Big Bang 2013: Leaving Footprints behind Chapter 4
By the time they pulled into Metairie, Louisiana the site of their next job, Dean was sweating so profusely that he had peeled out of most of his clothes, was down to his t-shirt and jeans, and was seriously considering removing the t-shirt.
“Not that I’m not enjoying the strip tease Dean, but are you alright?” Sam asked his brother.
“’M good Sammy, just a little warm from the temperature change ‘s all,” Dean assured him with a wicked grin. “Besides, if you want the full Monty, then you’ll have to wait until we can find a motel.”
Dean tried to pay Sam back for the nice place they stayed in before, and even though this place wasn’t as nice as the one Sam had chosen, it was much nicer that the ones where they usually stayed. When they pulled up to register, Sam gave him a look that read you’re choosing this place, but he said nothing.
Even though he did not complain, it was obvious that Dean wasn’t feeling well so Sam volunteered to register them. As Sam walked inside, from the backseat, a still invisible Cas looked at Dean and wanted to stop his suffering, but that would affect Sam’s part in what was happening to him and he wouldn’t do that. He wanted Dean, and okay Sam, to have the happiness that was coming their way. They would be happy in the end, even though Cas was taking the Machiavellian route to get them there.
Once they checked into their room, Dean was wiped out from the long drive and the pain that was eating away at his stomach. He was bummed because today was Wednesday and from his many trips to Louisiana, he knew that it was red beans and rice day an [should be and] there was no way some damned stomach ache was going to stop him from enjoying a bowl.
Sam looked at Dean and knew that they weren’t going anywhere today, and that Dean wasn’t going to be able to live up to his promise because Dean needed to rest.
“Look babe, why don’t you rest and I’ll go round up some food.” Sam suggested.
“Not just any food Sammy, it’s Wednesday, so it’s gotta be red beans and rice,” Dean corrected him. “And stop fucking calling me babe, I’m not a goddamned girl.”
“Is this what happens when you get old Dean?” Sam teased, “Can’t even drive for twelve hours without needing a rest? One day you’re gonna let me call you pet names Dean, because you’re my girl.”
Dean was on his feet in seconds and pulling Sam in for a dirty kiss, “When you get back and I have you spread out under me, and my dick is splitting you in two, I’ll show you who’s a girl, fucker,” he promised his lover and laughed when the younger man couldn’t control the shiver his words elicited.
“Fuck Dean,” Sam swore in between kisses.
“Exactly,” Dean promised.
With one last kiss, and a quick squeeze to Dean’s crotch, Sam reluctantly left the room in search of food. After he closed the door, Dean remembered something he forgot while kissing Sam. He ran to the door, flung it open and yelled, “Don’t forget the pie!”
Dean went to the bed and decided that it might be for the best if he took a nap while Sam was gone, but before he did he texted him to bring something to settle his stomach. The food that they’d eaten in in that little diner was going to be the death of him. Just as he settled back on the bed, there was a knock on the door. Did Sam forget his key? Dean decided that that wasn’t likely, so he grabbed his Taurus and answered the door.
“Who is it?” he asked, still trying to ignore the growing pain in his stomach.
“It’s me,” a deep, southern accented voice announced from the other side of the door, “put the gun away so that no one gets hurt brother.”
“Benny,” Dean swung the door open and greeted the vampire with a smile and a hug before asking, “What’s in the bag?”
“I remember how sometimes you’d wax poetically about the food in my home state, so I thought I’d treat you with the Wednesday special and some pecan pie,” Benny told him as he gave Dean the bag and walked past him to enter the room.
“How’d you know we were here?” Dean asked as he tore the brown paper bag open to get to the beans and rice.
“I’ve been watchin’ chère, especially since that new vampire nest started killin’ people in the area, and I knew sooner or later hunters would show, and besides, I heard the Impala when she roared into town.”
“Do you know who they are?” Dean moaned as he enjoyed his food.
“Nah,” Benny admitted, “but when I say new, I mean new in that they identify with Twilight kinda new. Hell, the leader is just barely off of his mama’s tit and they haven’t had the time to acquire the money that the older nests have, so they squat.”
“Where are they now?” Dean asked around a spoonful of beans.
