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Good Intentions
Part 3
Dean looked up, letting his eyes glide around in search for his brother. Seeing the younger man letting go of the large patrol man, he observed in helpless horror, as the man struck him to the ground, just to pull him up again and restrain him. He didn't miss the moan coming from Sam's mouth, as his shoulder popped out of its socket.
His immediate instinct was to run to Sam's aid, yet he knew that the odds were against him. This wasn't going to help the kid. Watching him getting pushed against the car and falling down, he couldn't belief his luck as the cop turned and walked off, devoting his attention to the accident site. His mind made up, he started the Impala, before stealthily running over to his brother. He just hoped the kid wasn't too out of it by now and would be able to be quiet.
Sam's face was distorted by pain and another moan came from his lips, when the older brother reached him. As Dean pulled him up, he hissed but didn't let a word come over his lips. Hooking his arm underneath his good shoulder the older hunter was able to guide him back to the car, where he gently pushed him into the backseat. Sliding behind the steering wheel, he took off, hoping no one would notice Sam's absence for some time.
Only after driving for several miles he pulled onto the shoulder and stopped. Getting out, he opened the back and climbed in. Seeing Sam had lost consciousness, he gently turned him and pulled the set of lock picks out of his jacket. Choosing one, he worked on the hand cuffs until he was able to remove them. He pulled the younger man's arms out from behind him, careful of his already injured left shoulder. Moving them into a more comfortable position, he picked up one of the blankets from the floor and rolled it up before pushing it underneath Sam's head. Picking the other one up also, he unfolded it and covered him with it.
"Better find a more comfortable place to sleep for you, kid." He mumbled, pushing Sam's hair out of his face, before getting back in the driver's seat.
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Fifteen minutes later Dean stopped the classic black car in front of the office for the "Sleep Tight" Motel. Reluctantly he left Sam behind, yet not without locking the car behind him. Getting a room didn't prove as easy as thought, not with the guy at the desk being an inexperienced jerk, who paid more attention to "Friday the 13th" Part 4 playing on TV then to his new guest. After spending ten minutes of trying to convince the guy, he really didn't want a second floor room with two queen beds and a whirl pool bath but rather took the first floor corner room with two double beds for the same price, he finally walked out with the key in his hand.
Checking on his little brother, he slid behind the wheel and drove as close to the room as he could, before getting out and opening the room door. Walking back to the car, he readied himself for the task ahead. As he opened the car, he received a welcoming moan from Sam.
"It's alright Sammy, I gotcha!" He reassured the younger hunter, who was now blurry eyed squinting at him.
Helping him sit up and sliding over, ever mindful of Sam's injured shoulder, he assisted his brother out of the car and onto his feet. Pulling his right arm around his neck and wrapping his own around the younger man's slender waist, he closed the door and locked it, before starting the walk towards their room.
"Okay, let's do this, one foot in front of the other." He encouraged the kid.
With Sam's legs giving out several times and the resting periods it took to get him back onto them, it took five minutes to get them into the room and for Dean to settle his brother onto the bed furthest from the door. Several times the older hunter felt it would have been easier to pick the taller man up and carry him, yet with Sam awake, even though not really with it, he wanted to give him the opportunity to do this on his own. Well, at least almost on his own.
Knowing the kid was fairly comfortable; he took the plastic container from the table and filled it at the icemaker, which fortunately was located only two doors down. Setting it back from where he retrieved it, he ran back to the car and pulled the first aid kit and their duffel bags from the trunk. Locking the door behind him, he laid out salt lines, before returning his attention to Sam. His first task was to fill one of the plastic cups with water and pull the Aspirin from his jacket. Taking three tablets out, he assisted his brother to a sitting position and slid them into his mouth.
"Here, this will help a little", He said, "Why don't you drink this?"
Even in his currently wasted state, Sam didn't question his brother for an instant, but took several sibs from the cup and swallowed the pills. Setting the water down, Dean assisted him out of his jacket and shirt before tearing the t-shirt, not wanting to expose him to the agony of pulling it over his head.
Looking down at Sam's severely discolored and swollen shoulder he swallowed, not really wanting to do what he knew he had to.
"Darn it kid, why couldn't you just stay unconscious for this?" He mumbled, then louder he said, "I've got to set your shoulder Sammy, this is going to hurt like hell."
Seeing the younger man's glassy eyes trustingly look at him, he swallowed again and said, "Okay, on three. One, two…"
He pulled and twisted with all his might, hearing the pop as the joint slid back in place, at the same time eliciting a blood curdling scream from Sam, before his body went limp. Dean let out a relieved breath, for once glad that his brother passed out. At least he wouldn't have to suffer any pain for a while.
