Fic: Blaze Of Glory (5/?)
Title: Blaze of Glory
Authors: luscious_rebel & mpregloveranon
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mpreg, Character Death (no main characters), H/C
Disclaimer: We just own a kinky imagination. The characters belong to CW, Kripke and whoever else is rightfully making money with them. The title and lyrics belong to Bon Jovi.
Summary: Wild, wild West and we find Dean and Sam in the middle of it. Used to a peaceful living on their parents’ farm Dean’s and Sam’s normal lives change drastically, when they return from a day out in the fields to find their home lit up in flames. Having to leave the only home they ever knew behind, they start their journey across the country on the backs of their horses Impala and Ivory to meet up with their great-uncle. The journey is long and troublesome but both brothers have bigger worries to deal with when Sam discloses a secret.
The story’s inspired by an old prompt on the spnkink_meme that can be found here (big thanks to sexytexanjra, who found the prompt again for us).
Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4
Exhaustion eventually had won over their worries and so Dean and Sam had fallen asleep once it had gotten dark. Even though it had taken a moment longer for Dean to come to rest since he felt responsible for Sam and had wanted to watch him, a point had been reached at which his own emotions were hunting him down and had left him too tired to stay awake. Sam could feel his arms still wrapped around his body when he opened his eyes. The sun was shining again and he blinked in an attempt to clear his vision. His whole body was aching and he felt like sleeping on the hard ground hadn’t done any good to him. “Dean?”
“Yeah, Sammy?” Dean’s eyes blinked open upon hearing his brother calling for him. His vision was still blurry from sleep and his neck felt stiff from the position he had lain in but that didn’t matter because Sam was his top priority. He pressed a quick good-morning kiss to the nape of his brother’s neck and instinctively rubbed Sam’s belly as if he was greeting their baby as well.
The soft touch sent a shocking shiver through Sam’s body and he curled up a little more as if he tried to blend out the thing Dean’s hand was doing to his belly. The younger Winchester’s memories instantly were back with what he had done to their child and it made him feel sick and disgusted by himself. A small whimper escaped his lips as he pressed his eyelids shut again.
Dean went from sleepy and mellow to fully alert in less than a second. “What is it, Sammy? Are you hurting?” He pulled his arms back to give his brother more room to move and breathe, scrambling into a sitting position to get a better view of Sam’s ashen face. “Sammy? C’mon talk to me.”
“I feel dizzy… and nauseated,” Sam whispered his reply while he still kept his eyes closed.
“But you’re not in any pain, right?” Dean had to make sure.
“My whole body aches…”
He had been hoping for a negative answer to his last question but Dean tried to stay calm and clear headed. “Okay, that might be because we slept on this uneven ground… Apart from feeling sore you don’t feel any sharp pains or anything, do you?” He cursed himself for not taking better attention at school when they had talked about the human body and reproduction. In an attempt to make his brother feel better, he pulled him against his chest and started to rub soothing circles onto his back, while holding a palm to his forehead to check for fever, which would indicate heatstroke.
“Dean…” Sam protested against the movement. It made his vision turn into all kinds of blur and his stomach made a protesting sound. Suddenly he felt the nausea getting worse and the next moment he was struggling to get up. Only a few steps away from their camp he bent over and threw up while looking like a helpless young boy.
The older Winchester was on his knees at his brother’s side within seconds, slinging one arm around Sam’s heaving chest to support his weight and keep him upright. “Shhh… Try to take deep breaths if you can,” he advised in a calm voice that betrayed his own nervousness. He knew that pregnancy caused nausea, in fact he could still remember how miserable their mom had been when she was pregnant with Sam, but it still worried him that Sam was getting so sick after the events of the day before. He didn’t want to think about what could happen if the baby had maybe been hurt but he couldn’t forget the image of Sam, punching himself in the stomach, either. They needed to get going and find a doctor. Dean would find a way to pay for the doctor later.