“They’re holed up somewhere on the outskirts of town, most likely at the home of their last kill.” Benny told him and smiled as he watched Dean enjoy his food.
“Dean this is supposed to be the best beans and rice…” Sam said as he entered the motel room, stopping when he caught sight of the vampire in the room.
“Benny,” Sam greeted not taking his eyes off Dean.
“Sam,” Benny returned the greeting.
Sam walked over to the table where Dean was sitting and almost slammed the food down in front of him, “I guess it doesn’t matter whether it’s the best in town or not, huh?”
When Dean tried to apologize, when he opened his mouth, a loud belch rang out loud in the quiet room.
“Guess you won’t need this either then,” Sam griped as he reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out a couple packets of alka seltzer and threw them at his brother.
Dean looked at the food that he’d just eaten and looked at Sam and immediately felt guilty for having consumed it. The look of hurt on his brother’s face caused him to suddenly lose his appetite. He really hadn’t done anything wrong, but the look on Sam’s face that made him feel as though he’d been caught fucking the vampire rather than eating food that he’d bought to him.
He’d tried repeatedly since his return from purgatory to make Sam understand that he had nothing to worry about as far as Benny was concerned, he knew that both his lover and his brother were jealous of the man. As much as he’d like to, he couldn’t change Sam’s feelings. It was simple really; it was Sam’s jealousy made him distrust Benny and he was just waiting for Benny to fuck up so that he could be the one to decapitate him.
What happened between him and Benny for a year in purgatory was nothing compared his and Sam’s years spent as hunters, as brothers, as lovers, but the relationship was important to him. Dean needed Sam to trust him when he explained to him how Cas had flaked on him, but he’d fought day after day; he’d barely been able to rest until Benny. Dean had been on his own barely taking catnaps, but still having to fight every big bad around to stay alive.
There was a trust that developed between them because after Cas had disappeared he had been able to trust the vampire while he slept, or he would have been dead from exhaustion. Every time he thought Sam got it, Benny would show up and Sam would invent a new bitch face.
Dean had reasoned that it was Sam’s guilt that made him dislike Benny. While Benny was protecting Dean, Sam had given up on him and was fucking Amelia the first chance he’d gotten. Just like Jess. When Sam’s guilt for wanting Dean became unbearable, he ran away to Stanford and found her. He really wanted to tell Sam enough already, because unlike Sam, Dean can freely admit that he hates the vet, but he can’t place all the blame on her. Sam gave up on him and left him to rot, but he’d forgiven him and now it was time for Sam to do the same.
“Benny has some info concerning the vampire nest that has been terrorizing the town,” Dean explained, “and he was just giving me the details about what we’re up against, Sammy.”
Sam didn’t speak; he just nodded his head and pursed his lips in barely concealed anger. He stood still for a minute and then walked to join Dean at the small table and asked, “So how many are we dealing with?”
“I’m not tryin’ to step on any… toes,” Benny tried to reassure Sam, “It’s just that I want to settle down here because this place was as close to home I can find and I can’t if these newbies keep drawin’ attention here. Attention means hunters, and too many hunters mean I’d have to leave the place I call home. Again.”
“Okay what do we know about them,” Sam bit out through gritted teeth.
“Not a lot, but I do know that they are young, stupid and the leader thinks that he’s Edward fuckin’ Cullen, and he should be killed for that alone,” Benny answered. “I do believe that because they’re so young, some of the older people that they’re turnin’ or just outright killin’ are for monetary gain.”
“So I guess that’s where we start then, the last person that they killed and work our way back from there,” Dean said. “We all agree on that?”
Both Sam and Benny mumbled their agreement and the trio began to try to figure out the best way to flush out the young nest.
Signing into his favorite search engine, Sam quickly found what he was looking for, “Okay, according to the local newspaper, the last victim was 87 year old Adam Ledoux.
“Please tell me that he’s dead and they didn’t turn him because that would be all kinds of fucked up to live forever as an 87 year.” Dean mock pleaded.
“So much for sympathy for the loss of a civilian life,” Sam chided.
“I’m just saying down the line I don’t want to have to wipe out a nest of golden girls.”
“It would give us a reason to finally go to Florida.” Sam countered.
“I really hate to interrupt y’all’s vacation plans, but can we get back to the situation at hand?” Benny interrupted their banter.
