Chapter 11: New Scars
"Sam! Sammy! Talk to me kid! C'mon. You healed us all, don't you quit on me now." Joshua said as he shook Sam gently, getting no response.
Drea gasped for breath in Dean's arms as the white glow emanating from Sam faded to nothing, leaving their eyes to adjust once more to the darkness. Dean's tears of relief mingled with the rain on his cheeks as Drea opened her eyes to look up at him.
"Dean?" she sounded a little breathless. Dean could hear sirens approaching.
"Yeah, love. I'm right here. I'm right here. You're okay now. We're all gonna be okay."
"Not if we don't get everybody out of the rain." Bobby said.
"And away from the cops that are on the way. But where do we go, Bobby? Sam and Kira are hurt. How far can we move them before they have a setback?" Dean stood with Drea in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I know a place not too far from here. We can all hole up there. We gotta go now. Those sirens are getting closer and we really don't wanna be here. Josh, you got Sam? I'll get Kira."
"Got 'im." Joshua pulled unconscious Sam to his feet and slung one of his arms around his neck. Josh got Sam around the waist and all but dragged him to the Avalanche, putting him in the back seat in a heap. Sam began coughing as blood from his nose trickled down his throat and Joshua hurriedly sat him upright and massaged his back until the coughing ceased.
"Easy, kid, easy." Sam settled and Joshua pulled the seatbelt around him to keep him upright. He remained unconscious. The sirens grew louder.
"Josh, get the damn debris off the windshield and get us the hell outta here. We can't let these boys get caught by the cops." Bobby said as he eased Kira into the back next to Sam and slid in with her. He cradled her to him as if she were a little girl and pulled the door shut. Josh flipped a chunk of log cabin wall off the broken windshield and got in the Avalanche. He glanced in the review mirror to see Dean settle Drea in the passenger seat of the Impala and clear more debris before firing the engine. He pulled out of the lot with squealing tires and Joshua followed closely behind.
Bobby pulled his cell phone from his pocket and called Dean. "Go twenty seven miles and hang a left at the split in the road. There's a hunter shack about six miles up the mountain from that. It's impossible to find unless you know its there. Even the access road is camouflaged so you'll have to keep a sharp eye."
They had just rounded the bend in the road from the motel when Joshua saw the lights stop moving. All the police would find was a blown up motel, a hole in the ground filled with dust they would never know was from destroyed demons, and a lot of unanswerable questions. Joshua himself had gathered up the lost weapons as he found them before leaving. There was no trace of the six hunters left behind.
Ten minutes later they were outside the cabin and getting the injured hunters out of the vehicles. Dean carried Drea inside and laid her on one of the two beds. He brushed her hair from her eyes and she opened them again.
"Dean, the others need this bed more than I do. I'm okay."
"Just humor me. Stay put until we get Sammy and Kira in here. I'll check you out and if you're really okay I'll let you up." He kissed her quickly and left the cabin to help Joshua and Bobby with his injured family.
"I'll take Kira, Bobby, help Josh with Sammy." Dean said as he eased Kira from the older hunter's arms and allowed him to get out of Joshua's truck. Kira shifted in Dean's arms and he glanced down to see her open her eyes.
"Dean?" She whispered with fear in her haunted eyes.
"Hey, shh…shhh. Its okay, sis. I'm gonna get you inside where it's safe. You're gonna be okay." Dean called her by the affectionate term to let her know everything would be okay. He wanted to soothe away the awful fear in her chocolate brown eyes.
"Sam? I can't sense him. Please…tell me he's okay." She said as Dean laid her on the other bed in the cabin. She began to cry softly. "I need Sam."
Dean sat on the bed and pulled her up into his arms. "Hey, hey. Sammy's gonna be fine. He's just tired. He saved all of us. The others are bringing him in now. We're gonna put him right beside you okay? Get some rest; you lost a lot of blood." He laid her back again and she nodded weakly before closing her eyes. Dean scrubbed a hand over his tired features as Drea sat up on the other bed.
Dean? Are you okay?
No, not really. We almost lost everything tonight. I damn near lost you and everyone that ever meant anything to me. I guess I'm coming down off a fear trip or something. I'm so tired. Drea reached out to him and he sat down on her bed, pulling her into an embrace. Joshua and Bobby came in with Sam between them. Dean broke the embrace with Drea and moved to help them with still unconscious Sam. They settled him on the twin bed with Kira and Dean went to the sink to get a washcloth to clean the dry blood from Sam's nose and mouth.
Sam stirred when Dean bathed his face with the washcloth. "Sammy?" Dean questioned. "Sam, can you open your eyes?" Sam's eyelids began to flutter and slowly opened, clearing as he blinked up into Dean's features.