To Sam the time filled with aching and vomiting appeared to be endless but when it finally seemed to be over, he reached into the pocket of his jeans to retrieve an old handkerchief which he used to clean his mouth. He was trembling due to the exhaustion the terrible attack had cost his body. Without a word he moved his hand to rest it on his belly. Although Sam didn’t voice it, his eyes clearly showed that he was worried about the baby’s health just as much as Dean. He felt guilty for having attacked it in the first place. If it would die now it was to blame on his own stupid mistake, but, hell, he hoped that wouldn’t happen. Sam would love to just get up and get some help but he felt too miserable to speak so he remained quiet and lost in his thoughts.
“Relax, babe,” Dean whispered to him, holding him in the protective circle of his arms. He could almost feel the exhaustion coming off Sam’s body in waves. His brother’s pallor was now even underlined by the dark smudges under his weary eyes and Dean knew that they wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon. He had to give Sam a little time to recover from being sick before they could continue their journey and they would really have to find a doctor soon. “Lean against me and rest for a second, Sammy.”
“Dean… I just want to get going…” Sam protested in his weak voice while he reached out to gently tug on his brother’s shirt.
Sighing lowly and shook his head. “You’re in no condition to travel anywhere right now. You might get sick or even faint and fall of the horse… So unless you agree to share a horse with me, we’ll stay put and wait for you to look a little more alive before we pack up and hit the road again, Sam,” clarified calmly but with enough determination in his tone to make it clear that the point wasn’t open for discussing.
“Dean….” Sam sighed. “I just don’t know whether it’ll get any better…”
It didn’t sit well with Dean to get going already when Sam still looked so sick and weak but he had to admit the his brother had a point. If there really was something wrong with him it might not get better on its own and seeing a doctor would be even more urgent than they first thought. “Alright,” he finally caved, standing up but gesturing to Sam that he should stay where he was. “I’ll pack our stuff and you stay put for now. When I’m ready we can decide how to go ahead.” Not wanting to give Sam a chance to start arguing, he turned around and began to pick up their things, fastening everything to Ivory and Impala’s saddles. After a few minutes he walked back to Sam and held out his hands to help him onto his feet. “Do you really think you’re up for this already?”
Sam nodded. “I’m better.” He wasn’t lying. While Dean had been busy gathering their belongings, the nausea had vanished to an extent that made him feel like he at least wouldn’t have to throw up anymore. “Let’s get going…” He walked over to Ivory and patted her neck. “Hey pretty,” he greeted her before he took his hat from Dean and put it on. A moment later he moved to settle down on the mare’s back.
Watching his baby brother’s every move with a concerned eye, Dean at last, put his own hat on and climbed into Impala’s saddle. He fumbled around in one of the saddle bags until he found the old compass, which he carried around at all times. After taking a look at it he decided on a direction and with one last glance at Sam, spurred his horse into a comfortable trot. There was no need in tiring the horses and themselves out already, especially if they didn’t know how far away the next town was. Closing his eyes briefly, Dean sent a quick prayer heavenwards, hoping that they wouldn’t be too far away from civilization.
*
Whether it had been the Heavens which didn’t answer Dean pleas or the destiny of the young Winchester wasn’t clear, but it turned out that it had taken them two days to reach a little village. A doctor or any other person with good medical knowledge hadn’t been present but people had helped them by stocking up the brothers’ provisions and giving them some hints on towns around them, which would hold little medical offices. The closest of them had been a four day ride away from the village. Upon seeing the first houses appear in front of them, Sam felt more than relieved. He had suffered from nausea every morning and sometimes it had lasted for hours. His body was a mass of pain and it had started to feel like every time the horses went into a gallop, made it worse about two days ago. “Dean… I think we found it…” Sam spoke up with his weary voice while he pointed into the direction of the houses he had spotted. For that movement he even lifted his hand off his belly, despite it having turned into a habit to let it rest on its surface. Sam surely hadn’t had any deeper intentions on that. It was more about the pain and the fear of having lost their child that made him reach out for it, as if it would make him able to hold onto Dean’s and his baby.
