[Prudery]

Yes, yet another one is rolling out. Here it is; Supernatural oneshot number 4 (I think).
WARNING: Mild language.

"That's gotta be one of the worst cuts you've gotten before." Sam said as he shut the box full of stitching tools. Dean winced and sucked back another large amount of alcohol. Sam admired him. It had taken him half an hour to stitch shut the foot long gash along Dean's ribs, and he had kept quite the entire time. "What made you decide to just run like hell right into that bitch?" Dean smirked.

" I'm a badass."

"Badass with brain damage apparently." Sam rolled the bandage across the long gash. Dean winced and leaned his head back on the headboard, a tight look on his face. Sam moved quickly and caused as little pain as he could. He finished and stood up, pulling new clothes out of his bag. Dean shifted down into the bed and sighed.

"Those shapeshifters have to be one of the hardest things to kill." Sam ducked out of his shirt and threaded his belt out of his jeans.

"We've done worse." Dean nodded without really hearing him. "Dean?" He grunted but didn't look at him. "You alright?" He snapped back to reality and looked at Sam, a glazed look in his eyes.

"Fine." He reached up and shut the light off between the beds. "Go t' sleep. Gonna head for Texas in the morning." Sam watched him turn over on his good side and pull the blankets up.

He didn't know what it was, but something was up. And he doubted it was anything good.


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A stifled moan made Sam snap awake and sit up in bed. His hand traveled to the lamp and he switched it on, eliminating the darkness. He threw the sheets off and jumped out of bed. Dean was thrashing violently, the linens twisted around his limbs. Sam pulled them away and held him down. "Dean, wake up." He practically yelled it into his face. Dean's face twisted in pain and he tried to wriggle out of Sam's grip. "Dean!" He shook his shoulders a little. It was enough to stop him from throwing himself off the bed. Dean's eyes blinked open and looked up into Sam's anxious face. Sam's hand traveled up to his sweaty face. The flushed skin burned against his palm. Dean didn't move as Sam worked the tangled blankets out of his limbs. "Just a dream Dean. You're okay."

"Dad...mom...yo-" His voice broke off as his throat closed in a watery choke. Sam moved quickly and tipped Dean over to the side of the bed, his foot pushing a trash can over just in time to catch the bile that oozed from Dean's mouth. His body contracted itself into a violently shaking ball as his stomach forced more of the sour liquid out. Sam's thoughts raced as he watched him. Fever. Vomiting. Infection? Poison?

He snapped back out of his own mind and pushed Dean's panting body back on the bed. He grabbed a towel off the table and wiped Dean's face, talking quietly and soothingly. Dean whimpered low in his throat as Sam cradled his head in his heads. Dean looked up at him with wet, panicking eyes. "Can you hear me Dean?" A gurgled grunt was the reply. "I need you to tell me what hurts." Dean tried to roll is head out of Sam's grip. "Dean, c'mon buddy, what hurts?" He whimpered and slowly pulled his hand up onto his abdomen. "Your stomach or the cut?" He tried to keep the tension out of his voice but failed. Dean mumbled an 'O' sound. Sam pulled aside the bandage and gawked at the gash. The flesh around the stitches was red and puffy. The swollen, flaming skin tugged at the thread. Sam swallowed back a gag. He knew it must hurt as bad as it looked.

Dean moaned and attempted to roll away. Sam held him down and brushed his hair back. "It's okay Dean. I'm gonna fix everything." He settled Dean back and rushed into the bathroom. He dumped the trash can full of vomit into the toilet and grabbed as many towels as he could find. He put everything on the table-along with a few other things-and yanked the table next to the bed. Dean cringed as Sam pulled at his jeans. "I've seen you undressed before Dean." He joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. The corners of Dean's mouth twitched.

"N' N'k'd bf'fr." Sam carefully pulled the denim down his legs. Dean's heavy breathing tightened as the cool air hit him. "S'n y'u." He mumbled. Sam feigned laughter.

"Yeah, you have. How many times? Not counting when we were kids." Dean shivered at Sam's cold touch. Sam grimaced but kept his tone up.

It was going to be a long night.

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"Hey Dean, you remember the time you put itching powder in my underwear?" Sam's fake voice made Dean's head vibrate. It wasn't enough that he was literally pulling Dean's own body apart, but he had to torture him with that overly cheery, loud, voice. And he wouldn't let him yank anything over his head to shut it out. He kept pinning him down and going back to whatever the hell he was doing to him.

He moaned deep in his raw throat as Sam made a sudden move against the huge gash on his ribs. He bit on the inside of his mouth hard enough to draw blood. He felt Sam put the wet washcloth on his forehead again. Kid didn't even know how to treat a fever. He felt like screaming at him but his energy was nearly gone, and it was hard just to keep breathing.