The next day found Sam and Dean dressed in their fed suits and heading to the home of Francis Ledoux or Frank as he was known amongst his friends, to get information on his grandfather Adam. Dean walked behind his brother as he put on his suit coat and marveled how watching the way Sam’s pants hugged Sam’s ass never got old. It was one of the nicer perks of the job.
Dean’s pleasure was marred by the pain that was still gnawing at his stomach and only getting worse even though he’s taken every over the counter medicine he could find, nothing seemed to work. He’d tried to hide his discomfort from Sam, but when something hurt this bad, it’s hard to conceal.
He felt himself sweating and feeling light headed while the maelstrom in his stomach kicked up a notch and was now making him nauseous. Once they reached the door, he turned and spit to get rid of the bile that had made its way to the back of his throat, and when he did, he saw Benny peek from around the corner of the house. He was trying to decide whether to tell Sam that the vampire was there when Francis answered their knock.
He could feel Sam staring at him once they entered the house because he was becoming more nauseous while Sam started asking questions.
“What can you tell us about your grandfather’s death Francis?” Sam asked.
“Frank, everyone calls me Frank,” he informed Sam in a thick Cajun accent as he looked at Dean with disdain and asked. “What’s wrong with your partner?”
Dean had a snarky comeback on his tongue, but it was washed from his mouth by the contents of his stomach. When he began to throw up several things happened at once, Francis (even sick Dean could still be a dick) rushed towards him with lightning speed, but before the young man could reach him, Benny burst through the door, grabbing him and almost simultaneously throwing a machete to Sam.
“Sam,” Dean cried out weakly while Benny held the struggling man down on the ground where they’d landed.
“He can take care of himself chère, but if you go back in there, you’ll put the both of you in danger because he’ll be worried about protecting you. Let the man do his job.”
Dean couldn’t form an answer because his stomach protested violently as he leaned over and emptied what remained in his belly. When he felt the warm arms wrap around him his last thought was Sammy before he slipped into the darkness.
Benny looked from Sam to Dean trying to decide the best way to approach the younger man. He wasn’t stupid; he knew that there was more to the brothers that met the eye. Even if he hadn’t known Sam gave the game away because every time he was near Dean a pissing match broke out. Right now, they had no time for childish games because the man who meant so much to the both of them passed out during a hunt and their first concern was getting him to safety.
Just because Sam had killed the inexperienced vampire in the house didn’t mean that they were out of danger, the rest of the fledgling nest could show up any minute. With both of them concerned for Dean’s well-being it could mean that all of them would end up dead or worse, the Winchesters were turned and if anyone was going to be Dean’s maker, it would be him.
“I’ve got Dean, you get the car and be ready to haul ass,” Benny told Sam, surprised that the man didn’t argue.
He hoisted Dean on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and actually arrived at the car before Sam. He knew he would, but he needed to give the man something to concentrate on instead of focusing on Dean. Once Sam made it to the car, he flung the back door open and watched as Benny placed his brother on the bench seat and slid in beside him as Sam sped away.
Their first stop was to the motel to get their things because the motel was a public place it meant they weren’t going to be safe there. Benny waited in the car with Dean as Sam quickly gathered their belongings. Ledoux was dead, but Sam knew that their scents could be traced, and he didn’t want to be caught because he was too dumb to move and endanger Dean’s life.
“Sam I know that this is your call, but he needs a doctor, the boy’s burnin’ up,” Benny told him.
Dean was still unconscious and babbling as Sam drove, eying Benny as he held him “It’s okay Mon chère, I’ve got you,” Benny whispered too low for Sam to hear.
At the first road he came to, Sam quickly turned and parked the Impala. Benny shook his head because he knew that the older Winchester would give the younger one hell for the maneuver he just pulled in his precious car.
Benny watched as Sam made his way to the back seat and looked at Dean. It took him a second to look at the way he was sweating so much that his white shirt was transparent; his skin flushed from the high body temperature before he pursed his lips and said grudgingly, “You’re right he needs a doctor.”
They ended up at the emergency room where the doctors and nurses began to work on the unconscious man immediately, while Sam waited in the waiting room. He was vaguely aware that Benny stayed with him. When the doctors emerged and called the name Sam had given them, he knocked over a teenaged girl carrying a coffee laden tray to get to them.
