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Entry tags: | author: my_sam_dean, fandom: supernatural, pairing: sam/dean, prompt # 19 - blood, rating: nc-17 |
Brothers' Blood (NC-17) by my_sam_dean
Title: Brothers' Blood
Author: my_sam_dean
The Prompt: 19 - Blood
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Dean, Bobby
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam's visions come back and he is burned by holy water. Dean knows they need help. They head to Bobby's to help make Sam well.
A/N: Warnings: Slash/Incest. I own nothing Supernatural.
Sam had always been a warm blanket when he sprawled his long limbs over Dean as they slept. Whether Sam had normal temperature or higher never crossed Dean's mind. He just knew what he never needed to wear more clothes to bed at night in the winter because Sam was sure to keep him warm.
A sleepy sound escaped Sam's lips as he shifted around a little, still covering Dean's body just moving around a little. Dean gave Sam a kiss on his forehead as he settled back in. He watched Sam's dimples as he moved his lips around as he fell back to sleep. He could never tire of looking at Sam, asleep or awake.
The scent of Dean is what Sam woke up to with his face buried in Dean's neck. He loved that smell. It was the best way to wake up, even though Dean would claim that fresh coffee was the best smell to wake up to. Sam might even agree with Dean that it was the best to wake up to because he wouldn't want to admit how much Dean's scent affected him. It was better not to give Dean any more ammunition than he already had against Sam.
Sam trailed his fingers over Dean's chest, testing to see if he was awake yet.
"Sammy," Dean's voice was thick with sleep. "You already up?"
"Just seeing if I could wake you," Sam smiled against Dean's skin. "Guess I succeeded."
"I'll say. How'd you sleep?"
"Good."
"No nightmares or visions?" Dean asked just to make sure.
"Nope. None."
"That's great. You'd tell me if you were still getting those, right?"
"Yes, Dean."
"Just making sure."
After Sam had been stabbed at Cold Oak, Bobby and Dean had been able to patch Sam up. Then, at Hell's Gate, Dean had finally killed the Yellow-Eyed Demon. After that, Sam's visions disappeared. Sam was grateful not to have the headaches and Dean was thankful that he didn't have to see Sam in that kind of pain again.
Even though Dean and Bobby had been able to patch up Sam's back after Cold Oak, Sam's left arm was weak. It was much weaker than before and had made Dean even more protective (if that was possible) on hunts. He tried not to make it obvious to Sam because he didn't want Sam to feel self-conscious about something he had no control over. Sam noticed, but he didn't say anything. He was smart enough to know that he needed the extra protection while on a hunt.
Sam's fingers were still trailing over Dean's chest.
"Feeling frisky, Sammy?"
"Are you?" he asked right back.
Dean smiled that certain smile of his. Sam knew what that smile meant.
Slow, sleepy kisses quickly turned into ones with more heat and passion. Dean rolled them over so Sam was on his back and told him to stay. He reached in the nightstand for the lube. "I want to bottom," he told Sam as he handed him the bottle.
Sam ran his hands up and down Dean's sides. Then, he said in a husky voice, " I want to watch you open yourself." He handed the bottle back to Dean and Dean grinned as he poured the liquid over his fingers.
Sam watched Dean as he lifted his body to kneeling over Sam's thighs. His eyes were closed as he moved his fingers in and out. Small whimpers and moans escaped his lips and his body moved along with what he was feeling. Sam took it all in. He loved seeing Dean like this, vulnerable and sexy at the same time. He kept his hands off Dean until his eyes opened and he swooped down for a kiss.
"You ready, Sammy?" he whispered hotly in Sam's ear.
"Yes," it came out sounding like a plea.
Dean warmed up some liquid in his hands before coating Sam with it. He positioned himself just above with one hand holding Sam still. Dean slowly lowered himself. Upon first entering Dean, Sam moaned. Part of him wanted to push up and move further in. Still, he knew that this part couldn't be rushed, he could dictate the speed later.