Dean let out a loud breath. He felt tired from riding almost non-stop for the last four days, only trying to catch a few hours of sleep at night before saddling their horses again. He couldn’t begin to imagine how his brother had to be feeling. Sam looked dead on his feet, was ghostly pale and constantly getting sick, which didn’t exactly make the long hours on horseback easier to handle for him. Dean had watched him sleep at night and been alarmed, when he had noticed that Sam even seemed to be in discomfort when he slept. He had also seen how Sam was always cradling his belly as if he was still experiencing pain from the punches he had inflicted on himself almost a week ago and that certainly meant nothing good. “Thank God,” Dean replied, his gaze fixed on the city ahead of their road.
“Yeah…” Sam agreed. He shared his brother’s visible relief. A bit slower, to not find himself being put into pain due to the quick speed of their horses again, he led Ivory in the direction of the town ahead of them. While they kept on riding, he gave Dean some caring gazes which also told him how thankful he was for the good care he experienced thanks to Dean’s good nature. When they reached their destination and he got off Ivory’s back, he felt his legs give in though and he quickly held onto the saddle in order to steady himself.
The older brother immediately brought Impala to a halt and jumped off the horse’s back to be at Sam’s side. Grabbing his shaky brother’s biceps to keep him on his feet, Dean looked at him with deep concern etched into his features. “Deep breaths, Sammy. Don’t faint on me now. We’re gonna get you to a doctor.” Dean’s head swilled around from side to side, looking at the people, who were going after their daily businesses. When an older woman brushed closely past them and stopped to shoot them a curious look, he decided to ask her for help. “My brother needs a doctor. Can you tell us where we can find one, ma’am?”
‘A polite young man,’ the woman thought. His face showed so much worry that she moved closer. Being able to have a better look at Sam’s pale face, she nearly startled. The boy indeed looked like he would need help. “I’ll take you to Doctor Carter,” the woman quickly spoke up and pointed down the street before she started to move ahead so the boys could follow her lead.
Not wasting any time, Dean grabbed both their horses’ reins and slung an arm around Sam’s waist to take some of his weight and help him to the small office the woman took them to. “Thank you,” he said and gave the woman a nod, before quickly tying the reins to each other to prevent the horses from wandering off. Then he adjusted his grip on Sam and knocked on the door. “It’ll all be alright, Sammy,” he whispered into his brother’s ear, when he saw his wide, frightened eyes.
Sam nodded in return and his nervousness made him babble. “I’ve never seen such a big town…” Just then they could hear the sound of footsteps coming from behind the door.
A somewhat grey haired man opened the door. “What can I do for you?” he asked with a mild voice but noticed that the faces he saw were completely new to him. “You’re not from here…” he commented before he quickly grabbed for Sam’s other arm and helped Dean to steady his younger brother. “Come in.”
“My brother needs help,” Dean explained even if that piece of information was kind of pointless because everything about Sam screamed sick right now and the doctor would certainly have figure out that Sam was the patient.
“I see, let’s get him onto the examination table,” the older man suggested and helped to move Sam across the room and onto the mentioned table, before starting to wash his hands thoroughly in a bowl with water that smelled like disinfectant. “What are your symptoms?”
Sam had shortly closed his eyes when he had come to rest on the solid surface of the examination table and now opened them again. “We… we don’t have any money, Sir…” He knew Dean would likely kill him for his stupid honesty but he just couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
“That’s okay,” the doctor assured him kindly, placing a warm hand on his shoulder. “I became a doctor because I wanted to help people, it doesn’t matter if or how they repay me for it. Now tell me your name and why you came to my office, boy.”
Oh God! Sam felt his heart skip a beat in relief. “I…” He looked at Dean as if it would help him to gather his courage. “It’s Samuel. Samuel Winchester. That’s Dean… Our parents owned a farm… They died in a fire and so we had to leave and….” He needed a moment to take a breath. “I think I’m pregnant but… but…”
“Shhh… Calm down, young Samuel Winchester,” the physician soothed him, not even blinking at the revelation that Sam was pregnant. In all the years he had treated patients he had only come across two pregnant males and in both cases it had been young boys. “May I ask what leads you to that suspicion?”
“Well… my body aches… It started with my chest and belly… I stopped getting my… you know…?” God Sam felt so embarrassed he blushed to no end.
