my_sam_dean (my_sam_dean) wrote in wincest_is_best, @ 2008-04-21 02:30:00 |
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Title: Found
Author: my_sam_dean
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Sam/Dean, Bobby (mentions demon!Dean)
Warnings; Slash, Incest, body abused while possessed by demon.
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
Summary: Dean is gone and possessed for five days before Bobby and Sam find him. This is how they deal with the outcome of the possession.
Dean opened his eyes to find himself someplace he didn't recognize. But, Sam was there, so he knew he'd be okay.
"Hey, Sammy," Dean's tongue felt too big for his mouth and he hurt in way too many places. "What happened?"
"What's the last thing you remember?" the concern on Sammy's face did nothing to calm Dean's nerves.
"I was out playing pool and cards. A guy cheated and I called him on it. The place erupted in a fight. That's it."
"That was five days ago," Dean couldn't believe Sam's words. He'd lost five days?
"Someone must have snatched your charm to ward off possession during the fight," Bobby spoke and it was the first time Dean noticed he was in the room.
"We've been so worried about you," Sam brushed Dean's hair back in an intimate gesture.
Bobby cleared his throat. "Let's get you boys back to the motel. Then, we can see what Dean needs besides a few days' rest."
Dean try not to cry out in pain as each man took one arm to help him stand and make his way to the car. Dean knew demons were hard on the bodies that they occupied. He just never thought his insides would feel so cracked and scrambled.
"You still with us, Dean?" Bobby's gruff voice broke through Dean's haze of pain.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Just checkin'."
Dean tried to take an inventory of himself while riding back to the motel. It was hard to decide what hurt when everything hurt.
Bobby covered the bed in towels before helping Sam lie Dean on it.
"The best thing would be to get Dean out of those clothes, wash him up a little, and see what injuries we can see from the outside," Bobby was filling a bowl with warm water and grabbing washcloths.
"I was so worried about you," Sam ran the back of his hand down Dean's cheek.
"Sorry," Dean whispered back, not daring to move for fear of what would hurt next.
"I'll go get my first aid kit," Bobby set the bowl and washcloths by the bed. "Sam, you get him out of those, I don't care if we cut 'em off."
Dean started to groan when Sam pulled at his shirt.
"You heard Bobby," Sam was trying hard to be careful. "It's either this or getting cut off."
"Start with my boots and jeans then," Dean insisted. "I can lose a shirt. I just got these jeans how I like them."
Sam had to laugh at Dean's vanity coming through even when in excruciating pain. He had Dean's boots off and his jeans down to his knees before Bobby came in the door lugging his suitcase-sized first aid kit.
"I think I have everything we need," Bobby got it to the opposite bed and unzipped it.
Sam finished with Dean's jeans and tried to get his shirt.
"Just cut it off, Sammy. It's not worth it," Dean said through gritted teeth.
"Better listen to him," Bobby said from behind Sam. "He's still got to go through getting patched up."
They each took a side and started to clean the dirt and grime away. Luckily, Dean had always insisted on keeping his hair short. I was easier to see any lacerations.
Bobby felt Dean's skull and there was a huge lump on the side.
"Looks like you got a hell of a knot here. Probably a concussion. You guys know the drill for that," Bobby didn't even look at them for confirmation because they'd been getting knocked out for years.
Two pairs of hands cleaned away dirt and felt along Dean's ribs for weak spots. They took note of ones that seemed the worst.
"Don't think they're broken," Bobby stated about his ribs before starting down his arm. "Can you squeeze my fingers, Dean?"
Dean squeezed but one side felt different.
"I think this shoulder is out," Bobby told Sam. "What are you finding over there?"
"Wrist looks sprained, lots of abrasions but nothing that needs stitches so far," Sam kept peering at Dean's body with the rotten lighting they had.
Dean's legs were bruised, especially his knees, and he had a twisted ankle.
Bobby and Sam log rolled him to check out his back. Besides bruising, he seemed okay. It was difficult to get Dean's shoulder back in, but they did. Then, they pulled the towels away and eased Dean down onto the sheets. To Dean, they felt like heaven.
Bobby went to his room next door and told Sam they'd have to go easy on the painkillers because of his head injury. Sam nodded, that wasn't news to him.