His attention half snapped back as Sam caused another burning wave of pain to shock through his torso. He moaned and clutched weakly at the sheets next to him.

"Dean, it's okay. It'll all be over soon." He had heard that phrase at least ten time in the past two hours. He understood that Sam was trying, but god he sucked at it. He could at least try a bit harder to take the insane panic out of his voice.

But Dean said nothing. He just hoped Sam would finish quick before he lost it.

Dean opened his eyes a little and attempted to touch Sam's hand. "S'm, g'nn' 'rl-" He mumbled as whatever was still left in his stomach snaked up his throat. He felt Sam push him to the side as the sour liquid filled his mouth. His body convulsed into a tight ball, making the gash burn with the movement. Sam reached in towards his abdomen and put something against it so Dean's arm wouldn't smash it open. A quiet hushing sound came from his side. Dean moved his arm around until he found Sam's wrist. He gripped it with everything he had left in him as his body tightened and contracted violently.

The flow of bile finally stopped and Sam gently laid him back down on the bed. Dean didn't move as Sam wiped at his face. His voice had lost it's cheery tone, it was now replaced with depression. Cool water dripped into his mouth, half washing away the bad taste in his mouth.

The night crept on. Dean grew less and less aware of what was going on. The only thing he was sure of was the consistent pain in his side and the hum of Sam's voice. Both only stopped when Dean start retching up vomit again. Each time he laid back down Sam lost more of his fake front. Soon his voice plainly showed his uncertainty and fear.

Dean swallowed back a tight lump in his throat. He knew what was coming. "Ssss'm." He breathed. A cold hand touched his shoulder.

"I'm here Dean." He licked his lips.

"D'n tr' 'nymore." He could hear the confusion on Sam's face.

"Don't try what?" Dean trailed his finger against Sam's hand and smiled a little. "Dean?" He closed his eyes and gave into the pull that he could feel in his heart.

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"Dean? C'mon buddy, talk to me." Sam shook his shoulder a little. He watched his face grow progressively paler and felt his skin grow colder. He wiped his arm across his face to get rid of the tears. "Dean, c'mon. You can't leave me again." He moaned. Sam cupped Dean's head in his hands and leaned against him. "No." He sobbed as he curled himself around his brothers lifeless form.

The night wore on around them, quiet and apathetic.

Sam cried himself to sleep, still gripping Dean as hard as he could.

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Sam snapped stiff as a sudden gasping broke the silence of the night. Dean's body convulsed as he choked in more air. "Dean?!" Sam jumped up and held his shoulders down. He gasped as he looked at his eyes.

They were pure white.

He didn't have time to register anything before Dean got his legs under Sam's body and kicked, sending him halfway across the room. Sam yelped as he smashed into the table, the edge hitting the back of his head. Black spots swirled in front of his eyes just before he lost all awareness.

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"Oh damn that hurt." Sam moaned as he sat up. He shook his head and looked around. Dean was gone. The door was swinging open in the wind. And there were drag marks leading away from the motel into the woods. Sam stood up and wobbled a little before grabbing his gun and a knife. A flashlight was clutched in his hand as he headed out into the woods.

He followed the trail deep into the woods. It led through thick and thin foliage, sometimes through the occasional stream. Sam knew what the white eyes meant. A spirit taker had possessed him. He wasn't really dead, just shut down until the damned monster could settle in and take over. The only thing it did this for was to really kill the victim in as horrible a way as it possibly could. And if Sam was right, he had a matter of minutes before Dean either jumped off a cliff or drowned himself.

He cursed bitterly as he stalked through the forest, being careful not to make a sound. He kept a fast pace, hoping to see Dean ahead of him. His wishes were granted as he saw a hunched, half naked figure tripping on through the woods. He bit back a yell and hurried ahead. He didn't know what the spirit taker was going to do to kill him, but Sam was going to stop it no matter what he had to do.

Sam couldn't help but whimper as he watched Dean brush against a broken branch, leaving bloody trails across his arm. Dean didn't even stop to look at them. He just kept half jogging through the woods. Sam quickened his pace and soon got close enough to hear his ragged breathing. He cursed under his breath and ducked behind a boulder as Dean stopped in front of a deep, quiet pool. His blood ran cold as the inhuman laugh of the spirit taker tore from Dean's lips. White smoke flew from Dean's body as the monster left it's tortured victim. His body sagged as soon as it left and fell forward into the pool.

"Dean!" He yelled. Without thinking he jumped in after him, desperate to get him back on the surface before it was too late. The water slammed against his body in one cold wave, making him want to gasp. He pushed down against it with all he had and reached for the hand that was quickly disappearing. He missed by only an inch.

Sam shot back up to the surface and gasped in another gulp of air before diving back down after him. His hand touched the bottom of the pool before he knew it. He felt his was desperately for Dean's body. His efforts were rewarded as his hand touched a limp shoulder.