Doctor Carter nodded and frowned, attempting to find the right way to phrase his next question without making his young patient feel even more uncomfortable but he really had to ask it before he could start his examination. “Have you ever been touched intimately by a man, Samuel?” The question might sound ridiculous but he had already have several young girls coming to him and thinking they were pregnant because they had kissed a boy, so he always assumed that his patience knew nothing about reproduction in the worst case.
How could the doctor ask such a question? Sam’s blush increased as he nodded hesitatingly. There was nothing else he could say. He felt like he’d die of embarrassment any moment so he tried to change the topic. “I hurt my belly… And I…” No he couldn’t tell this man the truth about the punches.
“Are you in any pain right now and when did you hurt your belly?” the doctor asked, ignoring the twin blushes heating up both boys’ cheeks, which suggested that ‘being brothers’ as Dean had mentioned was probably just an excuse. It wasn’t any of his business if the boys were lover’s or not, but the thought almost eased Dr. Carter’s mind as it would eliminate the possibility of a grown man having taken advantage of young Samuel’s innocence.
“It happened about a week ago and… yes, it still hurts…” Sam bit his lower lip. “My whole body hurts. I don’t know whether this is from our journey or… or…” He looked at Dean again as if pleading for help.
Dean had been quietly holding one of Sam’s hands since he had lain down on the table but now he spoke up again, to explain their situation to the older man. “We wanted to meet up with our great-uncle and we have been riding for a couple of weeks. We’ve been sleeping outdoors most nights and the heat and long hours in the saddle are really exhausting, so we’re not sure if Sam’s aching because of the strain or because he got hurt.”
“I see…” The doctor nodded. The background information surely helped him to understand the situation a bit better. “Well, since you don’t seem to know whether you’re really pregnant I’ll do a close exam, because if you’re not it could be you hurt yourself without a child being involved at all,” he cleared things up and Sam nodded his understanding.
“Can my brother stay?”
“Of course he can stay,” the grey-haired man confirmed and gently reached for the hem of Sam’s shirt. “I’m going to palpate your stomach now, Samuel. If anything hurts, please don’t try to be brave but tell me where and how it hurts.” He slowly lifted the shirt and heard Dean suck a sharp breath in through his teeth, when an already fainting but still clearly visible bruise on Sam’s abdomen became visible.
“Why did you hide that from me, Sammy,” Dean asked in utter disbelief, asking himself how he hadn’t noticed the bruise before.
“I…” Sam didn’t know what to respond to Dean’s question. The feeling of guilt was weighing down heavier than ever on his shoulders and he closed his eyes before his lips started to tremble. He had to fight hard to keep his tears from running down his cheeks.
Patting his brother’s hand, Dean shook his head silently. “It’s okay. I’m not mad at you. I’m just worried for you, Sam.”
The younger Winchester understood what Dean tried to tell him but he felt too weak to go on with their private talk in front of the doctor, so he just nodded. “My back hurts,” he whispered and his voice sounded helpless and thin. Oh yes, Sam was glad that they eventually had made it to a doctor’s office. He had been worried about the baby and his condition for far too long, yet he hadn’t thought that the examination would turn his emotions upside down that badly.
Dr. Carter had watched the short exchange between both boys before interrupting it by speaking up again and gently placing his hands on Sam’s belly only inches above the purple mark. “Okay, tell me if any of this hurts,” he repeated his earlier instruction and slowly started to move his palms across the teen’s bruised abdomen, softly prodding and kneading the pale flesh here and there.
In the progress of the palpation it showed that Sam of course felt some discomfort when the doctor touched his bruised skin. He informed him about it like requested by Dr. Carter and let him go on with his check up. Not much later the older man’s hands reached a point further South on Sam’s abdomen and the young teen felt like being struck by lightning due to the sharp sting which flashed through his body. He pressed his eyelids shut while he moaned in obvious discomfort and reflexively curled up in a desperate attempt to protect himself from getting hurt. The possibility of experiencing such an intense pain by only getting touched left him in sheer terror and he gasped.
“Sammy!” Dean cried out at his brother’s reaction and bent over to cradle Sam’s head to his chest.