"Try ice packs and see if they help," Bobby suggested. "Especially on that shoulder of his."
Bobby disappeared into his room and they heard his television click on a few seconds later. Adjoining rooms were great when injured but they sucked as far as privacy.
Sam was digging out the antibiotic ointment and bandages when Dean called his name.
"What?"
"Boxers, Sam. Cut them off. Didn't want Bobby to see," Dean's eyes pled with him.
Sam got some clean water and a knife. When he discarded the material, Sam found Dean covered in disgusting material--sexual fluids, blood, other things. There were bites spotting him all over below his waist. Sam didn't gag as he tried to clean the mess up. Dean couldn't see what was down there, so he asked Sam.
"It's just bites under all this crap," Sam said.
"Bites? What the hell do you mean, bites?"
"Looks like bites to me. I don't know what they're from but the cuts were clearly made by jaws."
"Are they on my-"
"Yeah."
"Great."
"Before I finish here, did you need to go to the bathroom? We have an empty beer bottle."
"Sammy, I am not-"
"I don't think you're going to get very far, Dean. If you gotta go, lets just do this and get you settled in. You'll feel better after I get you the painkiller and ice."
"Fine. Get the bottle."
***
Sam covered all abrasions, cuts and bites with antibiotic ointment. He had wrapped Dean's left wrist and right ankle. They were propped up with ice. Dean's right shoulder was also bandaged with ice. Sam was quietly putting the supplies away when Dean whispered for him.
"I'm here, Dean."
"So cold. ." Dean's teeth were chattering.
"Just give me a minute and I'll fix that," Sam kissed Dean's forehead before setting the alarm clock to wake Dean up and getting ready for bed himself.
Sam bent his body carefully to go around the pillows and Dean's sore spots. "I'll help you keep warm. I'll be right here if you need anything."
"My stomach hurts."
"Like you're hungry?"
Dean shook his head.
"Here, take a drink of water. Is that better?"
"Depends. Did you keep the bottle?"
"Yeah. I emptied it out. You can drink all the fluids you want."
"It still hurts."
Sam reached over and started to rub Dean's stomach in circles. "Does this help?"
"Mmm. You being close to me and taking care of me really helps."
"I love you, Dean."
"My Sammy . . ." Dean was back to sleep.
***
The alarm went off. Sam almost fell out of bed trying to shut it off. He'd been lying on the very edge of the bed anyhow, trying to keep from jostling Dean.
"Dean," Sam rubbed Dean's good arm. "Time to wake up. Show me your eyes and make some coherent conversation and I'll give you another painkiller."
Dean started to stir and Sam could tell it was going to take awhile.
Sam kept talking to Dean as he refilled and replaced the icepacks. "Dean? You ready to talk?"
"Why do you have to be so loud?" Yep. That was typical Dean.
"I'll get you some painkillers. Anyplace that hurts that we didn't get?"
"I don't think so. I still feel covered in gunk where you put all that ointment."
"Well, that's for infection so I'm not cleaning that off. Need the bottle?"
"Let me take the painkiller first. Then I'll do my bottle trick."
Sam laughed. "Fine with me."
Dean was grumbling as Sam emptied the bottle and put it back by the bed. "Are you going to leave me freezing over here?"
"Of course not," Sam slid into bed after setting the alarm again. "There. Are you comfortable?"
"I hurt."
"I bet you do. You've been doing crazy demon stunts for five days. Just rest and you'll heal."
"Can you tell me a story until I start to fall asleep?" Dean asked. "It will keep my mind off my discomfort until the painkillers kick in."
"I remember when we were little and you taught me to ride a bike. It was your bicycle. It was way too big. But, I'd wanted to be able to do everything you could do, so you let me. I don't know how many tumbles I took before I called it quits. Then, you hauled me inside and I wanted to be a blubbering mess because I hurt so bad. You patiently cleaned and patched my scraped knobby knees and elbows. I wanted to just cry but you were taking such good care of me. You were calm and soothing, so I figured it couldn't be too bad. It was just your voice that made me feel better."
"Your voice does too, except for when you get that panic pitch in it like today."
"Don't go AWOL for five days and you won't hear that pitch again."
"I don't plan on going AWOL ever again. Think Bobby has any more of those charmed amulets?"