When he felt Dean begin to squirm, he knew it was time to move. He put his hands on Dean's hips and guided him up and down as he thrust up from the bed. Dean did most of the work, having to hover over Sam while he moved. It didn't matter. They both achieved what they needed and that was the important part.
After cleaning up, they laid there soaking in the afterglow.
"Do you think my arm will ever get stronger?" Sam asked from the area of Dean's shoulder where his head rested.
"I don't know. That stab wound was really bad. We were lucky Bobby was able to sew you up."
"I'm grateful for that. I'm just frustrated when I have to struggle to do what used to come so easy."
"We can try lifting weights or just doing stretches for range of motion. I'll help you with it. I didn't want to bring it up. I knew you would when you were ready."
"Will you still love me if my arm stays how it is?"
"I'd love you without that arm or anything else. You are separate from your body. I love your heart and mind."
"Hmmm."
"What?" Dean asked, trying to see the face that was tucked under his chin.
"I was hoping you'd say something like that, but didn't think you'd say the words. I feel the same about you."
"With the career choices we've made, that's good to know, Sammy. Injuries are common place."
'As long as we have each other to come home to, we'll be alright."
"We'll be better than alright. It makes hunting worth it," Dean kissed the top of Sam's head and they fell back to sleep.
***
They fell into a routine where every morning included Dean helping Sam do some stretches and lifting weights that were really just items that they had in the trunk. They could progressively get heavier, so they did their job.
Sam was frustrated at how slow everything was going. The stretches seemed to be helping but the strength just wasn't there.
"We need to be happy that the stretches are working," Dean told Sam as he rubbed his shoulders for him one night. "That way, when you get your strength, you'll be able to put some force behind it."
Sam was still sad but knew that what Dean said was true.
After a few months of their hard work, Sam was able to move his left arm with a small weight in it. It was a huge step for him. The smile Sam had on his face warmed Dean's heart. He just knew from that point on that Sam was going to be okay.
Sam began to get restless in his sleep. It was just little things at first. He'd shuffle his limbs enough to where it woke Dean up. Then, he started to mumble in his sleep. When Dean asked him about it later, Sam couldn't remember what he had been dreaming about. Before too long, it had progressed to full-fledged nightmares.
Dean was back to holding Sam and whispering to him as he rocked his sweaty body back and forth. He held Sam tighter when they slept. Nothing seemed to help.
"I think the nightmares are back because your body is getting stronger," Dean told Sam one morning.
"What?" Sam was still half-asleep and unable to follow any conversation that required thinking.
"Your visions stopped when you were stabbed, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, that's when you were at your weakest. Bobby had just patched you up and you weren't able to move to do much until you healed. Now, you're working at getting stronger, so maybe your visions are coming back along with your strength."
"That would be my damn luck."
"It's up to you, Sam. Work on getting stronger and chance the visions again or stop and hopefully the visions will disappear again."
"I'm gonna have to think about that one. Do we have any coffee?"
***
Sam decided to continue his strength training. He wanted to be able to help keep them safe on hunts. He thought he could handle the visions because it was his physical abilities that would help them survive.
***
Sam thought that maybe a soothing nighttime routine would help his bad dreams, and Dean was all for it. Anything that would help them get a good night’s sleep, especially after he heard what Sam’s plan was.
Sam clicked the television off at ten o’clock. “No more television, we need to start relaxing for sleep.”
“I always relax in front of the television.”
“I read about this, Dean. I just want to try it for a couple of nights. If it doesn’t help, you can go back to falling asleep in front of late night infomercials.”
Next, Sam lit some candles in the bathroom and Dean thought that he was trying to get an odor out or going to perform some ritual. He was wrong. It was just softer lighting so the two of them could shower.
Dean got on board with this new nightly routine when he found himself kissing Sam under the warm spray with shampoo still in his hair. The washed each other’s bodies, the coarseness of the washcloths a sharp contrast to the tender caresses of lathered soap. Once they were both clean, they were unable to ignore how hard they’d become while tending to each other. Their mouths fused together in kisses while their hands brought them to a mutual release, sliding against each other and their hands. Cleaning up was quite simple.