The physician let go of his patient and frowned pensively. “Can you describe the pain, Samuel?” Every piece of information could help him to figure out his next steps and maybe save the young man further painful examinations.
“It stings… and it goes straight through my whole belly.” He moaned again. “Makes me back hurt too…”
“Is this the first time that you feel such a pain since you got hurt?” The doctor continued to ask his questions, while he moved to one of the cabinets on the wall opposite to the table Sam was lying on.
“No… it’s been like that the whole day after I got hurt. When I woke up the next day the pain’s been still there but it wasn’t that intense. Uhm… during the last days it also hurt but… not constantly. Not that bad.” Sam was about to calm down a little when suddenly another pain shot through him and he turned a bit more into Dean’s direction. This time the pain caused him to let out a deeper moan and he squeezed his brother’s hand.
Dean’s eyes widened in terror because this time the pain wasn’t related to anything in specific as no one had touch Sam or anything. That surely couldn’t be normal and scared the older brother to death. He still stroked his lover’s cheek softly, to soothe him before he turned back to the doctor. “Why is he in pain now?”
“That’s what I’m trying to find out,” the older man replied calmly. “Please don’t worry. Whatever it is, we will find a way to treat it.” Dr. Carter retrieved a brown bottle from his cabinet and tried to act as composed as possible. It wouldn’t help anyone, if Dean would freak out with worry. One patient to treat was enough for the moment. Looking at Sam and Dean he went on speaking. “I’ll have to make some further physical examinations, but I’ll need Samuel naked for that. Do you still want Dean to stay, Samuel?”
The younger Winchester blushed a little as he looked at his brother. “Do you want to?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Dean promised with a warm, encouraging smile. “Do you want me to help you with the clothes?”
“Just help me to sit up…” Sam at least wanted to keep a little bit of his dignity, so he wanted to undress alone.
Dr. Carter waited for Sam to shed his clothes and lie back down. Then he leaned over his patient and carefully traced the areola of one of Sam’s nipples, humming deep in thought. Moving to the foot end of the table he gently laid his hands on the insides of the teen’s naked thighs and slowly pulled them apart. “I want to see if you are really pregnant. Usually I would palpate your abdomen thoroughly to determined if your uterus is engorged but due to your injuries I’ll have to use another technique, that should be less painful for you but is invasive,” he explained very calmly, speaking slowly to make sure that his patient understood him right. He took a first look between Sam’s legs and nodded again. “Your nipples and the skin around your anus are both colored dark, which can be a sign of pregnancy… I’m going to inspect your cervix by inserting two of my fingers into your anus, Samuel. Try to relax as best as you can. I’ll try to be quick.”
Sam swallowed as he watched the doctor stand at the end of the examination table, while his thighs were spread wide. Being exposed to a man was something he surely wasn’t used to since the only one he ever had shared such intimate contact with, had been his brother Dean. Their father didn’t count, since the way he had seen Sam naked as a child, had been totally different from the exposed situation Dr. Carter had him in. The blush on Sam’s cheeks showed that the teen was obviously embarrassed. Having sex with Dean felt a lot different from just spreading his legs in front of a stranger. That much Sam would keep in mind for the future. He was glad that the relationship between Dean and him was a close and caring one and he would feel a lot better if Dean would be able to do the examination on his neither region. Oh no, Sam couldn’t picture himself ever sharing sexual intimacy with anyone else. However this wasn’t about sex and it was important so Sam gave a little nod and looked at Dean. He didn’t want to keep his gaze directed at the doctor’s face.
“Hey…” Dean noticed the nervous scowl on his brother’s face and attempted to take his mind off the doctor. “So what do you say if we find the saloon of this place and get ourselves some tasty, warm meal when we’re done here?” He could only imagine how uncomfortable Sam had to feel in that exposed position.