He heard Benny apologizing for him, but right now that wasn’t important, what was important was Dean. God he missed Bobby.
“Finn O’Malley?” the doctor called out the fake name on Dean’s fake insurance card.
“Yeah, I’m Ian, his brother,” Sam told the man desperate to get some news.
“Follow me please,” the doctor said and walked away assured in the fact that his word was going to be obeyed. “I’m Dr. Smith and this is Dr. Balasubramanium and we need to discuss your …brother?
Sam looked at the doctors and wondered why Dr. Brown ended the sentence as a question.
With a hurried glance towards Benny, Sam followed the doctor into a room set aside for consulting with families and he supposed giving bad news. As soon as that thought entered his head, Sam stopped and demanded. “Tell me he’s not dead.”
“Mr. O’Malley, we can discuss your brother’s condition once we get into the consultation room,” the doctor told him.
“No,” Sam said in a voice so cold it made both of the doctors turn around and stare. “You tell me right now whether or not my fucking brother is alive or I’ll start wrecking shit. Do you want to chance the fact that I just might start with you?”
“Your brother was fine when I left him,” Dr. Balasubramanium told the large man in an accent so thick that Sam barely understood what he was saying. Once they reached the room, it was as though they were now too scared to talk.
“We want to know why your…brother didn’t complete the surgery.” Dr. Brown asked, “We know that it was recent because we can see the scars that are healing on his scrotum are still pink.”
Sam found that even though it was medical, he didn’t like the idea of another man discussing Dean’s scrotum, and he found it hard to fight back the anger. Thank God, the hunter in him had better sense. Most people would have asked what surgery and have the doctors clam up, but he knew that in order to get the answers he needed, he would have to pretend that he knew or the doctors would clam up.
“What’s wrong with his surgery?” Sam bit out.
“When they created his penis and scrotum, the vagina was used,” Dr. Brown explained for which Sam was glad because he didn’t feel like deciphering Balasubramanium’s accent.
“Well, they used the vagina, but left the womb and ovaries, so your brother is. Well he’s. We’ll need to run more accurate tests, but it seems that your brother’s four weeks pregnant.”
Chapter 3 Chapter 5
“Not that I’m not enjoying the strip tease Dean, but are you alright?” Sam asked his brother.
“’M good Sammy, just a little warm from the temperature change ‘s all,” Dean assured him with a wicked grin. “Besides, if you want the full Monty, then you’ll have to wait until we can find a motel.”
Dean tried to pay Sam back for the nice place they stayed in before, and even though this place wasn’t as nice as the one Sam had chosen, it was much nicer that the ones where they usually stayed. When they pulled up to register, Sam gave him a look that read you’re choosing this place, but he said nothing.
Even though he did not complain, it was obvious that Dean wasn’t feeling well so Sam volunteered to register them. As Sam walked inside, from the backseat, a still invisible Cas looked at Dean and wanted to stop his suffering, but that would affect Sam’s part in what was happening to him and he wouldn’t do that. He wanted Dean, and okay Sam, to have the happiness that was coming their way. They would be happy in the end, even though Cas was taking the Machiavellian route to get them there.
Once they checked into their room, Dean was wiped out from the long drive and the pain that was eating away at his stomach. He was bummed because today was Wednesday and from his many trips to Louisiana, he knew that it was red beans and rice day an [should be and] there was no way some damned stomach ache was going to stop him from enjoying a bowl.
Sam looked at Dean and knew that they weren’t going anywhere today, and that Dean wasn’t going to be able to live up to his promise because Dean needed to rest.
“Look babe, why don’t you rest and I’ll go round up some food.” Sam suggested.
“Not just any food Sammy, it’s Wednesday, so it’s gotta be red beans and rice,” Dean corrected him. “And stop fucking calling me babe, I’m not a goddamned girl.”
“Is this what happens when you get old Dean?” Sam teased, “Can’t even drive for twelve hours without needing a rest? One day you’re gonna let me call you pet names Dean, because you’re my girl.”