Sam yanked him up off the bottom and swam hard up to the surface. The water broke around them as he pushed up into the cold night air. He pushed Dean's body up onto the shore and came up next to him. "C'mon Dean, don't die now." He said as he put his ear again his chest. His heart was faintly beating, though no air moved into his lungs. Sam pushed against his chest in an attempt to force the water out. "Don't die now Dean." Sam's panicking tone received no answer. Sam pushed Dean's neck straighter and put his mouth against his, forcing air down his throat. A quiet gurgling noise traveled through Dean's body. Sam rolled him on his side and patted his back as water flowed out and away from Dean's lungs. Sam leaned his head on Dean's shoulder, an immense relief taking over him. He muttered Dean's name and gasped in oxygen.

"Sss'm." He jumped at the sound of his name. He pulled his jacket off a and laid it across Dean's torso in an attempt to shut out some of the cold.

"I'm here Dean." He eased his arm under Dean's shoulders and picked him up. "Gonna take you home and get you cleaned up." Dean's head rolled into Sam's chest as he stood up. He heard Dean mumble his name again. "It's okay Dean. I've got ya. Just don't go to sleep on me. Stay awake." A quiet moan was his answer. "Hey, I just yanked you out of the water and kept you alive, it's the least you can do."

"J'rk." Sam smiled a little and trudged on.

"Yeah, love you to bitch."


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Sam uncurled himself from his tight position on the chair and stretched his long legs out. His eyes slowly fell on Dean's sleeping form on the bed. His breathing had finally leveled out, and the monitor told him his pulse was steady and slow again. The feverish flush had left his cheeks, leaving him only a bit more pale than he should be. Sam sighed in relief. It had taken four hours to get him all stitched and bandaged up, and he was afraid the blood loss alone would kill him.

But Dean was, Dean. And it would take a lot more to drag him down. Sam let out a shuddering sigh and touched Dean's fingers softly. He jumped as Dean's hand suddenly wrapped around his. He watched Dean open his eyes a little and gaze at him. Sam stood up and brushed at Dean's hair. "You with me or are you still in dream world dude?" Dean rolled his eyes and loosened his hold on Sam's hand.

" 'M here."

"Good." Dean blinked up at him as he adjusted the IV in his hand.

"Wh't's that f'r?" Sam inwardly winced at the rasp in his throat and slid his arm behind Dean's shoulders, water bottle in hand.

"Just painkiller. Here, drink some of this." Dean sucked back three big swallows gratefully and settled back. Sam gently fixed the bandage on his arm.

"What happened?" He looked at him for a moment then went to the other side, now playing the the bandage on his shoulder.

"Spirit taker." Dean shifted and stared up at the ceiling.

"What'd it do?" Sam sat down o the edge of the bed and touched Dean's forehead, testing for fever.

"Nearly drowned you." Dean nodded then froze.

"How close?" Sam sighed and picked up the laptop off the table.

"You were underwater for more than a minute. Almost couldn't bring you back." Dean watched him a minute.

"Did you do mouth to.." He trailed off. Sam blushed a little and cleared his throat.

"Umm, yeah. Kinda had to." Dean made a face.

"Gross"

"You're welcome. You wanna watch Indiana Jones for the millionth time or Scrooged?" Dean pulled the blankets up higher and gave Sam a meaningful look. "Figured." Sam popped the movie in and set the laptop on the bed so Dean could see it. He pulled the chair up closer to the bed and crossed his arms.

" 'D you sleep in that chair?" Sam shrugged.

"I guess." A smirk crossed Dean's tired face.

"Ever heard of a bed Sammy?"

"Yeah. I was sleeping in the one you're in now till you wet the other one." Dean flushed a little. "You suck." Sam muttered as he put his feet up against Dean's back.

"Hey, it's not as bad as what you did in Montana last month. Owner nearly killed both of us." Sam smiled uncomfortably at the memory.

But that was okay. Dean was safe, and so was he.

And as long as they had each other, it would stay that way.

END.

[hayley]

This is cool. Never seen the TV series it's based on, but like this. Shame it's only in one part.

[Prudery]

I have a lot of others on here if you want to read more.

And the show is called Supernatural. Here are a few sites to tell you about it;

http://en.wikipedia....%28TV_series%29

http://www.supernatural.tv/

[Kveykvakonungr]

Damn man, I've actually started watching this cos of u! so when is this set, exactly? don't spoil anything, just say something like between season 1 & 2 or somthing

[Prudery]

Damn man, I've actually started watching this cos of u! so when is this set, exactly? don't spoil anything, just say something like between season 1 & 2 or somthing

Oh wow, I'm glad I could get you started!

I don't really have it set any time, seeing as it doesn't connect with any episodes or anything. I guess it's in mid season two for reasons I will not state XD.