"I bet if he doesn't, he'll be looking for one. You scared the hell out of him, too. He was almost out of his mind."
"I doubt your hysterics helped him very much, Sammy."
"Concern, Dean. I voiced my concern."
"Whatever you say," Dean gave in.
Sam leaned over the pillows and ice packs and pressed his lips to Dean's. "I know that wasn't the proper welcome home but it's all you are getting right now. I love you , Dean. Goodnight."
"I love you, too, Sammy. Goodnight."
***
Bobby was an early riser. He went into the boys' room to see if they wanted anything for breakfast. Dean said something about his stomach being rough. Sam said that he was hungry. Bobby checked their alarm and said he'd be back with the food when it was time for the next painkiller. Before the door even closed behind Bobby, they were both back to sleep.
Their alarm went off a few minutes before Bobby came back.
"Want to use the bottle?" Sam offered.
"I guess less of an audience is a better idea," Dean hated being stuck in bed. He just wanted to get done before Bobby came in.
"I was thinking, Dean. You're going to need some antibiotics for those bites."
"What? You put the ointment on them."
"But they are bites that went through the skin, Dean. You need strong antibiotics just to be safe. I think Bobby could get us some."
"I don't want to tell Bobby."
"It's nothing that you did, Dean. It's just the way the demon left your body. Bobby won't think anything of it."
"I still don't want to."
"It's just Bobby!" Sam couldn't help but raise his voice.
"What's just me?" Bobby walked in suspiciously. "Got you some food and some soup. Out with whatever you were arguing over."
Dean just glared at Sam and Sam explained, "I think Dean needs some stronger antibiotics. The ointment isn't going to do it."
"Why? When we checked him over, he just had abrasions that should heal fine with ointment."
"Well, that was before we found the bites," Sam said and Dean threw his head back into his pillow, he could not believe that Sam just said that. Dean also knew what was coming next.
"What bites? Where?" Bobby's concern should have been comforting but instead Dean just felt ashamed as Sam moved the sheet aside to show him.
"Are they human?" Bobby asked and looked at Sam. Sam shrugged. Bobby looked to Dean who was staring at the ceiling wishing he could just disappear.
"Yeah, good call. I'll need to get some antibiotics from the clinic here in town," Bobby covered Dean back up and Dean found that he could breathe again. "Just until I get back, put hot rags on the bites that are on the, um, soft skin. We want to make sure that there isn't any infection in there and I'm not used to wounds in those areas."
"We will," Sam replied. "Thank you for breakfast."
"Yeah. Just make sure Dean eats some soup," Bobby walked out and fired up his car.
"Did you have to just show him like that?"
"How else did you expect him to understand what we needed, Dean?"
"I don't know."
***
Bobby came through with the antibiotics and Dean didn’t get any infections. He hobbled around carefully on his ankle with his bruised ribs. The furthest he ever went was the bathroom.
As Dean started to eat more than just soup, his body grew stronger and healed quicker. His shoulder still hurt but he was otherwise mobile.
Sam was waiting for his turn in the shower when Dean called for him from the bathroom. Sam figured maybe he’d slipped and jarred his ankle again.
When he got in there, Dean was resting his cock in his hand.
“This doesn’t look like a bite, Sammy.”
“What?” Sam moved closer to take a look.
“What is this?” Dean pointed to a sore.
“It wasn’t there before?”
Dean shook his head.
“Well, we knew the demon was active in your body. Maybe he didn’t protect it.”
“This means a visit to the clinic doesn’t it?”
Sam nodded. “I’ll go see what aliases we haven’t used lately.”
***
Luckily, the bites had healed to where the doctor didn't comment on them. Dean was embarrassed enough already. He took good care of his body and hated telling a doctor that he'd gotten drunk and stupid with a stranger. Dean had to lie to many people on the job but he didn't lie in real life.
"Here's the prescriptions for the medications. We'll have you go to the lab for a blood draw to test for other STDs and HIV," the doctor was very efficient but it wasn't helping how Dean felt. "I'd recommend testing for HIV in six months to make sure and use protection until that one comes back negative."
Dean took the slips of paper and wished he could sink into the floor.
***
"This is just something new to us," Sam tried to make Dean feel better about the assortment of condoms that Sam had bought and piled on the bed. "It is going to be okay."
