Shut The Gates At Sunset 14/21

[soncnica]

Title: Shut The Gates At Sunset 14/21
Author: soncnica
Rating: PG-13
Genre/pairing: gen, h/c
Characters: Dean, Sam
Word count: cca. 2.457 this chapter, the whole story has around 48.040 words.
Summary: Shut the gates at sunset, after that you can't get out. A case finds Sam.
Spoilers: Umm S1?
Warnings: Maybe I can warn for catatonia and abuse but not Sam or Dean... and dunno, blood lose. And Sam has a lot of erm embarassing moments in this fic. Poor kiddo, I made him suffer from something kinda... odd. Let's call it... supernatural injury.
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is not mine!
A/N: The title and well the summary come from a song called Enjoy The Ride by Morcheeba. Erm, the song has nothing to do with the story, I just thought it would be an appropriate uh name for it.

 

Sam felt something hit his temple. Or did he hit something? Swimming in ice and snow, he didn't know anything else but pain and a weird kind of pressure on the side of his head. There was whiteness stretching far beyond what he could see; lost in his own mind that finally gave up the images of Leroy lying in his bed.

He was pretty sure he was hitting something with his knees, vaguely aware he was shaking and sitting down and most definitely convinced Dean was right next to him. He could smell the Impala, feel the engine roar and he trembled in unison with the car.

His jaw began to hurt when the cold seeped from his temple to his whole right side of the face.

"De…n?" a slight whimper came from his parted mouth, barely audible to any other ear… but Dean's. It fogged the window a little, that breathy name.

"Sam?"

"'M coooold." he wheezed out between huffs of breath that barely fall out of his mouth.

"Sam?"

Dean stopped the car on the side of the road and twisted his body so that he could reach Sam. He pulled his head from the foggy window.

"We'll get you warm, don't you worry. Okay?"

He held Sam's head between his hands and carefully inspected his face. Sam's eyes were partly opened, shining a blacker brown than Dean has ever seen before. He felt his skin sweaty and saw how it glistered in the bright moon. It had lost the coldness it possessed before and he was glad about that, but he hoped that didn't mean that a fever was setting in.

"Sammy? Hey, come on, let's get you to the motel."

Why was Sam so cold? Blood loss, dehydration, flu? What?

He dragged Sam's body closer to his and Sam's head fell on his shoulder, the long unruly hair tickling his neck. Sam was panting, in and out, to quick and to shallow. Dean hoped that that earlier 'breathing accident' didn't damage Sam's lungs or anything else for that matter.

The cold emanating from Sam's body chilled Dean down to his toes.

"Shit, Sammy..."

He felt himself being moved by strong hands, saw someone's eyes looking at him as he landed softly on a warm bony place. Dean…

"Mhmm…" he gave a slight nod, a hushed brush of his hair over Dean's neck and he knew exactly where he was. Home.

"Sam ya with me?"

The voice was clearer now than it had been before. Before it had been like chasing shadows, a familiar voice he couldn't quite put his finger on, didn't quite recognize. But now… now he knew.

The warmth of his brother's shoulder was overwhelming. It crawled inside of him, reviving his senses, making his blood flow faster, warmer, it unblocked the stiffness of his legs and he cracked an eye open. He could have sworn his eyelids were frozen shut but he managed to open them in full now.

Darkness was the first thing he noticed. Only two bright lights far away from his reach gave his chilled brain a note that he is in a car at night.

The second thing he saw was Dean's outstretched hand gripping the wheel and turning it a bit to his left.

Sam felt Dean's shoulder follow the movement and the brush of the jacket made his cheek sting.

"Ugh."

He wanted to touch his head, wanted to raise his hands, but they were too heavy. They felt like they were made of iron.

"Sammy?" Still keeping the worry out of his voice.

"Dean?" he barely croaked his brother's name, he couldn't quite force his vocal chords to work properly yet.

"We're goin' to the motel to warm you up." he whispered, not quite sure why. Probably so he wouldn't disturb the silence and the comforting rumble of the car. Yeah, that was probably why.

"'M warm." and he was as sure of that statement as he was sure he was still alive.

Dean turned his head to look at Sam's face but all he saw was a mop of wet brown hair and felt Sam's hand clutching his jacket. He averted his eyes to the front window, not wanting to crash his baby. And Sam.

"How do you feel?" he asked into the window, and clenched his jaw to the lie Sam was about to say.

"Bet..r."

Sure Sammy, whatever you say.

"We'll be there soon. Just…"

What? Sleep, relax?

"…stay with me, here."

"Mhhhmm."

