Of Werewolves And Humans

Chapter 27 ~ And So It Ends

THEN:

The nurse smiled satisfied with herself as she moved towards the bed with a syringe in her hands.

„Ready?", she asked and shared a look with Dean, since Sam wouldn't look her in the eyes.

Actually he didn't look at anyone of the staff, not even the doctors. He didn't even talk to them.

Dean gave her a short nod and nuzzled into Sam's neck, making himself comfortable.

She then plugged the syringe into Sam's port and emptied it slowly, giving Dean a short nod.

„That's it, Sammy.", Dean whispered gently, „I'm here. - Just let go, sweetheart."

Minutes later Sam drifted off to sleep with a smile on his lips.

NOW:

Dean awoke to an agonized cry.

His eyes snapped open, his grip around Sam's middle tightened in an instant.

„Sammy.", Dean muttered hoarsely, „Sam, it's okay."

The human threw his head back into Dean's shoulder, gasping for air, fighting whatever he was fighting in his dreams. Sam's whole body was shaking with tremors, his muscles taut.

„Baby.", Dean whispered, moving his hand over Sam's chest. „Shshsh. - Wake up." he should have known that the peace wouldn't last. „Wake up, Sam. - It's just a bad dream."

In the very next moment, two nurses burst into the room, followed by a high alarmed John Winchester. The older Winchester scanned the room for any sign of threat, so did a rumpled Robert Singer just a second behind.

Dean brushed gently over Sam's cheek with his open palm, trying to bring him back from wherever he was right now. He whispered – ever so gently – into his mate's ear. But Sam wouldn't wake up. There was another sharp cry ripping from his throat, as he fought against Dean's hold.

„Don't, Sam. - You're gonna rip your stitches.", Dean whispered gently, tried to stay calm, holding Sam tight against his body.

„He's gonna hurt himself.", one of the nurses blurted out, „twentyfive diazepam – Rose! Like yesterday, damnit!"

„Sam. - Please ..." Dean whispered pleadingly, holding him tight so he wasn't able to hurt himself, shoving his other arm under Sam's ribcage and held him close. - So close. He then moved his upper arm up and stroke – ever so gently – over Sam's face again, murmuring gentle words of love into his ear.

Eventually Sam stopped to struggle, as the nurse came back with a syringe in her hand. Sam panted heavily, pain searing through his left chest and ribcage, as he started to free himself from his nightmares. It felt like he couldn't breathe properly. Pain lancing through his body relentlessly as he gasped.

The finally – what seemed like an aeon later – Sam started to FEEL. Started to feel that his mate was close. He remembered that they had fallen asleep together, that Dean had been with him.

„D'n?" Sam reached for the hand that was resting on his chest. „Dean ...", he sobbed confused, „where … what ..."

„Shshsh … it's okay. - You're okay.", he whispered into his ear, „We're in the hospital, you remember?" Dean folded his fingers in between Sam's to anchor him. He placed a feather-light kiss on Sam's sweaty skin where his neck met his shoulder, tasting salty fear on his lips.

That was about the moment when the nurse appeared in Sam's peripheral vision, on the side of the bed, holding up the syringe.

„No!", Sam yelled desperately and started to struggle all over again, his long arms flying into the air and knocking the syringe from the nurse's hands. „NOOO!"

Dean caught Sam by his wrists, and straddled his long legs with his. He then managed to pull Sam's hands back against his ribcage, holding him perfectly still, until his mate's struggling subsided.

„Please … please – don't do this.", Sam choked out sobbing.

„It's okay.", Dean looked at the baffled nurse, who at pulled back a yard from the bed. „Go – I got this ..."

„He's gonna rip his internal stitches, Mister Winchester. - I'd suggest we sedate him ...", she said nervously. „It'd be safer that way ..."

Dean glared at her – but he understood what she meant. Even after nearly a week the damage in Sam's body wasn't even half healed … „I got this, trust me.", he told her, before he focused back on Sam, who lay desperately sobbing in his arms, mumbling incoherent things.

„It's okay, baby … They're just worried about you.", he whispered, slightly breathless, „So am I. - Sam. Sammy ..." He rested his forehead on Sam's shoulder and closed his eyes, calming himself down. „I'm gonna let you go now, okay?"

Sam nodded frantically.

„You won't fight me, okay?", Dean asked. „Or the nurse …"

Sam nodded again, the tension in his body fading slowly.

Dean eased his grip on him, but let his hands rest on Sam's chest. Sam's hands found his and clutched to the wolfman's ones, trembling violently.

The Winchester held his mate tight. - So tight. „That's my boy.", he praised him gently, „You're doing great. - Just let go. I got you, Sammy. I got you ..." Dean buried his nose in Sam's silken hair. „Deryl's dead. - There's nothing you have to be afraid of anymore ..."

„Make it stop, Dean. - Please … just make it stop ...", his mate pleaded hoarsely in between hiccups and sobs. „Please … please … It hurts, Dean. It hurts … make it stop, please ..."

The younger Winchester hushed his mate, laying his flat palm over Sam's heart. „Breathe with me, Sammy. - Just breathe with me.", he whispered. „I'll make it stop, okay?"

He nodded again.

„But first … first you've to slow it down.", he whispered.

Sam nodded again.