Dean looked at Sam and the condoms and couldn't hold back the tears.
"It's fine, Dean. It's only temporary," Sam moved to Dean and put his arms around him.
"It was never supposed to be like this," Dean just stood there and allowed himself to be held. "Not with us."
Sam sat down and Dean's head rested on his shoulder.
"I never would have cheated on you, Sam."
"You didn't," Sam kept his voice quiet and his arm securely around Dean.
"So the demon in my body did. Same thing."
"It's not the same to me, Dean. It is nowhere near the same."
"How can you be so calm?"
"I lived without you for five days," Sam said. "I didn't know if you were alive. I didn't know if we would find you. Now, you're here and I know how much you love me. The rest of it just falls away"
"This could be something big. We could just be waiting for the bad news until six months from now."
"We'll worry about that in six months if we have to."
Dean sat there, silent.
***
Bobby noticed a change in the boys, but he didn't mention it. Dean seemed fine. He was getting around on his own, but he was subdued. Odd for Dean. Sam seemed extra protective of Dean, which could be chalked up to Dean having been possessed and missing for five days.
Since it seemed that the boys no longer needed his help, Bobby headed back home. They would be able to take care of each other and work out whatever it was that was askew. They knew to call him for help. But, their very intimate relationship wasn't something that Bobby wanted to get into or admit was going on.
Dean stayed his distance from Sam. He avoided touching whenever possible. Sam knew Dean was feeling guilty and down on himself but he still wanted to be close to him. It pained him to have Dean turn away when Sam just wanted some physical contact.
"You need to stop doing that."
"What?" Dean was on edge and snapped at Sam.
"Quit tuning me out."
"I'm not."
"You are, too. Ever since you got home from the doctor."
"It's called being careful, Sam. You don't want this, too."
"I'm not talking sex, Dean. I want to be able to hold you without you ripping yourself loose and running away."
"I don't want you to get this."
"I won't. You're still on your medication. Once it has cleared up, we can go back to having a relationship with just a few changes."
"I don't want you to be close to me, Sam. It's too much. It reminds me of what I did."
"You didn't do anything!" Sam was starting to lose his patience.
"At the very least I was reckless at the bar, allowing someone to get my charmed amulet. That's how the demon got in me and led to the rest of this."
"And the other guy cheated at cards. No one I know of would have been able to let that slide."
"But I should have known better. I've always known I had to take care of you. That's a given. Since we started being, well, together, my health is intertwined with yours. I don't need you to catch something from me and make me feel even worse."
"I am healthy, Dean. You didn't give me anything. You caught it before that happened. That's how you've taken care of me. Now, let me take care of you." Sam gave Dean those eyes.
"I don't need to be taken care of."
"Yes, you do," Sam put a hand on Dean's arm and Dean didn't flinch away. "You need to know that you didn't cause this. You need to feel how much I love you and the security that my feelings will never change. I don't want you to feel alone because I'm right here. Just like I've always been."
"How do we even go back to how we were?" Dean's eyes glistened as he looked at Sam. "How do I get rid of the feeling of being dirty and diseased? If you can answer those questions, great. If you can't, I don't know if we'll ever be back to normal."
"Talking to me is a start," Sam sounded hopeful. "Once your body has healed and you don't have the painful reminders, it will be easier to deal with the emotional aspect."
"I don't do emotions, Sammy. This sucks out loud."
"Yeah, it does," Sam agreed. "Can we just sit together and watch some television?"
Dean nodded.
They sat on the bed and Sam held Dean's hand. "This is what I've missed, Dean. Just you."
***
The six month test came back negative. Sam and Dean were both relieved although Sam acted like he'd known it was going to be negative all the while.
"What should we do to celebrate?" Sam asked as they walked out of the clinic.
"I want to make love and just feel you," Dean said clearly. "I didn't appreciate it before, the closeness that we shared without the barriers that we've had lately."
"It's easy to take for granted what we have when we don't know any different," Sam replied. "That's something we won't do again."
"Are we okay, Sammy?"
"We've always been fine, Dean. Even when you didn't let me close or you severely limited our intimacy, we were still alright."
"How did you get so smart? You learn this at college?"
"No, Dean. I learned it old school, just like you," Sam gave him a smile.