“Dean… of all the moments you thought about food… This must be the worst!” Sam bit his lower lip but he really couldn’t keep from scolding his brother. He was incredibly glad that Dean was with him and regretted to be mean but his emotions were overflowing. As if this wouldn’t be bad enough already he felt another pain striking him the moment the doctor tried to let his digits invade his body. A pained moan was Sam’s respond to it. Oh damn…
The doctor stopped his movement, but didn’t pull his fingers back. He waited a few seconds to see if his patient would adjust to the intrusion. “It’s okay, Samuel. Try to relax for me. Slow, deep breaths…”
Again Sam nodded at the doctor’s words. He tried to move his upper body into a more comfortable position and closed his eyes. Changing his breathing, he noticed how it indeed helped him to calm down and relax and he softly squeezed Dean’s hand to assure him he was thankful for his presence. “Ok…” he hesitatingly spoke up and signalized Dr. Carter to go on with his examination.
Seeing his young patient gradually relax, the doctor pushed his fingers deeper and started to palpate the inner walls of Sam’s cervix with his fingertips. “I’m almost done,” he told Sam in a calm voice and carefully started to press down on Sam’s lower abdomen to feel if the cervix was soft before finally pulling his fingers back out and gently rubbing the spot on Sam’s belly that he had been prodding. “You really seem to be pregnant, Samuel,” the grey-haired man then announced matter-of-factly because he didn’t know if that was good or bad news for his patient.
Sam opened his eyes again when he heard Dr. Carter’s words. “I am?” He looked up at him from his reclined position without moving, but his facial expression changed. The teen seemed to be torn between surprise about the proof of his foreboding and a bit of happiness. The doctor’s words echoed in his mind and Sam felt frozen in time. He didn’t even manage to look at Dean, neither did he notice that his legs were still widely spread.
“Is the baby okay? Why is Sam still in pain if he got hurt almost a whole week ago?” Dean started to shoot question, not yet able to wrap his mind around the fact that the doctor had just confirmed that they were having a baby. As soon as he had heard the word ‘pregnant’ all the worries and the fear for Sam and their baby had returned with a vengeance.
The younger Winchester bit his lower lip upon hearing Dean’s questions. He was right. Only because the doctor had confirmed their assumption, it still didn’t mean the child would be fine. “Is… is my baby alright?” He asked and his voice trembled due to the fear which had crept up inside of Sam. He wouldn’t be able to cope, if it wouldn’t be, because if something happened to their baby it was his own terrible fault.
Dr. Carter looked at the brothers’ fearful eyes. “Samuel, the pain you’re experiencing are mild contractions,” he announced and tried to let his voice sound calm, yet the younger brother paled at those words.
“What does that mean?” Dean wanted to know immediately. “How can he be having contractions already?”
“The trauma to his abdomen caused the baby a lot of stress. The contractions are the body’s way to react to such stress,“ the doctor tried to explain but could tell that both young man didn’t need detailed descriptions of physical reactions to trauma, so he started another approach. “Have you been bleeding after you got hurt?” He turned his eyes back to a very pale Sam.
The younger brother was unable to say anything after he had to hear those cruel words. Tears welled up in his eyes and he sat up. Sam wrapped his arms around his legs after he had dragged them up. His whole body trembled as he sobbed and shook his head. “It’s my fault… It’s my stupid fault...” His voice cracked and he sobbed louder while he hid his eyes behind his hands. “I hit the baby…” It was hard to admit that and Sam felt ashamed to no end but he figured he had to be honest if he wanted to help the baby.
The doctor saw Dean open his mouth to probably intervene in some way or another, but he just held up a hand to silence the young man. “Listen to me, Samuel.” Dr. Carter’s voice was kind but serious. “If there hasn’t been any bleeding, chances are high that your baby will be just fine. I want to make sure that there really hasn’t been any minor bleeding, that you might have missed, so I’m going to give you an enema. Do you know what that is, Samuel?”
The doctor’s words hardly got realized by Sam at that point, but he never had heard that word before so he sobbed again. “No.”
“It’s okay, I’ll explain it to you,” Dr. Carter offered helpfully, going back to the cabinets to retrieve a rubber bulb. He held out the object to Sam. “I’m going to fill this bulb with warm water and slowly transfer the water into your body through your anus. A few bulbs full should be enough to rinse your bowel and when the water is expelled again, I can see if there is any residuum of dried blood that indicates a bleeding. It might feel a little odd but I assure you that this procedure won’t hurt.”
