Title: Come Together
Description: Sam is injured by other hunters
maxandkiz - November 30, 2009 04:02 AM (GMT)
Hey! Me again! :)
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to Kripke and the CW. I own nothing.
Title taken from the Beatles song of the same name.
Summary: When Sam is injured by other hunters, how will Dean respond? Will he fall back into his big brother role or will he stay away? Set after episode 5.3 Free to Be You and Me so spoilers up to that point. Though I did change the end of the episode just a little.
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to Kripke and the CW. I own nothing.
Salvage yard owner Bobby Singer slowly wheeled into his bedroom and over to his bed. Placing his worn ball cap and cell phone on the nightstand he locked the brakes on his wheelchair and hauled himself onto the bed. After putting his useless legs on the mattress, he quickly threw the battered blue quilt over them. He couldn’t stand to look at them. They were just another reminder of how worthless he was now. The world was going to Hell in a hand basket and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. He was a hunter; he should be out there fighting with Rufus and Ellen and all the others. But he was stuck here in this infernal contraption instead. He couldn’t hunt, couldn’t fight, just had to sit by and watch as his friends dropped one by one. Maybe he should get his gun and…Bobby was startled out of his thoughts by the ringing of his cell phone. Snatching the phone off the nightstand he checked the caller i.d. frowning at the youngest Winchester’s name. He should’ve known. Flipping the phone open Bobby growled, “Sam, you better have a damn good reason for calling me at this hour!”
“Ummm, Mr. Bobby?” a hesitant female voice asked.
Immediately on alert the junkyard owner sat straight up in bed tossing the blankets off as he did. “Who the Hell are you and how’d you get Sam’s phone?” he barked.
“My name is Lindsey. I’m a friend of Keith’s, I mean Sam” the young woman replied. “I so glad you answered. I was starting to think nobody would. I mean, I’ve been going through his contact list trying to find his family. I tried his dad first but he didn’t answer so I started at the top of his contact list. Whoever Dean is he didn’t answer and you were next and I know it’s late but I decided to try you anyway cause I really need to get a hold of his family. The doctors say that they need…”
“Wait, doctors?” Bobby anxiously broke in. “What doctors? What’s wrong with Sam?”
“These three guys came in the bar a couple of days ago looking for K-Sam. They said they were hunting buddies of his. He talked to them for a while and then they left. But one of them came back later with some other friends. He was yelling all this crazy stuff about his friends getting killed and how it was all Sam’s fault; said they were going to make him pay for what happened. Sam tried to fight them off and he was winning but then this guy grabbed me from behind and held a knife to my throat and he told Sam that he’d kill me if he fought and he tried to talk them into letting me go but they wouldn’t and he stopped fighting them and they just kept hitting him and hitting him and I couldn’t stop them.” Lindsey cried. “Some headlights coming through one of the windows must have scared them cause they ran out the back door. There was so much blood. I thought he was, was dead.”
“Lindsey?” Bobby softly called when the young woman didn’t continue. “Is he d-dead?”
“No, no Keith, I mean Sam’s not dead. The doctors said the paramedics got him to the hospital in time. But he was hurt really bad and they said they need his family here. I wanted to sit with him but they won’t let me because I’m not family. They won’t even tell me how he is.” Lindsey explained. “I did get them to hand over his phone so I could call you. You’ll come, won’t you? Please, Sam needs you.”
“You still in Oklahoma?” Bobby asked as he pushed his legs off the bed.
“Yeah” Lindsey replied. “They airlifted him to the Oklahoma City Medical Center because our small hospital couldn’t handle a case as bad as his.”
“Give the doctors my number and tell them I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Bobby assured the young woman before hanging up. Setting the phone on the nightstand he hauled himself back into his wheelchair. He then snatched the phone back up and hit speed dial four. “Ellen, its Bobby. I’m gonna need a ride.”
Two days later
Ellen quietly walked into the ICU room carrying two steaming cups. She handed one to Bobby before reclaiming her seat. Staring down at Sam she sighed. In the two days they’d been here very little had changed. Sam had only woken a couple of times and only for a few seconds. His doctor had been through several times and each time he said the same thing; that with a head injury as severe as Sam’s there was a very strong possibility that he would have some brain damage. That they wouldn’t know how bad until he woke up and they were able to assess him but that they needed to be prepared for it. The idea that the Sam she knew was gone was unimaginable. There was just no way Sam could wake up and not be the gentle giant she had come to know and love. Sam would wake up and be just fine; she was sure of it. Those doctors didn’t know anything, didn’t know him. A little knock to the head wasn’t going to put him out of commission. Sam was a Winchester for pete’s sake. And speaking of Winchesters; “Bobby, did you get a hold of Dean yet?” Ellen asked.
