached over and hit the button for the heater and noticed him jump when the heater clicked and clunked as hot air began to blow out. Of course she would startle a blind man.

Sighing she ran a hand through her hair and cleared her throat, preparing to say something, she had to. They couldn't sit in silence for much longer now, plus she had a burning desire to know what had happened between the two brothers who were so close, they were practically inseparable.

'Dean… What happened?' She asked softly, keeping her voice low and measured. This time, she didn't make him jump or scare him at all. But he still didn't reply. He stayed silent in his seat, sinking back in to the shabby material. Could the fight really have been so bad, that he didn't want to address it?

'Come on Dean, you will have to tell me or I am going to take you straight back to Sam.' It worked; he turned his blind eyes on her and took a deep breath.

'My dad, he's starting to turn to desperate measures. I didn't realise how much losing my sight had affected him, he approached Sam about it, after our appointment this morning and I heard everything, the whole fight between them. Dad's looking in to something black market I think.' It was a skewed version of things, not the truth but not so much a lie either. He hoped Sarah would take it, and if she did that she didn't offer to take it to the authorities. 'I just had to get out of there.'

'Oh my God Dean…. That's horrible!' Sarah gasped beside him.

'If you could just drop me off at a motel with one floor that would be fine, I can find my way from there. Thank you though, for the lift.' Dean offered, he was already planning his escape plan. He couldn't go back to Bobby and Sam.

During the quiet car ride over Dean had given himself the chance to think logically. His being around Sam and Bobby was affecting them more then he thought it was. If they were willing to consider destroying another's life for his benefit, then he needed to leave. And now.

Things were obviously getting to out of hand.

The longer he was a burden to them, the worse things were going to get. Who knows what drastic moves they would try next? He couldn't allow anything to happen.

'Look Dean, I was happy to take you away for say the day? But anything longer than this, I'm sorry but it really isn't my place to get between you and your family. I know you think what they were discussing is a horrible and illegal thing, but it isn't all that of a bad thing. It just shows how much they care about you. I think if you went back, and talked to them then I think they would understand and back off. From what I hear, you are on the top of the transplant list for Cornea's at the moment okay? So it shouldn't be long before you have your sight back again. You just have to be patient.' Sarah tried desperately.

'I can wait patiently away from them, can you please just drop me off at a hotel and then if it makes you feel better just put me out of your mind. Trust me it will do you a world of good.' Dean grunted. Sarah pulled the car over violently and his stomach heaved, but he held back the motion sickness.

'Not only is this illegal, and by God I should turn around and drive you right to the front door of your house right now, but I will not accept that after all this time we have spent getting you back on your feet you just want to turn around, throw it all out the window and turn your back on anyone that cares enough to do something for you?' Dean was taken aback by the sudden outburst.

He hadn't thought about it any other way, he had only considered his own position in all this. How he was the burden, how he was the one being affected by their affection and caring. Not once had he considered they were doing these things because they were hurting too. Typical Dean Winchester attitude and reaction. Never stopping to think, or work through things; just diving on in, head first in to unknown dangers.

Isn't that what landed them in this position in the first place? His pig headedness which caused him to fight with Sam, going in half-cocked and unsure before even doing sufficient research about the fugly they had been in the middle of hunting?

He sighed.

'Maybe we can just grab some lunch then? I haven't eaten since before our session and I think I could really use a stiff drink right now. Sam will find me soon enough, then he can take me home and mother me within an inch of my life after he yells at me…' Sarah sighed beside him, she couldn't refuse a man that sounded so resigned and defeated.

'Fine, but if your brother doesn't show up after an hour, I am going to call him and tell him where you are, maybe even offer to drive you home.' She needed to act like this was at least a little not what she wanted to do. Secretly though; she couldn't be happier to have Dean in her car, outside the pain and struggles of her rehabilitation room. And the drink part? That was just an added bonus on top of things.

Sarah smiled, blushing heavily. Oh god was she glad that he couldn't see her right now, she was blushing like a teenager with a crush on her teacher. Glancing over at him, she spotted the grimace of pain that shadowed his blind eyes, as his hand unconsciously massaged the damaged area of his thigh. 'Do you need some pain killers? Maybe I should just take you straight home?' She asked, concerned for his well-being; even as she prayed he said no. Who would know if she would ever get a chance to share a drink with Dean Singer ever again?