Dean was on his feet in seconds and pulling Sam in for a dirty kiss, “When you get back and I have you spread out under me, and my dick is splitting you in two, I’ll show you who’s a girl, fucker,” he promised his lover and laughed when the younger man couldn’t control the shiver his words elicited.
“Fuck Dean,” Sam swore in between kisses.
“Exactly,” Dean promised.
With one last kiss, and a quick squeeze to Dean’s crotch, Sam reluctantly left the room in search of food. After he closed the door, Dean remembered something he forgot while kissing Sam. He ran to the door, flung it open and yelled, “Don’t forget the pie!”
Dean went to the bed and decided that it might be for the best if he took a nap while Sam was gone, but before he did he texted him to bring something to settle his stomach. The food that they’d eaten in in that little diner was going to be the death of him. Just as he settled back on the bed, there was a knock on the door. Did Sam forget his key? Dean decided that that wasn’t likely, so he grabbed his Taurus and answered the door.
“Who is it?” he asked, still trying to ignore the growing pain in his stomach.
“It’s me,” a deep, southern accented voice announced from the other side of the door, “put the gun away so that no one gets hurt brother.”
“Benny,” Dean swung the door open and greeted the vampire with a smile and a hug before asking, “What’s in the bag?”
“I remember how sometimes you’d wax poetically about the food in my home state, so I thought I’d treat you with the Wednesday special and some pecan pie,” Benny told him as he gave Dean the bag and walked past him to enter the room.
“How’d you know we were here?” Dean asked as he tore the brown paper bag open to get to the beans and rice.
“I’ve been watchin’ chère, especially since that new vampire nest started killin’ people in the area, and I knew sooner or later hunters would show, and besides, I heard the Impala when she roared into town.”
“Do you know who they are?” Dean moaned as he enjoyed his food.
“Nah,” Benny admitted, “but when I say new, I mean new in that they identify with Twilight kinda new. Hell, the leader is just barely off of his mama’s tit and they haven’t had the time to acquire the money that the older nests have, so they squat.”
“Where are they now?” Dean asked around a spoonful of beans.
“They’re holed up somewhere on the outskirts of town, most likely at the home of their last kill.” Benny told him and smiled as he watched Dean enjoy his food.
“Dean this is supposed to be the best beans and rice…” Sam said as he entered the motel room, stopping when he caught sight of the vampire in the room.
“Benny,” Sam greeted not taking his eyes off Dean.
“Sam,” Benny returned the greeting.
Sam walked over to the table where Dean was sitting and almost slammed the food down in front of him, “I guess it doesn’t matter whether it’s the best in town or not, huh?”
When Dean tried to apologize, when he opened his mouth, a loud belch rang out loud in the quiet room.
“Guess you won’t need this either then,” Sam griped as he reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out a couple packets of alka seltzer and threw them at his brother.
Dean looked at the food that he’d just eaten and looked at Sam and immediately felt guilty for having consumed it. The look of hurt on his brother’s face caused him to suddenly lose his appetite. He really hadn’t done anything wrong, but the look on Sam’s face that made him feel as though he’d been caught fucking the vampire rather than eating food that he’d bought to him.
He’d tried repeatedly since his return from purgatory to make Sam understand that he had nothing to worry about as far as Benny was concerned, he knew that both his lover and his brother were jealous of the man. As much as he’d like to, he couldn’t change Sam’s feelings. It was simple really; it was Sam’s jealousy made him distrust Benny and he was just waiting for Benny to fuck up so that he could be the one to decapitate him.
What happened between him and Benny for a year in purgatory was nothing compared his and Sam’s years spent as hunters, as brothers, as lovers, but the relationship was important to him. Dean needed Sam to trust him when he explained to him how Cas had flaked on him, but he’d fought day after day; he’d barely been able to rest until Benny. Dean had been on his own barely taking catnaps, but still having to fight every big bad around to stay alive.
There was a trust that developed between them because after Cas had disappeared he had been able to trust the vampire while he slept, or he would have been dead from exhaustion. Every time he thought Sam got it, Benny would show up and Sam would invent a new bitch face.
Dean had reasoned that it was Sam’s guilt that made him dislike Benny. While Benny was protecting Dean, Sam had given up on him and was fucking Amelia the first chance he’d gotten. Just like Jess. When Sam’s guilt for wanting Dean became unbearable, he ran away to Stanford and found her. He really wanted to tell Sam enough already, because unlike Sam, Dean can freely admit that he hates the vet, but he can’t place all the blame on her. Sam gave up on him and left him to rot, but he’d forgiven him and now it was time for Sam to do the same.