“Ok…” Sam nodded. He would agree to worse treatments if it would help the baby. “Do I have to lie down again or…”
“Yes, and I will get you a cushion to prop up your pelvis. That should help to keep the water inside your bowel for a few minutes,” the physician answered and went out of the room quickly to get a cushion, which he stuffed under Sam’s hips. “After the exam I’ve just given you, the intrusion shouldn’t cause you any discomfort.” The older man assured the young man and turned toward Dean. “Can you please get that pot from the stove and fill some of the water into this bowl?”
Dean looked in the direction the doctor was pointing at and reluctantly let go of Sam’s hand to get the warm water.
Sam watched the actions of the other two men. Resting like that wasn’t as uncomfortable as he would have thought. He kept his legs spread for the doctor and waited for Dean to return. Everything else he tried to blank out and when Dean eventually came to sit next to him he reached out for his hand again and kissed its back. It was easy to see that Dean also seemed worried and Sam wanted to assure him that he loved him. It was all he could do.
Working as gently as he could, Dr. Carter slowly emptied the first bulb of water into Sam’s body. “If you rub your stomach in steady, circular motion you’ll help to move the water around inside your bowel,” he then informed as he filled the bulb for a second time.
Without missing a beat, Dean stretched out his free hand and began to softly rub circles onto his brother’s belly.
Sam gave a weak smile in return to that caring gesture. He was way too worried to smile for real but he felt more comfortable by communicating with Dean. “It feels weird,” he admitted and looked at his belly. While Dr. Carter went on with his work he tried to remain as calm as possible. When another contraction hit him he couldn’t help but to moan. “Please, hurry,” he asked the old man.
“The water has to spread out inside your bowel,” Dr. Carter patiently replied and patted Sam’s knee as he discarded the bulb after emptying it for a third time. “Keep still for a moment longer if you can,” he suggested but held the water bowl to Sam’s opening, just in case.
The younger Winchester nodded and chewed on his lower lip while he tried to keep the control over his body. He felt another contraction spreading through his body and moaned when he also reached out to rub his belly. “It hurts…”
“Alright, let the water go then,“ the doctor told the teen and watched the liquid as it splashed into the empty bowl. “There is no blood in the water which is a very good sign, Samuel. If the baby was seriously hurt, you would have experienced heavy bleeding but I’m still concerned about the contractions. I suggest that you stay here for a week or two to see if they stop once the bruise on your abdomen is completely healed.”
Staying? Sam gulped and turned to look to his brother. “Dean…?!” The younger brother hated to be the reason why they would have to slow down their journey. He lowered his gaze when he remembered something else. “We don’t have any money…” he whispered. Sam had told Dr. Carter before but he wasn’t sure whether he understood that they didn’t own any money at all. It was not just the medical treatment they couldn’t afford.
“I can work for our stay,” Dean instantly offered because having a doctor around made him feel safe. Staying to see if the contractions would go away again once Sammy was all healed up again, sounded like a reasonable plan and giving Sam and himself a break from riding surely wouldn’t hurt either.
“You can do that,” Dr. Carter agreed. “But first of all you’ll have to rest. You won’t be much help for your younger brother if you’ll get sick.” The doctor smiled a little and walked over to his cabinet from which he retrieved some pills. “I want both of you to take two of them now. It’s vitamins and they will help you to strengthen up.” Filling two classes with water he went back to the Winchester brother and made them swallow the pills. “I got some rooms for my patients. They’re small but you can use one of them.” Dr. Carter turned to Dean. “If you got any luggage you should get it in. I’ll take care of your brother and bring help him to get into bed.” With that said Dr. Carter already got some supplies to help Sam to get thoroughly cleaned while Dean took care of Ivory and Impala and got their luggage as the doctor had told him to.
Not much later Sam was resting in bed. He was dressed in a fresh nightshirt, which he had gotten from Dr. Carter. His hand rested on his belly and he felt at least a tiny bit better when Dean joined him. Cuddling up he closed his eyes. The day had been exhausting for both of them so he hoped they’d just be able to sleep…..
Chapter 6