"I Will Take Care of You" 12
Dean was in danger of falling unconscious and bleeding out. His body felt so heavy. He couldn’t succumb to the urge to rest though. Dean managed to drag himself over to the corpse. Eat, replenish, get strong, save Sammy. He hated leaving Sam in the were-wolves’ possession a second longer then he had to, but he was no good helping Sammy in his weakened state, so he made sure to devour every last piece of meat off the dead body.
Dean tore through the cabin like a tornado picking up a large blanket to cover Sam with incase they hit dawn, the silver knife he had kept under his pillow. Why the hell had he chosen a frigg’n SILVER knife to slice his skin with before? When he knew for a fact it was the only thing to kill a were wolf, he should of known it would weaken him. He had placed it underneath his pillow with another were wolf in mind. What else? God have to get to Sammy. Hell knows what that asshole would do to his little brother.
He decided he’d be able to track Sam faster in wolf form. He sniffed the air and strained his ears to pick up anything ‘Sam’. He picked up a faint scent and began following it. Dean wasn’t a Christian man, and didn’t prey, but right now, he was begging God that he’d get to Sammy in time.
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Searing pain running through every nerve in his body, Sam woke to find himself bound to something. His skin was burning as if it was on fire; the light around him was blinding and stinging his eyes. Sunlight, Sam was tied down in the sunlight. Realization hit him; he was burning alive. “DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!!”
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Dean raced toward the sound of his brother’s screams. He found Sam tied to a tree in a clearing, in full view of the sunlight, “SAMMY!” Dean threw the blanket over Sam, making sure no skin was left uncovered, “Oh baby,” he clenched his teeth in rage, “what did that bastard do to you?” he tried to wind his arms around his burnt brother but jumped back immediately as Sam hissed and flinched in pain from the contact. Dean took a moment to get himself back under control. He was going to kill that monster. Slow and long and painfully.
He lifted the blanket enough to get underneath it with Sam, his nocturnal vision setting in, “You killed the vampire?” Sam screeched, breaking through Dean’s thoughts “You KILLED the vampire and didn’t even bother to tell me?!” Dean didn’t say anything, “And you never thought her big hairy boyfriend would come looking for her?”
“Yeah well…I had other things to think about at the time, ok?” Dean murmured, checking Sam for any other injuries, “Speaking of the ass hole, where is he?”
“No idea,” Sam swallowed a pain-filled yelp as Dean touched a particularly blistered spot on his upper arm that had copped the full brunt of sunshine, “he was gone when I came too.” Sam replied, groaning a little from the throb in his head.
“Alright, let’s get you out of here.” Dean took out the silver knife and began cutting through the rope that binded Sam to the tree.
“I don’t think I can move, Dean” Sam admitted, cringing as his brother tried to carefully remove the ropes that had melted into his burnt flesh.
“You don’t need to” Dean replied quickly, “But I need to get you out of here.
He needed to find shelter and blood for Sam. He feared letting his brother drink his own blood again incase he needed his strength. Carefully, he backed out from underneath the blanket. After using the rope to secure Sam within the blanket, Dean transformed. Gently taking a hold of the blanket in his mouth, he began racing through the woods to find shelter. Dean was fortunate enough to come across a few squirrels and hares on the way which he was able in fatally wounding but not killing. He carefully pushed them into Sam’s holding space and heard his brother devour them. They’d do as a temporary fix for now, but Dean would have to find human blood for Sam soon.
He finally came to a small cave and after wrestling the bear inside, which would make for a quick supper, he undid the blanket around Sam who was still contently draining a squirrel, “How ya doing, baby bro?”
“I’m sore all over,” Sam replied honestly, looking up at Dean with big pleading eyes. His skin felt red raw and was crimson with large swells and blisters on places where the sunlight had been more harsh.
“The blood will help you heal.” Dean promised, swallowing helplessly. How could he let his guard down? How could he have let this happen to his Sammy? How could he leave Sam in this state to find another victim?
He wondered how long the rodents would tie Sam over for. He decided the best course of action would be to wait until night fall and take Sam with him on the hunt. That way he could keep an eye on his brother, as well as find him food. He looked Sam over, the small feed had already began helping, Sam’s skin was fading from a harsh crimson to a blushing pink shade.
“I’m going to get you something decent to drain just as soon as the sun sets,” Dean sat down next to his brother, longing to touch him but knowing he couldn’t.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you killed the vampire girl and didn’t tell me.” Sam looked harshly at him, “Why’d you do it?”
“What kind of a question is that, Sammy?” Dean shook his head and pushed himself to his feet, “Why the hell do you think I killed her?”
“Did she threaten you?” Sam supplied.
“Not exactly,” Dean shrugged.
“Then why did you? Surely you’d realize that it wouldn’t come without consequences?” Sam frowned.
“I was staring at the bitch that turned my brother into something he’d himself then be. I couldn’t let her just walk away, Sammy. Not when that image of you holding the stake to your heart was burned into my brain. She deserved it. No one hurts my baby brother. NO ONE.” He growled defiantly.
Sam nodded understandingly, but there was a sadness that shone through his puppy dog expression, “Just promise to tell me about something like this next time, ok?”
Dean ran a hand over his lips in agitation, “Yeah, ok.” He agreed, “You stay here.”
“Where are you going?” Sam asked quickly. Panic tingeing his voice.
Dean frowned at his brother, “To find stuff.”
“Stuff for what?” Sam rolled a shoulder in a childish display.
“…A bed and a fire.” His brother stated matter-of-factly.
Sam gave in and his composure softened, “Dean, just stay with me. Please?”
“We need-” Dean pointed over his shoulder trying to indicate that he’d only be gone for a moment.
“I need you right now, not a bed or a fire. Just…come sit with me. Please?” When Dean made no movement towards him Sam ran a shaking hand through his hair and begged, “Please, Dean…just…please.” He hung his head as the tears began to surface, “Oh God!”
“Hey, hey, hey. Shh.” Dean dropped to his knees in front of his weeping brother, cupping the younger boy’s face.
“I didn’t know if you were dead…I didn’t know if…God, Dean. I was so scared…and then I woke up…and you weren’t there…and I was burning…my whole body was burning…” Sam sobbed.
“It’s ok, I’m here now. And I’ll take care of you. I’m not going anywhere.” He swore. Sam fell against his brother, wrapping his arms tightly around the older man as if clinging on for life, “I will take care of you.” Dean repeated.