“Yeah, he finally called me back.” Bobby muttered. “Said he’d be here sometime this afternoon.”
“Thank God” Ellen mumbled. Leaning over the railing she gently brushed Sam’s bangs off his forehead. “Here that sweetie? Your brother’s coming.”
“Don’t you dare tell me to stop Bobby!” Ellen growled. “Sam’s gonna to come out of this! You hear me?”
“I hope you’re right.” Bobby mumbled.
Dean stormed into Sam’s ICU room dropping into a chair when he saw the state his little brother was in. Taking in all the tubes and wires connected to the younger man and the equipment surrounding the bed he reached out a shaky hand and gently took his brother’s hand in his. “God Sammy” he whispered.
“Hey Dean” Bobby croaked.
“What happened Bobby?” Dean asked not taking his eyes off Sam.
“Some hunters found out about him setting Lucifer free; decided to try and take him out.” Bobby explained.
Voices penetrated the fog Sam was trapped in. ‘G’d Sa’my’ “Dean, Dean’s here” Sam thought. His brother’s voice was just what Sam needed to hear. He fought his way through the fog desperate to see his brother. As he got closer and closer to consciousness the voices around him became cleaner.
“Dean, the doctors say that the head injury has more than likely caused some type of brain damage.” Bobby told the younger man. “But they won’t know for sure till he wakes up.”
“Might be better off if he did.” Dean muttered starting as he was whacked on the back of the head with Bobby’s cap.
“Don’t you dare say that boy!” Bobby growled.
“It’s true, Bobby. If Sammy woke up and didn’t remember all the crap that’s gone down the past couple of years, it’d be the best thing for him. He wouldn’t have all the pain and guilt he’s been dragging around and he wouldn’t have to worry about the demon blood or Lucifer or anything. He could be happy again, like he was before he found out what’s really out there.” Dean argued. “He wouldn’t be that person I came back to. He could just be Sammy again.”
“Do you seriously think everything would be alright then, Dean? Do you? You think the hunters are going to leave him alone just because he was brain damaged? And what about the angels, huh? And Lucifer? Think he’s just gonna leave Sam alone?” Bobby gruffly asked. “If your brother is brain damaged, he’ll be a sitting duck. He won’t be able to defend himself when Lucifer or anybody else comes calling.”
“He won’t have to, Bobby. I’d take care of him.” Dean fired back. “I’d look out for him just like I did when we were little. I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him.”
“That supposed to make it alright, Dean?” Bobby questioned. “Cause it doesn’t.”
“You two shut up and Dean sit back down!” Ellen ordered. “I won’t have you talking about stuff like that around Sam. He’s going to wake up and be just fine. You’ll see.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right Ellen.” Dean agreed scrubbing a hand across his face.
“I am right.” Ellen confidently stated voice softening as she took in the fear and worry in the young man’s eyes. “Dean, you look exhausted. Why don’t you and Bobby head out to the motel; get yourself a room and get some sleep? I’ll watch Sam for a while.”
“No, I’m fine.” Dean protested. “Sides, I won’t be here that long. Once he wakes up with all his marbles, I’m going hit the road.”
“Dean” Bobby warned.
“No Bobby, we’ve already been over this.” Dean hissed. “Sam and I can’t be together. End of story.”
“Dean doesn’t want me.” Sam thought as he lay listening. “He wants the little Sammy that followed him around like a puppy dog; the one that didn’t know about hunting. I don’t wanna lose him again. I can’t.” Hearing his brother get up Sam quickly made a decision. Blinking open his eyes he slowly turned his head to the side.
“Sam?” Ellen said. “Sweetie, can you hear me?”
“Sammy?” Dean whispered grasping his little brother’s hand once more.
“Dean?” Sam rasped.
“Bout time you woke up, kiddo.” Bobby said with a grin. “You gave all of us one Hell of a scare.”