A warm, fuzzy feeling had started to take over as they toweled off. Sam blew out the candles before they left the room.
They slid between the sheets and curled up beside each other. Sleep didn’t take them over immediately. They whispered about their memories and stories of the past, what they thought the world would be like in the future for hunters like them.
Their peaceful slumber was shattered by Sam’s scream that almost had Dean bolting for his gun. When he saw that Sam’s eyes were still closed, he told him that it was just a dream, none of it was real, and that he needed him to wake up. Tears squeezed through Sam’s lashes as he tossed his head from side to side. Dean put a hand on his cheek to settle him. When Sam opened his eyes, he sadly looked at Dean. He knew he couldn’t hide the fact that it had been a vision induced nightmare and he hated the thought of going back down that road.
Dean was relieved when Sam awoke and recognized him. He noticed that Sam seemed warmer than usual. “You feeling okay, Sammy? Not getting sick?”
“I’m fine, Dean,” Sam was short with him. “I just need to get back to sleep so we can get on the road tomorrow.”
Sam laid his head on Dean’s chest and threw his limbs over Dean like usual. It just seemed like Sam was getting to be a warmer and warmer blanket. Dean didn’t know what to make of it, so he didn’t bring it up again. If Sam didn’t feel sick, maybe Dean was coming down with something himself.
***
A couple weeks later, Sam had his first vision during the day. He fell to his knees, gripping his head. All Dean could do was kneel down by him and get him someplace where he could lie down while he recovered.
“I still don’t get it. It was too blurry for me to see anything clearly and yet it hurt as bad as those other ones did. It doesn’t make sense because I couldn’t get the same information from it as I got form the older ones.”
“I just wish they’d stayed gone,” Dean stopped his pacing. “You need to promise to tell me when they get too bad,” Dean ordered him. “No more secrets.”
“No more secrets,” Sam’s eyelids were droopy.
Dean shut the curtains to keep the sunlight out. He put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, and laid down by Sam. At least he could offer him what little comfort his body could give him.
Sam buried his nose in Dean’s neck, breathing in all the strength, comfort, and love that he associated with his scent over the years. Dean fell asleep with the soft puffs of Sam’s breathing against his skin
***
They were just digging through their arsenal when some holy water spilled onto Sam’s fingers. “Ouch!” he exclaimed as he quickly put his fingers in his mouth.
Dean figured he’d cut himself on one of the blades kept in there. “Sammy, let me see. You might need stitches.”
He took the fingers out of his mouth to find that they had tiny blisters on them.
“What did you get into?”
“It was just holy water,” Sam’s confusion was evident on his face. “It must have leaked. You didn’t change the contents without telling me first, did you?”
“Of course I wouldn’t’ do that,” Dean slammed the trunk.
Both of them wondered why holy water would hurt Sam now when he’d been using it his whole life, but neither said a word to the other. Dean just took it upon himself to always be the one to handle it from then on.
***
It was all the gradual adjustments that they made. One by one they didn’t seem like much, but if you added them all up, they amounted to plenty. They kept hunting, even though Sam’s vision nightmares kept them from getting a good night’s rest. Dean carried the holy water and was protective of Sam because although his arm was still getting stronger, he still wasn’t back to how he used to be.
When the daytime visions went from every few weeks to weekly to almost every day, and intensity got worse, Dean knew there was something else that had to be done. He dug in the med kit for the pain killers to give Sam some relief. He loaded their belongings into the Impala, and they headed to Bobby’s.
Dean phoned Bobby to tell them why they were coming during one of their pit stops that Sam slept through with the help of the pain pills. Bobby wasn’t going to put any holy water in Sam’s beer since they already knew the demon blood in him was somehow getting stronger. Most importantly, Sam was in pain, and they needed to find a way out of it.
“Dean?” Sam’s voice was groggy as he started to wake up in the passenger seat.
“Right here, Sammy.”
“Why am I so sleepy?”
“I gave you some pain pills for your headache. It’s okay to just rest.”
“Where are we going?”