Closest they had come to sharing a drink, was a bottle of water after a session. And somehow that didn't seem to match up against an alcoholic beverage.

'No it's okay. I can only take them on a schedule, plus I am trying to slowly ween away from them too much reliance for my liking. That and they put me out like a light. I can drink anyone under the table, but something as small as a little white pill? I'm out before the thing can even breakdown in my system.' Sarah laughed lightly, Dean's smile that followed was illuminating and seemed to light up the whole car. Had she ever seen him smile like that before?

They pulled up at a bar, Sarah had been a here a few times now and had come to love the burgers and drinks. The staffs were friendly and the place didn't seem to hold many idiots who got recklessly violent on the drink. Which was a lot more then could be said for a lot of places in town, whose reputation could darken anyone's view on a place.

'How do burger and a beer sound? Or are you more a whiskey man?' Sarah offered as she opened the car door, and helped Dean stand up, he was a little unsteady at first, and then she noticed the small tear in his jeans and the ragged area around his knees. Did he fall over? How could she have been so careless and not noticed that straight away? Good job Sarah, you make a great doctor don't you?

'You're bleeding!' Dean's mouth paused mid-sentence, he had been about to answer her question.

'Ah yeah, I fell over on my way out of the house. Not really all too familiar with the front yard yet, Sam has me on a pretty tight leash.' There was a small pause as a little smile tugged his lips slightly upward. 'And I drink just about anything as long as it doesn't come in some quirky glass or weird name.' His smile hit all watts and she was almost blown away. Okay, definitely never seen that smile before. Sarah made a mental note on working that smile out more often.

'Well I think I should fix your knees before we go in. Don't know if the dress code allows bloody knees.' Sarah guided him back down to the car seat, positioning him so he was facing her before moving to the boot to fetch her medical kit.

Removing a pair of scissors she felt her skin heat up and flush deep red, there were so many things she could think to do with these scissors. Any many of those things included removing all jeans, not just the jagged bloody pieces around his skinned knees. She had seen Dean Singer push himself to his breaking point, knew how strong he was, his sculpted biceps and the tone of his thighs beneath the shorts he wore. She could just imagine how his abs would look, his sculpted body and… she blushed even more, thinking about what could lay beneath those pants. It made her burn with desire.

'What did you trip over?' He was looking down at her, his blind eyes unseeing but still she blushed even more, if that was possible. She looked back at his leg; his knees hadn't been so bad. They had just needed wiped down with an alcohol wipe. But the cut along his calf was deeper, dirty. Possibly more then she would be able to deal with.

'I don't know really, I had to make it through a car yard to hit the road so… could have been anything. Funny though, because I can't really feel much, I think my nerves are a little messed up.' This interested Sarah on the medical side of things.

'Have you told your doctor?' He shook his head. 'Dean why? This could be something bad!' She hadn't meant to sound so bossy or controlling. She apologised and returned to cleaning out the wound, upon deeper inspection it wasn't as bad as she thought, but still it should have hurt. Especially when she started rinsing the area with saline solution, Dean still didn't wince.

'It's just surface nerves I think, I can still feel the ache of the muscle and the bone where it was broken, but it's like, the top layer of skin or something.' They were both silent for a moment, then it was broken by a loud grumbling. This time she noticed Dean was the one who was blushing, it just made her follow suit in response. 'Sorry.' He mumbled, turning his head away.

Giggling lightly, she bandaged up the area and washed her hands with a wipe quickly. 'I won't keep you from our meal any longer.' They moved slowly in to the bar, it was loud and popular. They slid in to a booth and Sarah read the menu to Dean. He quickly chose the burger and a beer with a whiskey chaser. After ordering she returned to the table to find his hands dancing gracefully along the table top, his fingers resting lightly on the knife and fork for a short moment before moving on to the next item within his reach.

It should have been something familiar for Sarah, after working with patients like Dean for most of his career, but never had she seen someone quiet so graceful as this strange and alluring man sitting in front of her. She didn't even mind the silence that settled over them, it was peaceful and welcoming to her. In fact, this was the most at ease she had ever been with a man before.

