Chapter 10: Brothers in Arms and Injuries
Sam stirred in the warm bed. He felt like he'd been sleeping for a month and he could sleep longer. His mind was in a haze. Trying to open eyes that refused to budge he groaned and flopped a hand to his head. He just forgot it was the hand in the cast and winced when it hit his forehead hard enough to hurt.
"Ow!" He cried out and opened startled hazel eyes. He found Joshua leaning in over him with a grin on his face.
"Bang up job there kid. Whatcha tryin' to do, knock yourself out again?"
"Bite me, Josh." Sam said around a raspy throat. Joshua pulled away from the bed and reached for a glass of water on the stand. Leaning back in, he lifted Sam's head and gave him a sip.
"Now is that any way to talk to the guy who can drown your sorry ass right now?"
"You like it and you know it." Sam snarked as he let his head fall back to the pillow. He felt wiped. "How's Dean? How'd you guys find us? How the hell long was I out? Where are we anyway?"
"You can play twenty questions later. Dean's okay. Bobby's been with him, helpin' him through the fever. He hasn't woken up yet, but it's only been a day for both of ya. You're at my place."
Sam tried to force his way out from under Joshua. The older hunter restrained the youngest Winchester. "Dean's sick?! Infection? Let me go, he needs me!"
"Sam, dammit, you stop right now. Dean is in good hands and you need to rest." Sam's strength gave out and he sank back into the mattress. "Damn, boy. When the hell did you get so strong?" Joshua said when he finally let him go.
"How bad is Dean, Josh?"
"Bobby got the fever under control early this morning. You rest for a few more hours and I'll help you get to your brother."
"No Josh, now. I need to see Dean." Sam started to fight again, pushing his way out from under the covers. Joshua reached out to stop Sam and instead wound up catching him as his eyes rolled back and he slumped in the older hunter's arms.
"Damn, kid. You're too much like your pig headed big brother. Guess he really did raise you up right."
Sam woke to the feel of eyes watching him. He opened his own, turning his head to the side, and came face to face- or rather face to bandage- with Dean.
"You passed out on Josh, you know that." Dean said with half a smile. His left cheek was swollen and covered with fading bruises. His words sounded muddled, like he was talking around a mouth full of cotton.
"Dean, are you okay? You scared me. Josh told me you had an infection."
Dean touched the bandage that graced his head and temple, nearly covering his left eye. "Me? I'm okay. I've been up and around for a few days. You're the one that scared us."
Infection took you out, Sammy. We had a doc come in for you. Friend of Josh's. The wound on your side got infected. Gave you blood poisoning. You had a fever over 104 for two days. You're outta the woods now, though."
"A few days? Two days? How long was I out this time?"
Dean glanced at his watch as he pulled his hand out from under the blanket that covered his legs. That was when Sam noticed that Dean was in Joshua's recliner with his feet propped up. "Uh… four days, three hours and thirty two minutes."
"Wow, not down to the second. What's the matter? Don't love me anymore?" Sam teased good-naturedly.
"Eighteen." Dean muttered under his breath.
"Eighteen seconds, okay? Bite me, Sam."
"Dude, the first time you're not layin' on your ass, I'm so gonna kick it for ya!"
"You can try, Dean. You can try." Sam laughed and so did Dean.