Sam wanted to close his eyes, wanted to fall asleep, wanted to go somewhere like… the desert. Somewhere nice and warm. Maybe Hawaii. Yeah that would be nice. But to close his eyes? Seeing Leroy again, there on the bed with all that blood, with all that cold, with that overwhelming desire to die? No way in hell. So he tried to keep his eyes open, focus them on the passing line in the middle of the road, but found himself not being able to tear his gaze from Dean's arm and the way his hand kept moving with the steering wheel. He clutched at Dean's jacket on the bottom, gripping it tight, remembering how it belonged to his Dad before he gave it to Dean. It felt like he was connected to Dean and his Dad through that simple touch.

Dean could feel Sam getting warmer, his breath wasn't coming out in icy pants anymore, thank God for that, and he wasn't shaking as much as before. But the vice grip he had on his jacket only intensified in strength and when Sam shifted his hand, he accidentally grabbed some skin by Dean's hip.

"Sammy?" a little pained but one look back down on Sam's mop of hair, wet from the sweat and some tears… he couldn't be mad, couldn't hurt.

"'s Ssssam." a bit slurred but still… bitchy as ever. And to emphasize it, he gripped the jacket along with some of Dean's skin even tighter and then let go.

Asshole, Dean thought but let it slide. He needed the contact too, couldn't let Sam slip away again.

After Dean's heat restored Sam's blood flow and brain activity, he could sense some other bodily functions start to work again.

In his head a word started to format, a known word, an easy word, but for the life of him he couldn't get it to his mouth: "Bat…om."

"Huh?"

The next word didn't cause that much trouble for Sam to formulate it: "Pee."

"Sam? Serious?" he glared down again and saw Sam nod faintly.

No, no, no, Sam you're too weak, you can't even stand, you can't even sit, you hadn't had a drink the whole day, he hasn't… you were just in the bathroom like 15 minutes ago.

"Ple…ase." it wasn't a word as much as a sob. And Dean broke.

Maneuvering Sam out of the car and holding his weak body up when he peed… listening to his moans when it burned, a whimper that came when it stung, feeling Sam tremble beneath his hands, tensing muscles to hold him up but eventually they both fell on the ground in a crying heap… shame. All limbs intertwined on a grassy ground, somewhere in the middle of nowhere... Sam sobbed a little, clutched to Dean's jacket sleeve and Dean didn't know what to do, what to say. He could feel Sam's silent tears making their way down his brother's face. Sam panted, deep breaths coming in and out, and Dean shifted his hand away from Sam's chest to give him room to expand it fully.

"'S fine Sammy." he whispered in Sam's hair, smelled the sweat there and shifted his eyes to the far horizon of the clear night. There were some trees there, long branches obscuring the view deeper into the forest. An owl made her appearance only by sound, someone's gonna die tonight, and it chilled Dean to the bones. Crickets with their concert, flies attracted by the smell of urine, birds finally going to bed. The darkness was a welcoming cloak to Sam's shame, disgrace even, to everyone but Dean.

Throughout the whole time he was holding his brother, shifting him somewhat away from the puddle Sam made, he saw a child Sam used to be. All lost and scared and fearless and brave. How he always needed Dean… to make everything alright. And he will make this alright… the slight rocking motion he was making, shifting Sam close to him… it was some sort of a promise, he just hoped Sam will understand it like that.

Wetness and the smell of urine, zipping up Sam's fly when his hands were shaking too much… Dean would never talk about it again. Ever. But he would do it again. For his brother he would.

The rest of the car ride was a blur to Dean and even more so to Sam.

Leaning on Dean's shoulder again, after he managed to scramble up a coherent thought, he whispered: "Dean?"

The breathy whisper tickled Dean's neck again.

"Yeah, 'm here."

"Getting warmer."

And he was, he really was.

"'S good."

"Yeah."

He clenched Dean's jacket in his hand again and tried to forget the awkward situation they had been in a few minutes ago. At least he didn't wet his pants this time. Sort of. He felt his cheeks turning crimson, all the heat he managed to get through Dean's touch was now collected in his cheeks. He felt utterly embarrassed. What happened a few minutes ago outside…he was really hoping Dean won't bring it up again. It was Dean there, his brother and not some stranger, but he still felt… humiliated.

Dean felt the heat on Sam's face through his jacked and knew exactly what was happening.

Don't worry Sammy, we'll fix this… with a laugh or two.

"'m sorry." small uttered words into the fabric of Dean's jacket.

Dean felt them more than he heard them.

"For what?"

"Before."

He had to apologize, he was angry and scared and as much as he never wanted to talk about it again, he had to say that to Dean. He had to know Dean wasn't angry at him… had to check the situation.

Dean clenched his jaw, worked his tongue over his teeth and whispered back: "You don't have to be sorry, Sam. You did nothing wrong. We'll figure this out."

"What if we don't?"

"We will!" he breathed just for the sake of calming himself down, "we will Sam."

"Yeah."