Sam smiled at Bobby and Ellen before glancing around in the room in confusion. Looking back at his big brother he asked, “Dean, where’s daddy?”
Okay, what do you think?
lcaron3 - December 1, 2009 05:09 AM (GMT)
Great start! Just love it. Can't wait to see where you take this.
Please update soon.
FireDancr2 - December 3, 2009 05:26 AM (GMT)
Tricky, tricky, tricky.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, huh Sam?
You're off to another great start. Can't wait to see more.
supernaturalfreak8 - December 4, 2009 02:09 AM (GMT)
Poor Sammy :( I wonder what's gonna happen next...Dean better get his act together and be there for his brother...he is family no matter what he's done. I really like this story so far :).
maxandkiz - December 11, 2009 05:04 AM (GMT)
lcaron3- Thank you! Finally got the next chapter ready for you.
FireDancr2- Thanks! He's desperate alright. He clearly hasn't thought this through. Dean will hit the roof if he finds out Sam's faking.
supernaturalfreak8- Thank you! You've got that right. Just hope Dean realizes that before he figures out Sam is faking.
“Daddy?” Dean gruffly repeated gazing at his brother in shock. “What the Hell, Sammy?”
“Dean” Bobby warned. He shook his head giving the younger man a stern look before turning to Sam. Softening his expression he smiled at the injured boy and softly asked, “Sam son do you know where you are?”
“Uh huh” Sam rasped with a slight nod of his head. Closing his eyes he wished the marching band in his head would take a break. It was hard to concentrate with all the pounding and he needed to think if he was going to pull this off. He groaned as the pain suddenly intensified. Hearing Bobby’s faint voice telling him to open his eyes Sam tried to comply. He struggled to lift the heavy lids but they refused to budge. Another wave of pain flowed over him carrying him into unconsciousness once more.
“Sam? Sammy?” Dean called shaking his little brother’s shoulder gently. “Come on man! Open those eyes for me!”
“Leave him alone, Dean. Sam’s out again.” Bobby said. “That’s how it’s been the last two days. At least this time he was awake for a little longer and he seemed more aware.”
“And this is the first time Sam spoke to us. That’s a good sign.” Ellen pointed out.
“A good sign?!” Dean hollered rounding on his friend. “He asked for “daddy”! How the Hell is that good?!”
“Dean, tone it down before you get all of us kicked outta here!” Bobby barked glaring at the boy until he sat back down. “That’s better. Now calm you’re a$$ down. Sam’s fighting to come back from a serious head injury. It’s no wonder the kid’s confused about things. He’ll be alright. You’ll see.”
“Bobby’s right. Don’t go looking for trouble.” Ellen advised patting Dean’s shoulder. “Sam’s going to be just fine.”
“I hope so” Dean mumbled as he reached over and took hold of his brother’s hand.
The next time Sam awoke he winced as the headache from Hell made itself known. Feeling a hand carding through his hair he frowned. He didn’t remember inviting anyone to his motel room. In fact the last thing he remembered was…was…Sam drew a blank. Confused and more than a little freaked he searched his fuzzy brain for some memory. He could tell he was in a hospital from the sterile smell and the beeping of various machines but why was he here? And who was with him? Images of a bar and three men flashed through his mind. “Okay, must have been in a fight.” Sam concluded. But that still didn’t answer the most pressing question; who was playing with his hair? Hearing a voice he focused in on what was being said.
“Don’t you worry about that brother of yours, Sam” Ellen whispered as she brushed the bangs off the young man’s forehead. “He’ll come around. I know he told you that you two can’t be together anymore but he doesn’t really mean it. Dean’s just angry right now. He’ll cool off and you boys will be back fighting side by side in no time. I’m sure of it. He’s been sitting with you most of the day. Took me and Bobby both to strong arm him into going down to the cafeteria to get something to eat.”
Sam tuned Ellen out as the memory of the last time he woke up bubbled to the surface. Dean was planning on leaving as soon as Sam woke up. He didn’t want him anymore. He wanted the little brother that followed him around like a puppy dog. Hurt flooded him as Dean’s words ran through his mind. His big brother had actually wished he was brain damaged. God, had he changed so much, done so many bad things that even the person who loved him unconditionally couldn’t stand to be around him? He couldn’t lose Dean, not again. Between the trickster and Hell Sam had spent more than enough time without Dean. He couldn’t do it again. He just couldn’t. Right then and there Sam decided he was going to do everything in his power to keep his brother from leaving. “If innocent little Sammy is what Dean wants” Sam thought, “then that’s what he’s gonna get.” Decision made the younger brother lay still keeping his eyes closed as he waited for his big brother to enter the room. He didn’t have to wait long.