Their drinks arrived and Sarah guided Dean's beer in to his hand before taking a large mouthful of her own. On more then one occasion she had been told by her friends and work mates that she drank like a man, but she had never minded before. She smiled around the lip of the bottle as Dean took a mouthful as hearty as her own, downing the bottle in nearly one go.

'Haven't had good drinks like that since our last gig.' Sarah pricked an eye brow in interest, was Dean a musician?

'Why Dean Singer are you in a band?'

'What makes you think that?' Sarah felt her hopes deflate a little, had she been hoping he was some super-hot magician? This man just held so much mystery it almost baffled her.

'You just said your last gig, and I thought perhaps you meant the musical kind. You kind of look like you rock an old school sound, guitar or drums perhaps?' Dean's eyebrows rose, a small smile quirking at the corner of his lips. How does he keep smiling on so many different levels of attractive? Looking away quickly, from those lips and her seductive thoughts of biting one; Sarah looked towards the door as it opened and a large black man entered. He looked suspicious, not the usual clientele for this place, and had a dangerous air about him and the gait with which he walked was menacing.

'As flattering as that is Sarah, and trusts me; I love nothing better than hearing that from someone- my brother will throw a fit of denial when I tell him you said that- but no musician here. A little guitar here and there maybe; but I am…' Dean trailed off and laughed curtly, 'sorry, I was a mechanic. But I guess that career is down the drain now. I'm about as useful in this life as a doorknob that doesn't turn right now.'

'Well I'm sure that's not true at all Dean, there must be something else you're good at it. Outside of cars I mean.' But her surprise lunch date shook his head in denial, that half-cocked oddly sad smile crossing Dean's lips.

'This had been my whole life, I travelled in my baby, family in the back seat and just picked up work as we went, going where it took us. Never staying somewhere too long, but now it looks like I will be throwing in my wrench and trading in the overalls for loose jeans and a walking cane.' Dean fought back the fighting tears that pushed at the back of his eyes; he hadn't been this open since it had happened. Sam was pushing for this moment, to get Dean to talk about his feelings and share that chick flick scene; but Dean hadn't been having any of it. \

Yet here he was in a obviously crowded bar, trying not to cry in front of a woman who had seen and heard him at his worse, cursing and almost caving to weakness. Sighing, he lifted the bottle of beer back to his lips and downed the rest of the cold liquid. Sam was going to have him alive for drinking, they had both agreed to no alcohol until Dean had gotten more of a hold on his pain medication. It had become obvious the two weren't a pair that went hand in hand, but right now he needed it.

Hand crawling along the table, he clasped the whiskey chaser and downed that too in record time. Slamming the glass down on the table he buried his head in his hands and let himself have a moment to collect him-self. Slightly shocked when he felt the warm hand that caressed the back of his neck, and the warm breath on his cheek as Sarah's other hand wrapped around his shoulder and moved in a light massaging motion that had him close to melting.

'You should never feel like that Dean, because to someone you are more useful than breathing. What about Sam? Something tells me, the way you talk about him, how supportive he is with you, that he wouldn't do very well if you weren't in his life.' The two of them stayed silent for the moment, before Dean stirred and sat up.

'Would you mind taking me home please?' Dean wiped a hand down his face and sighed. 'I should get back to Sam before he tears the place apart looking for me.' Sarah nodded.

'Okay, come on.' She looked around as she helped Dean stand up, working out a mental route to walk him out without bumping in to anything or anyone. In her mental landscaping she noticed the large black man from earlier staring at them intently, he stood up as they made their way towards the door and followed them.

Sarah wasn't sure whether to tell Dean or not, the man was spooking her but she didn't want to alert Dean to something that could be nothing. And as much as she hated to admit it, there wasn't a lot he could do for them anyway.

'Dean Winchester?' Dean froze in Sarah's grip, the voice pinning him to the spot. Deep an menacing, he slowly turned towards it, breath coming in short gasps of panic. This couldn't be happening, not right now.

'Dean why did he say Winchester? Who is he?' Sarah's voice showed her panic, and Dean knew who it was one hundred per cent in that moment. Then Sarah was screaming, her grip wrenched from his arm and then the sound of skin impacting skin, the thud of a body hitting pavement.

There was no time to think, nor react after that. Dean didn't even get the chance to flinch before something collided solidly with his temple and he dropped like bricks beside Sarah, unconscious as blood pooled beneath the split skin.

Dun Dun Dunnn!

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