„Okay. - In and out. - Just like me ...", he took a deep inhale, making sure that Sam'd feel his chest's rise. „... and out, baby." Dean blew out a long slow breath and tightened his hold on his mate, so his ribcage was flush against Sam's back. „See? … In … and … out." He closed his eyes and concentrated on Sam, feeling after several repetitions as his breathes fell in union with Dean's.

„You're doing great, Sammy. - So great.", He whispered – loud enough so just Sam would hear it. „I'm so proud of you. - So proud."

Dean opened his eyes again and locked his gaze with the nurse, that stood behind his father. „Are you hurtin'?", he asked after a long while of silence.

Sam nodded exhausted and drew in another long breath with his mate.

„You could have some pain-killers.", he suggested, brushing a damp bang out of Sam's face.

„You stay with me?", Sam asked after a short pause. „Please?"

A small smile formed on the younger Winchester's face. „There's nowhere where I'd be rather."

„Okay ...", Sam breathed out raspy. „... only if you stay ..."

„Close your eyes for me, Sam.", he whispered gently and Sam did as he was told.

When the human's eyelids had fluttered closed he mouthed pain-killers towards the nurse and got a short nod as reply.

„That's good, Sammy.", the wolfman whispered low, „I'll watch out for you, while you're sleeping, okay?"

Sam gave him a short nod. „Please … don't go."

„I won't. - I promise.", the older Winchester whispered as he watched the nurse plugging in a syringe into the I.V. port in Sam's arm. When Sam made an attempt to flinch away from the gently touch of the woman's cool fingers, Dean tugged him closer. „Trust me, Sammy. - Close your eyes and let the nice girl do her work. It're just painkillers."

Eventually Sam drifted off to sleep again short after under the watch of Dean, John and the two nurses.

Dean gave them a short nod, making his point clear that he got this. That they didn't need anyone else.

John stayed in the room, slumped down in the chair that stood beside the bed and watched over his son and Sam until the early morning hours.

Five days later, Dean decided to get Sam home with him. All the foreign faces of the nurses and doctors who came into his room made the human jumpy and withdrawing into himself. All he seemed to want was to hide from them under his covers.

And Dean understood. - Sam hadn't been among other people – like this, like in a hospital or anywhere else – for years. And when he have had contact with others it hadn't been in a good kind of way.

Though … Sam always blossomed when John or Bobby or one of the others came by to visit. It was like he was another person again. He talked and joked with them – so he did with Dean of course. Though it was different. Like he'd mess around with friends and not with his mate …

But then again … when one of the staff entered the room, Sam grew extraordinary silent in an instant and Dean knew it couldn't go on that way.

Apart from the fact that Sam's nightmares seemed to get worse with every day that passed … and the doctors started to press for the use of sedatives. Something Dean knew that Sam didn't want. The human hated to feel loopy and distressed, he hated to feel the world around him slipping away. Because that was how he imagined it'd feel …

one week later …

… Sam visited Caleb's „grave" in the woods with Dean's help and digged out a small pit, where he buried the wolf's „diary". He stayed there for a long time, leaning against his mate until his chest started to hurt as hell and forced him to walk back to the Salvage to lay down again.

When they were back at the Salvage, Sam's powers were wasted and he was unable to get up the three steps onto the porch. So Dean scooped him up on his arms and carried him upstairs into their room. The wolfman covered the drained, shivering man with the comforter and a blanket and slipped under it behind him, holding him tight.

three weeks later …

Sam awoke to the smell of waffles, scrambled eggs, bacon and coffee, and to soft lips covering his. Sam parted his lips slightly, his eyes still closed, moaning comfortably into the kiss. He felt a gentle hand cupping his cheek and he leaned into the touch, letting his lips being caressed fondly.

Dean smiled into it, leaning closer, bringing himself above his mate, as he felt tentatively hands ghosting along his flanks.

„Breakfast's here, baby.", Dean mumbled into Sam's mouth.

Sam bucked his hips up against Deans, pushing a low rumble from the wolfman's throat. „Figured."

The Winchester chuckled.

„We've got the whole week, Sam.", he said and placed another soft kiss over Sam's tender cushions. „And I intend to hold the promises I made ..."

The human groaned and blinked his eyes open as they fell apart. „What's gonna happen after this week?"

Dean settled beside Sam and watched him carefully as his human scooted back and leaned against the headboard with a silent hiss. His chest still hurt, even when it already had healed up – at least on the outside.

Dean frowned instantly, a flash of worry ghosting over his features. „It shouldn't hurt anymore ...", he stated with a deep frown.

Sam gave him a shy smile. „Maybe I'm just oversensitive to pain.", he said jokingly. „I'm okay, Dean." He nudged his mate into the side and gave him a wink. „You don't have to worry … it just stings from time to time."

His mate nodded, still not completely convinced. „We could wait though, you know? - I don't want you to be hurtin'."

„No. - Stop that. - I don't want to hear just a single thought of yours about that anymore." Sam's expression went serious under three seconds.

„Well, i can't control my feelings, sweetheart." Dean watched the human ever so closely.

„Well then. - Breakfast?" Sam cocked an eyebrow at his mate.

Dean smiled at him. „Breakfast."

Dean knew it'd take time. Time to heal. Time to adjust.

When this week would be over, he'd tell Sam about his plans. About a cabin in the woods or a small house behind Bobby's on the Salvage. He'd tell him about his ideas about getting Sam professional help, so he'd be able to go out and see or meet other people. So that Sam would be able to go back to school …

… but that had time.

For now they were all they needed.

~ The End ~

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