“Bobby’s. He knows we’re coming. Just get some sleep and we’ll be there in no time,”
Dean reached his one hand across the seat and placed it on top of Sam’s. Even as sleepy as he was, Sam moved his hand over and held it tight. He held onto Dean’s hand even as he slept.
***
Bobby came outside as soon as he heard the familiar growl of the Impala’s engine. He helped Dean get Sam to bed and then waited in the kitchen for Dean to come down and tell him the details.
“Know how Sam’s left arm was weak after we patched him up?”
“Yeah.”
“He wasn’t getting any visions then, either. Once he wanted to work on making that arm stronger, the visions started coming back in the form of dreams and then visions. They became more and more frequent and increasingly painful. There were two other things that I noticed. Sam got some holy water on him and it left a small line of blisters. And, his body temperature seems warmer. I’m used to Sam being warm, but this is warmer even for him. Think it has something to do with that demon blood that’s in him.?”
“Sure could. Problem is, how do we get rid of it? An exorcism would get rid of the demon but would there be enough of Sam left to survive? Another thing that might be an option is a total blood transfusion.”
“A what?”
“It’s draining Sam’s blood out of him and replacing it with blood that is compatible to his. That blood wouldn’t have any demon blood in it.”
“How would we even start to do that?”
“I’d have to make some calls. I think I know of a man who would oversee it. Then, we’d have to take the blood from the donor over time. After that, we could do the big transfusion.”
“Okay, Bobby, make your calls. I’m going to be with Sam. Do you have anything stronger than these pain pills if the visions get worse?”
Bobby looked at the bottle. “I have something stronger in serum that needs to be injected. Just let me know if we get to that point.”
Dean, looking ragged and way older than his years, told Bobby, “It isn’t a matter of if, Bobby, it’s just a matter of when.”
Bobby understood and nodded as he watched Dean make his way upstairs.
***
Finding Tom was easy enough. He said he’d be on his way over later to type Sam’s blood and see if either Dean or Bobby was a match. It not, they would have to look to their friends and family for a match, which in their case meant other hunters.
Luckily, Dean was a match. The doctor took his first donation from Dean that visit. He told him to eat healthy because that was going to help his blood production and he wanted to be able to perform the transfusion on Sam as soon as possible.
Tom gave them stronger medications for pain management and told them to try to keep his fever down. He’d be back the next day to check on them.
After he’d left, Dean looked at Bobby. “Do you think we’re doing the right thing here?”
“It’s all I know how to do, Dean. We could always fall back on that exorcism plan.”
“I’ll love Sammy no matter how he is. I would just hate to make him any more shattered than he has to be.”
“I agree,” Bobby stood to stretch and go to bed. “Looks like you’re going to be eating your veggies for the next few weeks.”
“Don’t even bring that up. I’d only ever do that for Sam.”
“I know. That’s why I have to take full advantage of this opportunity to tease you. It’s not going to happen again. Night, Dean.”
“Night, Bobby.”
***
“Dean,” Sam’s voice was hoarse. “Where am I?”
“We’re at Bobby’s,” Dean was already lifting a glass of water to his lips. “There is a friend of his who is going to do a total blood transfusion on you. I’m a match, so they’re going to take blood from me over the next couple of days. Then, when he has enough, he’ll be able to start draining your tainted blood and replacing it with mine.”
“Will that work?”
“We’re hoping it will. We have a backup plan, just in case.”
Sam was silent for a minute, letting it sink in. “What’s the backup?”
“Exorcizing the demon,” Dean couldn’t look at Sam as he told him. “That part should just leave and then you’d be free of him.”
“There’d be no way to know how much of just me is actually left. I could end up very damaged.”
“But you’d be free.”
“Would you still love me?”
“I’ll always love you--”
“No, Dean. Not like that. I mean will you love me? I would understand if you couldn’t.”
Dean turned around to face Sam. “Is that how little you think of me? You think that I’m just so shallow and that I would leave you behind once things weren’t going smoothly?”
“No. I could just understand if you didn’t want to be tied to an invalid,” Sam’s voice was soft. “I haven’t been much better than that with being drugged all the time.”