“Benny has some info concerning the vampire nest that has been terrorizing the town,” Dean explained, “and he was just giving me the details about what we’re up against, Sammy.”
Sam didn’t speak; he just nodded his head and pursed his lips in barely concealed anger. He stood still for a minute and then walked to join Dean at the small table and asked, “So how many are we dealing with?”
“I’m not tryin’ to step on any… toes,” Benny tried to reassure Sam, “It’s just that I want to settle down here because this place was as close to home I can find and I can’t if these newbies keep drawin’ attention here. Attention means hunters, and too many hunters mean I’d have to leave the place I call home. Again.”
“Okay what do we know about them,” Sam bit out through gritted teeth.
“Not a lot, but I do know that they are young, stupid and the leader thinks that he’s Edward fuckin’ Cullen, and he should be killed for that alone,” Benny answered. “I do believe that because they’re so young, some of the older people that they’re turnin’ or just outright killin’ are for monetary gain.”
“So I guess that’s where we start then, the last person that they killed and work our way back from there,” Dean said. “We all agree on that?”
Both Sam and Benny mumbled their agreement and the trio began to try to figure out the best way to flush out the young nest.
Signing into his favorite search engine, Sam quickly found what he was looking for, “Okay, according to the local newspaper, the last victim was 87 year old Adam Ledoux.
“Please tell me that he’s dead and they didn’t turn him because that would be all kinds of fucked up to live forever as an 87 year.” Dean mock pleaded.
“So much for sympathy for the loss of a civilian life,” Sam chided.
“I’m just saying down the line I don’t want to have to wipe out a nest of golden girls.”
“It would give us a reason to finally go to Florida.” Sam countered.
“I really hate to interrupt y’all’s vacation plans, but can we get back to the situation at hand?” Benny interrupted their banter.
The next day found Sam and Dean dressed in their fed suits and heading to the home of Francis Ledoux or Frank as he was known amongst his friends, to get information on his grandfather Adam. Dean walked behind his brother as he put on his suit coat and marveled how watching the way Sam’s pants hugged Sam’s ass never got old. It was one of the nicer perks of the job.
Dean’s pleasure was marred by the pain that was still gnawing at his stomach and only getting worse even though he’s taken every over the counter medicine he could find, nothing seemed to work. He’d tried to hide his discomfort from Sam, but when something hurt this bad, it’s hard to conceal.
He felt himself sweating and feeling light headed while the maelstrom in his stomach kicked up a notch and was now making him nauseous. Once they reached the door, he turned and spit to get rid of the bile that had made its way to the back of his throat, and when he did, he saw Benny peek from around the corner of the house. He was trying to decide whether to tell Sam that the vampire was there when Francis answered their knock.
He could feel Sam staring at him once they entered the house because he was becoming more nauseous while Sam started asking questions.
“What can you tell us about your grandfather’s death Francis?” Sam asked.
“Frank, everyone calls me Frank,” he informed Sam in a thick Cajun accent as he looked at Dean with disdain and asked. “What’s wrong with your partner?”
Dean had a snarky comeback on his tongue, but it was washed from his mouth by the contents of his stomach. When he began to throw up several things happened at once, Francis (even sick Dean could still be a dick) rushed towards him with lightning speed, but before the young man could reach him, Benny burst through the door, grabbing him and almost simultaneously throwing a machete to Sam.
“Sam,” Dean cried out weakly while Benny held the struggling man down on the ground where they’d landed.
“He can take care of himself chère, but if you go back in there, you’ll put the both of you in danger because he’ll be worried about protecting you. Let the man do his job.”
Dean couldn’t form an answer because his stomach protested violently as he leaned over and emptied what remained in his belly. When he felt the warm arms wrap around him his last thought was Sammy before he slipped into the darkness.
Benny looked from Sam to Dean trying to decide the best way to approach the younger man. He wasn’t stupid; he knew that there was more to the brothers that met the eye. Even if he hadn’t known Sam gave the game away because every time he was near Dean a pissing match broke out. Right now, they had no time for childish games because the man who meant so much to the both of them passed out during a hunt and their first concern was getting him to safety.