Opening the first aid kit, Dean pulled out a sling and immobilized his brother's arm, making sure he wouldn't accidentally hurt himself even more, before he retrieved a hand towel from bathroom and filled it with some of the ice, laying it on Sam's shoulder in an attempt to relief some of the swelling. After pulling the cover off the other bed and gently putting it over the younger hunter, he sat down on the floor, for the first time allowing himself to think about the events of the evening. How in the world did things go so wrong?
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The next day Dean allowed his brother to sleep until late afternoon, only waking him up twice to get some Aspiring and water into him. On the first time he also helped him to the bathroom, and cleaned up after him when the kid threw up all over the tiled floor. Sam looked totally miserable and by his glassed over eyes wasn't even close to sober. The second time his eyes were getting clearer and he even took the glass out of the older hunter's hand, drinking without spilling.
Throughout all this, he didn't ask once what happened, which Dean assumed was partially due to the aftereffects of the alcohol and partially because of feeling bad enough to just wanting to go back to sleep. It wasn't until he opened his eyes without being woken, that he seemed to finally look for some answers.
Turning his head towards the table and spotting his brother typing away on the lab top, he asked, "What time is it?"
Dean looked up with a smile on his face, "Almost five sleepy head!"
"Morning?"
"No, afternoon!"
A confused look appeared on the younger man's face, "What happened, I don't remember going to bed?"
"Let's just say you had a little too much fun." His brother answered, not really keen to answer all his questions, yet at the same time knowing, he would have to fess up to his part in this.
Attempting to sit up, Sam hissed, when a sudden pain stabbed through his injured shoulder.
"Guess I must have done something pretty stupid." He said, giving Dean a defeated look.
"Not your fault, kiddo, not your fault at all." The older Winchester assured him, moving over to his side, "Let's get you into the shower and then I'll make you something to eat. I got some soup that I only need to heat up. Thought you'll probably won't feel like a lot more."
Sam nodded his approval, "Yeah, sounds good!"
Dean helped him to the bathroom, where he undid the sling. Getting some fresh boxers and jeans from his duffel and laying them by the sink, he asked, "You need me to help with anything else?"
"Nope, I think I'll be fine."
"Call, if you do, I'll be right out there. Oh, don't lock the door." He added on his way out.
"I won't." Sam promised.
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Half an hour later the youngest Winchester came out of the bathroom, his hair still dripping as he toweled it off with one hand. Looking at the table, he saw a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup waiting for him. Throwing the towel on the bed, he bent down to pick a shirt out of his duffel.
"Already got one!" Dean stopped him, carefully assisting him into the long sleeved Tee before immobilizing his arm once again.
Sam sat down, waiting for his brother to do the same. Only after he the older man joined him, did he ask, "Okay, let me have it."
"Let you have what?"
"Well, the talk. What did I do?"
Seeing the worried expression on his kid brother's face, Dean hurried to say, "Really Sam, what happened wasn't your fault. It was mine."
"Yours? As far as I can tell, I am the one with the hangover." Sam gave his brother a scrutinizing look, things just didn't add up for him.
There was a heavy pause before Dean answered, "Yeah, but I'm the one who got you drunk."
Filling his brother in on all the details of the night before, the older Winchester closed, "I'm sorry Sammy, I really messed up." And upon seeing the frown on the other's face, which he interpreted as disapproval to his action, he added, "I understand if you are mad at me."
"Okay, so let me get this straight, you dragged me into this bar, force fed me beer and vodka and then made me hug everyone in the place. After that you walked me up to a cop and wrapped my arms around him."
Now it was Dean's turn to look confused, "No, that's not what happened."
Sam could hardly hold back a grin, "But you must have done something, otherwise you wouldn't say it was your fault."
"Man, I told you, I got you drunk." The older hunter started to get slightly irritated, all he was trying to do was apologizing to the kid for getting him hurt.
"So if I drank by myself and you didn't know I would react the way I did, than it really wasn't your fault. So quit apologizing dude!" Sam demanded, no longer able to keep the smirk off his face.
"So you mean you're not mad at me?"
Sam looked at him, the smile suddenly turning into a thoughtful expression, "Look Dean, I know I haven't been a lot of fun to be around, I know that. To be honest, I haven't even tried." Seeing that his brother tried to interrupt, he waved him off. "All you did was trying to help me have some fun. I'm sorry for the way I acted, I have no idea what came over me. Don't remember this ever happening before." The younger boy apologized.
"Hey, it's okay; it was kinda fun until you hugged the cop." Dean grinned, "Just remind me never to get you drunk again!"
"Or at least do it, where no one is around I can hug." Sam added.
FIN