“This is just temporary.”
“But what I’d be like after an exorcism isn’t, Dean. That would be lifelong. That’s why I asked you, not because I think you’d take the first rough patch as an opportunity to bolt. Heaven knows that would have been long ago.”
“We’re getting ahead of ourselves,” Dean sat down by Sam on the bed. “First, we do this transfusion and see if it works. It makes sense to me and it just might do the trick. Then, we’re just arguing over nothing.”
Sam nodded and leaned back against Dean.
“Did you have any bad dreams?”
“I just drifted and floated between sleeping and awake.”
“I can give you more pills or Bobby has something stronger.”
“Just the pills,” Sam replied. “I like having these moments when I’m coherent enough to argue with you.” He smiled, showing his dimples.
“I’ll have you know,” Dean said as he dug the pill bottle out of his pocket,” that I’m still the big brother so I’m still always right.”
“If you say so, Dean.” Sam took the pills and snuggled back into Dean. “Guess I’ll just have to believe you.”
Dean looked down at Sam’s sleeping face and hoped that the transfusion was as good of an idea as he had made it sound. His fingers slid through Sam’s long hair as he thought about what Sam had said, not wanting to burden Dean if he was severely damaged after an exorcism. What Sam didn’t understand was that no matter what happened to Sam, he was still Dean’s Sammy. Nothing would ever change that.
***
“How are you feeling today?” Tom asked Dean while he took the fourth bag of blood from him.
“Little tired, otherwise fine,” Dean replied. “When will we have enough to do the transfusion?”
“You just let me worry about that, young man. I want you to eat a healthy diet and get plenty of rest. Otherwise, we’ll have to space out your donations more.”
“I want to get this done as soon as possible,” Dean began to argue.
“I realize that. But, we need to watch out for your health, too. So follow my orders and we can continue ahead as planned. Any big problems with Sam’s temperature?”
“Been giving him Tylenol. I don’t know if it’s been helping. He’s always been a little warm.”
“Well, use cold showers if you have to. If his temperature gets too high, it can cause brain damage. We don’t want that.”
Dean made a mental note to keep a closer eye on Sam’s temperature. He had to be extra diligent taking care of Sam since they were keeping Sam in a drugged out state and he was unable to care for himself.
***
“Eat up,” Bobby put a plate of vegetables and roast in front of him. “I want to see all of those veggies gone and then I want you to get yourself up to bed. You’re going to follow Tom’s directions whether you want to or not.”
“You know how I hate vegetables,” Dean moved them around a little with his fork.
“Oh, yeah, I remember,” Bobby said. “I also know you’d walk though fire for Sam. Eating some harmless vegetables from my garden isn’t too much to ask.”
Dean sighed as he dug in. It was going to be a long couple of weeks if he had to keep eating like that.
As soon as he walked into the bedroom, he knew something was wrong. Sam was shivering in bed, but he was hot to the touch.
“Bobby!” Dean yelled down the hall and stairs. “Need you up here!”
Dean was already stripping Sam when Bobby came into the room.
“Start a cold shower,” Dean told him. “Then, come back here and help me get him in there. I’ll stand in there with him. We have to get this temperature down.”
Dean heard the water turn on and took off his own clothes. “Here we go, Sammy. We’re going to make you feel better.”
Bobby re-entered the room, and if he was shocked to see the two boys naked, he didn’t show it. He took one of Sam’s arms and slung it over his shoulder as he helped the taller man to the bathroom.
Dean turned Sam so he was facing him in the shower. “That’s it, Sammy. You just rest your head on my shoulder while I get you cooled down.” He sloshed water over Sam’s skin and made sure to soak his hair. Sam’s teeth were chattering.
“C-c-cold,” was all Sam could say.
“I know, Sammy. Just rest against me. We’ll be done soon. You’ll be back to yourself in no time.”
As he splashed more water on Sam’s skin, he hoped it would be true.
***
Bobby rigged up the bed so that it was covered in plastic. They were able to place ice packs around Sam to keep him cool. But, that meant that the pain pills weren’t taking care of the visions like they were before. They had to use the stronger sedation that Bobby had.