Just because Sam had killed the inexperienced vampire in the house didn’t mean that they were out of danger, the rest of the fledgling nest could show up any minute. With both of them concerned for Dean’s well-being it could mean that all of them would end up dead or worse, the Winchesters were turned and if anyone was going to be Dean’s maker, it would be him.
“I’ve got Dean, you get the car and be ready to haul ass,” Benny told Sam, surprised that the man didn’t argue.
He hoisted Dean on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and actually arrived at the car before Sam. He knew he would, but he needed to give the man something to concentrate on instead of focusing on Dean. Once Sam made it to the car, he flung the back door open and watched as Benny placed his brother on the bench seat and slid in beside him as Sam sped away.
Their first stop was to the motel to get their things because the motel was a public place it meant they weren’t going to be safe there. Benny waited in the car with Dean as Sam quickly gathered their belongings. Ledoux was dead, but Sam knew that their scents could be traced, and he didn’t want to be caught because he was too dumb to move and endanger Dean’s life.
“Sam I know that this is your call, but he needs a doctor, the boy’s burnin’ up,” Benny told him.
Dean was still unconscious and babbling as Sam drove, eying Benny as he held him “It’s okay Mon chère, I’ve got you,” Benny whispered too low for Sam to hear.
At the first road he came to, Sam quickly turned and parked the Impala. Benny shook his head because he knew that the older Winchester would give the younger one hell for the maneuver he just pulled in his precious car.
Benny watched as Sam made his way to the back seat and looked at Dean. It took him a second to look at the way he was sweating so much that his white shirt was transparent; his skin flushed from the high body temperature before he pursed his lips and said grudgingly, “You’re right he needs a doctor.”
They ended up at the emergency room where the doctors and nurses began to work on the unconscious man immediately, while Sam waited in the waiting room. He was vaguely aware that Benny stayed with him. When the doctors emerged and called the name Sam had given them, he knocked over a teenaged girl carrying a coffee laden tray to get to them.
He heard Benny apologizing for him, but right now that wasn’t important, what was important was Dean. God he missed Bobby.
“Finn O’Malley?” the doctor called out the fake name on Dean’s fake insurance card.
“Yeah, I’m Ian, his brother,” Sam told the man desperate to get some news.
“Follow me please,” the doctor said and walked away assured in the fact that his word was going to be obeyed. “I’m Dr. Smith and this is Dr. Balasubramanium and we need to discuss your …brother?
Sam looked at the doctors and wondered why Dr. Brown ended the sentence as a question.
With a hurried glance towards Benny, Sam followed the doctor into a room set aside for consulting with families and he supposed giving bad news. As soon as that thought entered his head, Sam stopped and demanded. “Tell me he’s not dead.”
“Mr. O’Malley, we can discuss your brother’s condition once we get into the consultation room,” the doctor told him.
“No,” Sam said in a voice so cold it made both of the doctors turn around and stare. “You tell me right now whether or not my fucking brother is alive or I’ll start wrecking shit. Do you want to chance the fact that I just might start with you?”
“Your brother was fine when I left him,” Dr. Balasubramanium told the large man in an accent so thick that Sam barely understood what he was saying. Once they reached the room, it was as though they were now too scared to talk.
“We want to know why your…brother didn’t complete the surgery.” Dr. Brown asked, “We know that it was recent because we can see the scars that are healing on his scrotum are still pink.”
Sam found that even though it was medical, he didn’t like the idea of another man discussing Dean’s scrotum, and he found it hard to fight back the anger. Thank God, the hunter in him had better sense. Most people would have asked what surgery and have the doctors clam up, but he knew that in order to get the answers he needed, he would have to pretend that he knew or the doctors would clam up.
“What’s wrong with his surgery?” Sam bit out.
“When they created his penis and scrotum, the vagina was used,” Dr. Brown explained for which Sam was glad because he didn’t feel like deciphering Balasubramanium’s accent.
“Well, they used the vagina, but left the womb and ovaries, so your brother is. Well he’s. We’ll need to run more accurate tests, but it seems that your brother’s four weeks pregnant.”
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