"Yeah, bud. I'm here."
"Yeah Sammy. We all are. "
"Sam." It was Drea. She got up from the bed and sat next to Sam on what wasn't taken up of the tiny bed. She gripped his hand. "You saved all of us. We're all going to be fine. Everyone is right here and Kira is next to you. She's resting. She lost a lot of blood. You need to rest too. You exhausted yourself helping us. Just sleep, we'll all be here when you wake up." Sam turned onto his side on the bed and pulled sleeping Kira into his arms, curling his long muscular body around her tiny frame. Drea eased from the bed, Dean standing with her. She moved away and turned to him. "He'll rest now. He needed to know everyone was alright."
"What happened to the demons?" Dean asked as Joshua walked up to them and handed them both bottled water from the supply cooler in his truck.
"Dust. It's all the cops'll find too. I gathered up all the weapons and casings while we were making a break for it.
"Thanks Josh. The last thing we need is for the cops to find us now."
"Not a problem, Dean-o. You outta get some rest, you and Drea. We probably should head outta here and as soon as everyone's fit to travel."
"Yeah, you're probably right." Dean took another sip of water and moved to the bed. He motioned to Drea and she joined him. He pulled her into his arms and closed his eyes with a sigh as she smoothed the worry off his face. He was asleep in minutes.
Joshua moved to where Bobby was sitting at the table quietly drinking his water. "Well, old friend, we did it. We stopped some bad ass demons in their tracks and didn't lose anyone else."
"It was too close, though. If Kira hadn't had the guts to do what she did with that neck wound…" Bobby's voice trailed off.
"I'd have never had the guts to do that. She's stronger that I thought. Sam's a lucky kid. She's a good hunter, too."
"If we'd lost her we woulda lost him, too. I have no doubt about that." Bobby said with a guarded expression on his face.
Josh nodded silently. "Hey, about Ellen, man. I'm sorry."
"She was a good person." Bobby took another drink of water and fell silent. The two older hunters remained at the table in silence until sunrise. Sam stirred on the bed, coming awake slowly. Bobby moved from the table to his side as he untangled himself from a still sleeping Kira and sat up.
"Hey Sam. How ya feelin'?"
"Better. Is everyone okay?" Sam's eyes shot to Kira beside him on the small bed and then to Dean and Drea who lay together on the other bed.
"Yeah, kid. We're all alright."
Sam looked at Kira again and reached for her as something caught his eye. He brushed her long, wavy hair aside. On the side of her neck was a light pink handprint. Hers. Sam had been unable to heal the burn from the wound she cauterized. The blisters were gone as was the wound itself but Sam suspected that the outline of that handprint would remain. He bent to kiss that mark, thankful she had the courage to do whatever it had taken to save her life. She moved into is touch and opened her eyes. He smiled down at her.
"Hey." He said, caressing her cheek.
"Hey, yourself." Her voice sounded rough. "I'm thirsty."
Sam looked at Bobby and the older hunter went to get a bottle of water. He returned a moment later and handed it to Sam. Sam pulled Kira into his arms and helped her sit up, leaning back against the wall and pulling her into a comfortable position against his chest. He cracked the seal on the water and gave her a sip.
"Thanks, Sam. Is everyone okay? Are you okay? When I woke up earlier Dean told me you saved everyone and that you were tired. I couldn't connect with you and I was scared." She turned in his arms to face him.
I'm fine and I'm here now. I love you.
I love you too. You saved my life you know.
What do you mean? You stopped the bleeding yourself, which by the way I wouldn't have been brave enough to do if I had your abilities.
Kira's face clouded over as memories swamped her. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. The only reason I had the strength to do that is because of what you said. You said 'two weeks'. I wanted to be around when two weeks are up and we are married. I had to do it. I didn't think I could. It hurt so badly. The tears she was fighting began to course down her face. Sam kissed them away.
"I'm so sorry, Kira."
She sniffled and looked at him. "For what?"
"I tried to heal you. You scarred." He placed his hand over the mark hers had left as if trying to will it away.
"Hey," She caught his eye again as he averted his gaze. "I'm alive. Scars we can deal with. Leaving you was not an option for me."
"I'm glad. I'm looking forward to two weeks from now and the rest of my life." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
"Oh, get a room you two." Dean snarked from the other bed. Sam laughed against Kira's lips and Drea rolled her eyes, punching Dean in the arm.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"For not doing the same thing he is." Dean pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
"Better?" He asked as he broke the kiss a full minute later.
"Much." She replied. "Let's go home, Dean."