Only a brother can save the other

Playing nurse

I looked back to my unconscious family and sighed. Carrying them both back wasn't gonna be easy especially with an injured back. I hauled Dean up over my uninjured shoulder thankful I was almost as big as him. Almost.

I stumbled to the car opening it and setting him carefully in the front seat. I walked back in and half carried  half dragged dad to the car and set him in too. I eased into the drivers seat and went back to the motel room and repeated taking each out and setting them on separate beds.

I stiffly walked to the bathroom and got the first aid kit. I cut off Deans shirt revealing 5 long angry scrathes. I sighed and got some holy water biting my lip as Dean withered in pain. I watched it sizzle until it stopped and, luckily, only 2 of the 5 scratches needed stitches.

While Dean and Dad where still out I striped my bloody coat and shirt off and tossed them in the trash. I couldn't see how bad they were so I just threw some holy water over and gripped the edge of the sink gritting my teeth as it sizzled.

I quickly wrapped it up and threw a shirt on before walking to Deans bed. I sat in a chair next to his bed and dozed servral time when I heard a small noise. My head snapped up and I saw Deans eyes flutter open.

"Dean?" I said in a low voice.

"Heya Sammy." He said in a scratchy voice.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

There it was the famous Winchester lie 'I'm fine.' I got really sick of hearing it when it comes to Dean. because I know him and when he's lying. "No you not. I mean for christ sake Dean, I almost got you killed!" I yelled at him.

"Its not your fault."

"Like Hell its not."

"Sammy." Dean said in a tired voice.

"Go back to sleep...and its Sam, jerk."

"Bitch." Dean said faintly before falling back asleep.

I smiled slightly and eased back in the chair so I was more leaning on my side than my back. Sometimes later I woke to a hand on my shoulder and instantly tensed. I looked up and found John looking down at me.

"You need to go to school." He said in a steely voice.

"Don't you think I should stay? I mean you hit your head pretty hard last ni-"

"No Sam. Go to school."

I frowned and slowly got up grabbing my bag and heading towards the door. 

"Shoulda known you were gonna screw up and get us hurt." John muttered a little to loudly before I shut the door all the way.

I paused where I was and sucked in my breath. 'Did he just say that? Of course though he doesn't care if I heard it or not. He only cares about Dean.' I thought before slamming the door closed and walking to school.

I sat at my usual seat in the back and set my head against the cold desk until the teacher came it. I listened to her for half the class but I couldn't ignore the burning itching its way up my back. 'Could go back to the motel....but dad would be pissed.' I thought trying not to think about him calling me weak and pathetic and why can't I be more like Dean.

I sucked it up and tried to focus on the rest of the lesson.