I own nothing, but I wish these boys were mine... or actually... if they were I would probably never leave my house so maybe it's a good thing. Reviews makes me happy and makes me write fast... so does ideas and constructive criticism. Cheers. xx

She looked at him with one eyebrow raised, not too sure what to make of the whole situation. Usually she wouldn't let a (bleeding) stranger near her or her motel this late at night but there was just something about this man. His eyes spoke of faith and calm if even a slight urgency, there seemed to be nothing evil in there.

"So..." Sam said, trying on the puppy eyes once again.
"Have you got a room for me and my brother? I know it's late and I look a little bit scruffy but trust me, we wont cause any problems."
She nodded and looked behind the desk for a key to one of the nicer rooms, she was a sucker for giant puppies after all and her senses screamed at her that this man needed taking care of and was nothing to fear.
"Room 401, just down there," She pointed. " Two queens, yea?" Sam let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding.
"Yea.. Thank you... Thank you so much" She nodded and handed over the key, sorted out the payment for the night and let him know that breakfast was served between 8 and 10 in the little dining room if they were interested. He thanked her again and turned to leave.

"You know you're bleeding, right?" Sam stopped dead, brain working fast to think of the least stupid excuse. "Yea, got caught on... something...(smooth) no biggie... thanks again." He gave her an apologetic smile and left, hurried back to the car, drove as close to the room as he could and opened the door to the passenger seat.

"God Dean, you really do look a mess!" He grabbed his brother by the arm and dragged him up.
"Get off me, man! I'm fine!" Dean shrugged him off, stumbled and fell against the car only to have Sam grab him again and half drag, half carry him in to their room.

She took a few slow steps back indoors after witnessing the two men stumbling in to their room. Although it might not be custom for her guests to check in bleeding this was a rough place to live. None of her business after all so she decided to try to shrug it off and focus on the jobs that needed doing. She sighed and went in to the supply room, dragging her feet a little, late night shifts always seemed to take it out of her.

Sam managed to guide his brother to one of the beds and sat him down. He was not looking forward to this next bit, Dean was always such a jerk when it came to taking care of wounds and he really could be a big baby.
"Right bro, shirt off, gotta get that bleeding to stop." He said this over his shoulder whilst walking over to the bathroom to grab towels and some hot water, thinking that maybe if he pretended that it wasn't a big deal his brother would just let him dress his wounds and they could both get some well needed sleep. He grabbed two towels and cursed under his breath after realizing that they were the only towels they had.
Walking back out to the room again he noticed that Dean hadn't moved, not one bit, shirt still in place. Shit.

"Dean please, I'm tired and bleeding too here. Don't make this any harder than it has to be."
"M'fine Sammy, just a little scratch.. lemme sleep..." Dean swatted his brothers hands away with his eyes still closed.
"Hey... HEY!" Sam grabbed his hands and firmly (maybe a little bit too firm) put them over his head, pinning him down. "You're poking my eyes out! Stop being such a freaking baby! Now i'm gonna take your shirt off because it's sticking to all the blood!" This time Sam didn't give Dean a chance to protest, he pulled his brothers shirt off in a swift movement and then backed up a step just in case Dean would decide to take a swing at him.
"There, that wasn't so hard was it?" He threw the shirt on the floor and moved in with a towel.
"Touch me again and I'll rip your arms off." Somehow the threat didn't seem so bad coming from someone lying down with a arm thrown over his eyes.
Sam pulled out a flask of holy water (you can never be too sure) and braced himself for the pain he was about to cause his brother.
"This might sting a little, I just wanna make sure they're not infected with something creepy, alright?"
Dean lifted his arm a little and peaked up at Sam, he was just going to question what he meant by that when he felt Sam pour water over his scratches and doubled over in pain, a whole lot of profanities coming out of his mouth. Darkness threatened and he looked up and around the room to make sure it was safe and Sammy was safe before letting it take over.
Sam was actually relieved when he saw his older brother finally give up and slide in to unconsciousness, that meant that he could work without having someone slowing him down. He finished cleaning Deans torn chest and bandaged him right up. That's gonna hurt in the morning. He then took a deep breath and moved on to remove his brothers jeans, praying that he wouldn't wake up during this part. He took a good look at the gash that made its way down the right leg and began cleaning and dressing it, everything going on auto-pilot, this wasn't the first time he had had to patch Dean up and it was easier like this, not actually having to think of what he was doing.

He had just put a pair of sweatpants on his brother and dragged him to the other (dry and clean) bed when there was a small knock on the door.

tbc...?