Dean really didn't want to put Sam into even more of an awkward situation he was in at the moment but he had to know. Had to ask now, when he had Sam back with him. Sure Sam denied it before, but what's it gonna hurt to ask again. And the knowledge that his brother could have lied the first time, drove him on.

"Sammy," he cleared his throat and glanced at his watch, "are you sure you didn't hurt yourself, you know, down there?" this really was awkward.

Sam's heart dropped. He knew he had to answer the question, had to calm Dean's nerves, but damn if the question wasn't a cherry on the top of his shame.

"Yeah, 'm sure."

Dean let go a breath of relief that was soon replaced with a breath of panic.

"If you didn't hurt yourself, then why…" he was cut off by Sam's: "I don't know. I just know that," he clenched Dean's jacked again "it has to stop. It hurts too much."

If he was drowning in shame already, why not just submerge fully in it. It doesn't matter anymore.

"We'll fix it. Just… hold on. Don't even feel embarrassed anymore."

"How…"

"I'm your brother. I changed your diapers, for God's sake. And it was nastier then." He chuckled and rolled his eyes, a little angry that Sam couldn't see it.

"'s not funny."

"Yes it is, if you would know what a pooper you were, huh…"

"'s really not funny." he smiled, and Dean felt the smile as Sam's lips parted over his shoulder.

"Man, Sam, don't worry, alright," and as an afterthought he said: "and don't drool on me, dude."

Sam snickered.

Dean cleared his throat again and Sam prepared for another attack.

"Sam, you have to drink something."

The roll of Sam's stomach was enough of an answer to that. He gurgled a little:" Dean, don't even…"

"You have to drink something."

"I don't... Dean, just don't."

"You'll dehydrate, Sam. You have to get some liquid in your system."

He felt sick, just the though about something sliding down his throat and landing in his stomach was enough to make him gag.

"You gonna throw up?"

"If you mention water again I might."

"Sam." it was a warning.

"Dean. I can't…"

"'Coz it hurts too much."

It was spoken softly, not to be taken as an insult or unbelief. And well now that Dean said it, it did sound a little far fetched and weird to say the least. But it does hurt; it stings and it burns and its like someone's pulling a thick rope through his…

"But you have to drink something. You're sweating and you pee every second and I'm not kidding about this, Sam."

Dean leaned into the glove compartment and fetched out a bottle of water.

Just the sight of it was enough to make Sam gag again; his stomach was in his throat and he swallowed it down slowly.

"Here." he pushed the bottle of the clear liquid into Sam.

"I really…"

"Drink or I swear I'll kick your ass from here to Timbuktu."

"Huh?"

"Just drink and don't question your big brother."

He released Dean's jacket with a sigh and closed his trembling fingers over the offered bottle. It was cold and a little rosy. It felt good on his palm, maybe it'll feel good going down his throat too.

Yeah no so much… he gagged and spit it out.

"Sam, what are you doing," he grabbed the bottle and eased it out of Sam's hold, "don't drink so fast."

"I can't."

"Don't, Sam. You have too." Please.

He took little gulps of water just to make Dean happy. His stomach wasn't that happy, but it held the liquid down. For now. Soon enough it'll want to get out, one way or the other.

With all the action and Dean talking to him clearness was coming back slowly into his dazed head, his body getting warmer and warmer and his brain started to spin again in full motion. Which was, as he soon discovered a very, very bad thing.

-:-

"You wanna know," a breath, "what happened to me, Ryan boy?"

-:-

"Dean!"

TBC…

 

Comments

[27-jaredjensen.livejournal.com]

I love how awesome Dean is through all of this:) And this line was my favorite: Dean would never talk about it again. Ever. But he would do it again. For his brother he would.
And of course, as soon as Sam starts to get warmed up, something's going to happen! Awesome chapter:)

[soncnica.livejournal.com]

Hi!

I love S1 Dean and Sam.. the awkwardness of it all... and Dean was... yeah.. me thinks that Dean would never ever tease Sam about something this serious, ya know!?
thank you for telling me your fav line! :))) *hugs*

hehe... me and my cliffhangers! LOL

thank you!

S.

[vonnie836.livejournal.com]

So as soon as Sam starts not feeling quite as icy he has to pee again, poor kid. And Dean was awesome, the way he helped him and then tried to make him feel better, all the while he was really worried sick. He is right that it can't continue this way. Sam can't sweat and pee and not drink. But I wonder what is going to happen now? This doesn't sound good at all. Hugs, Vonnie

[soncnica.livejournal.com]

I think that Dean would help Sam in any way possible! I mean... in the end of the day, he is Sam's brother and maybe he can tease him a bit, but... he would always help him, ya know!?
and yeah.... Sam has to drink and get some fluids into him, but he just can't... poor boy!

hugs
S.