One of them sat at Sam’s bedside around the clock. Mostly, it was Dean. He laid on the bed by Sam on the other side of a barrier he’d fashioned between him and the ice packs. He didn’t know that Bobby slept in the chair on the other side of the bed keeping an eye on the both of them.
Tom kept his regular visits. Finally, one day, he told them that they would be able to perform the transfusion the next day. Dean and Bobby were so relieved. Dean tried to tell Sam about it, but he wasn’t sure if Sam heard. It was probably just as well, He didn’t want Sam to worry about it.
Dean tossed and turned that night.
“You need your rest, Dean,” Bobby’s voice came from the direction of the old chair.
“Have you been sitting there this whole time?”
“Every night,” Bobby replied. “I knew you’d keep a good eye on Sam. I needed to keep an eye on you.”
Instead of being embarrassed or insisting that he could take care of himself just fine, Dean just said, “Thanks.”
“That’s what I’m here for. Now get some sleep.”
***
Tom came to the scrap yard early in the morning. He started a line from Sam to a bag to collect his blood in one arm. In the other arm, Tom inserted a line to inject Dean’s blood into Sam after Sam’s blood had been drained out. It was a slow process. Luckily, Sam slept though it with Bobby’s meds. It was agonizing for the rest of them.
Sam’s body temperature began to drop after they’d hit the half-way point. They moved away some of the ice packs and his temperature still stayed down. Score one for the home team.
After the infusion was complete, even Tom looked weary. “All we can do is wait.”
They made small talk and ate supper while waiting for Sam to wake up.
“Dean,” Sam croaked. “I’m so thirsty.”
“Here’s some water,” Bobby handed him a glass. “Dean will be right back in. How do you feel?”
“Fine, I guess. Tired.”
“Have you had any visions?”
“No. None that I can remember, at least. Was that medication you had supposed to prevent them?”
“No, it was just to help with pain, and it wore off hours ago.”
“Does this mean that I’m done with the visions? That it worked?”
“I don’t know,” replied Bobby. “I hope so.”
“I thought I heard your voice,” Dean came into the room, all smiles. “It is so good to hear you talking. How are you feeling?”
“Tired and thirsty. No visions, though.”
“I think it worked,” Dean told him. “I think that all you needed was a body full of demon-free blood to get rid of the side effects.”
“I sure hope so,” Sam sighed. “Will you lie with me for awhile?”
“I’ll just give you boys some privacy,” Bobby excused himself from the room. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, Sam.”
“Thanks, Bobby.”
Dean crawled in beside Sam and they were asleep within minutes. Their worries were gone. They had the future spread out like a road in front of them.
***
“Are you sure you two have to be leaving so soon?” Bobby asked them over breakfast about a week after Sam’s transfusion.
“Dean’s getting antsy and you know how he is when he gets that way,” Sam chuckled with Bobby who knew all too well that a bored Dean was not a happy one.
Dean just ignored the two of them and kept shoveling in his breakfast. He wasn’t looking forward to their trip but he knew that it was important to Sam.
“You boys call if you need anything,” Bobby yelled from his porch.
“Thanks, Bobby,” Dean called back as they got in the Impala.
At the cemetery, Sam didn’t even have to ask Dean to accompany him. Dean just got out of the car and went with.
They stood there, over their mother’s headstone, where Sam had buried their father’s dog tags, and listened to the wind for a moment before Sam spoke.
“The demon’s hold on our family is finally gone. I received a blood transfusion from Dean which wiped out almost all of the demon blood that there could have been in me. Only miniscule amounts remain. That means the visions will stay away, too. We just wanted you to know that Dean saved me. You don’t need to worry about us. I have a feeling that we’re going to be fine.” Sam put his hand on Dean’s arm as they walked back to the Impala. “Do you think they mind that we’re together?”
“Can’t say for sure. I don’t think they’d hold it against us.”
“That’s good enough for me,” Sam smiled, put a hand on Dean’s cheek and kissed him.