Desert Song Chapter Nineteen

        Sam was allowed to leave the hospital in four days, but Dean had to remain.  The doctors were working to kill a nasty infection in his leg.  Due to this, his lung was healing slowly. 

        Mrs. Tran and Garth took turns staying with him.  Garth always brought Sam up for a visit.  Dean was irritable, feeling the hunt wasn’t finished.  He was constantly asking if there was news of any other killings. The answer was always ‘No.’

 

        After twelve days, the hunter was released.   The doctor recommended rest and Sam made his brother promise to stay put for a couple of days.  Dean wanted to go home and heal in his own room.  The younger Winchester knew this and was working to make sure it happened.

        Garth and Mrs. Tran headed out the morning the two were planning to leave.  By this time, the woman had learned to forgive Dean and like him again. 

        Sam was checking the best route to get home when someone knocked at the door.  Dean limped over and answered it.

        A Native American stood there.  The hunter froze for a second.

        “You must have the wrong room,” Dean said as he began to close the door.

        “I am looking for the hunters who ended a reign of terror.  Both of you have the feel of men who have been at war recently,” the man responded.

        Sam grabbed his crutches and moved towards the door.  The man turned to him.  He gazed at the taller man, taking in his size and weight.

        Turning back to Dean, he commented, “You are stronger than you look, Dean Winchester.  You had those cuts in your leg and they were infected.  Still, you carried him on a litter.  You went further after almost drowning and the damage to your lung should have killed you.  The old Shaman went after you more than this one.  Why?”

        Sam saw his brother turn red and watched him try to shake off the question and ignore it.

        “Dean?”

        “All right, I irritated his ass to keep him away from you.  Besides, he pissed me off."

        Their visitor laughed, “I like you, Dean Winchester.  The Shaman is dead.  He used too many innocent spirit guides and their walkers.  He deserved what they did to him.  I want you to know he is gone for good and the evil with him.  Thank you.”  The Native American turned and walked away.

        Sam shut the door and stared at his brother.

        “Sooner or later, you’re gonna get yourself killed, Dean.”

        “Yeah, I know, but not this time.  Can we go home now?"

        “Yeah, let’s go.”

        Dean drove out of the motel parking lot and headed towards Lebanon, Kansas.