“How’s Sammy?” Dean asked as he hurried into the room and retook his seat. “Did he wake up at all?”
“No” Ellen replied shaking her head. “I think he might be getting close though. He was frowning a minute ago.”
“Now or never” Sam thought. He shifted on the bed before turning his head and slowly opening his eyes. Blinking to clear his blurry vision he glanced around the room eyes coming to rest on his brother. “Dean?” he croaked.
“Hey Sam” Dean greeted as he pushed the call button. “How’re you feeling?”
“My head hurts.” Sam whined looking over at the door. “Where’s daddy? I want daddy.”
“Your dad’s not here right now, Sam.” Bobby answered. Wheeling over to the bed he tried his best to ignore the boy’s wide eyed stare.
“Uncle Bobby, why are you in that chair? Are you hurt, too?” Sam gasped.
“You don’t remember?” Bobby prodded.
“Nuh uh” Sam rasped rubbing his throat.
“Here you go, sweetie” Ellen said holding a cup of water out for the young man.
Staring fearfully at his friend Sam shook his head and looked back at the salvage yard owner. “Uncle Bobby, who’s that lady?” he questioned pointing in Ellen’s direction. “Is she your girlfriend?” He glanced over at his brother as Dean snorted.
“Sammy” Bobby called. He waited until he had the boy’s attention before continuing. “That’s Ellen. She’s a friend of your daddy’s and mine.”
“Oh” Sam simply replied. Looking back at his big brother he put on his best puppy dog expression. “Dean, is daddy gonna come get us? I don’t like it here.” He sniffed. “I wanna go home.”
Dean exchanged a worried look with Bobby before gazing down at his injured sibling and smiling. “I know, Sammy.” He said as he held down the call button. “I do to but we’ve gotta get you better first. Okay, kiddo?”
“You’ll stay with me?” Sam quietly asked.
“Course I will” Dean replied. “I’ll be here the whole time.”
“Sir” a nurse huffed as she stomped into the room. “You can take your hand off the…” Nurse Hilda stopped in her tracks as she saw her patient staring at her. “Well hello there Sam. You finally woke up, huh.” She greeted. “I’ll just go page Dr. Walters.”
Sam watched the huge African American woman hurry out of the room. “Dean” he whispered once the door had shut, “I don’t like her. She’s scary.”
“Yeah, she is, isn’t…OW! Quit it, Bobby!” Dean hollered glaring at the older man as he replaced his cap.
“Dean” Bobby softly called motioning at Sam who was holding his head in his hands.
“Oh, crap! Sorry Sammy” Dean whispered. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed he gently removed Sam’s hands and started slowly carding a hand through his little brother’s hair. “Shhh, it’s okay buddy. I’m here” he murmured. He continued the comforting motion whispering reassurances to Sam until Dr. Walters walked into the room. Patting his brother’s back Dean stood and reclaimed his chair beside the bed.
“Hi Sam, it’s good to see you awake.” Dr. Walters greeted as he reached for his patient’s wrist. Frowning as the young man flinched away from him the gray haired physician pushed his glasses back on his nose and smiled down at the frightened boy. “How are you feeling, Sam?”
Sam glanced at Dean before answering. “My head hurts” he whispered.
“I bet it does.” The elderly doctor agreed as he took a seat on the side of the bed. “I’ll have Nurse Hilda get you something to make your head feel better, okay?” Getting a slight nod he pressed the call button and turned to the family. “Would you folks mind stepping outside for just a bit so I can examine Sam?”
“NO Dean! Don’t leave me!” Sam hollered reaching for his brother.
Dean rushed to the other side of the bed and sat down beside his brother. “Hey, hey Sammy, look at me, kiddo” he instructed taking his sibling’s flailing hands in his. “You’re okay Sammy. The doc’s not gonna hurt you. He’s just gonna look you over and give you some medicine for your head.”
“You stay” Sam pleaded. “Please?”
“Sorry buddy. I can’t stay.” Dean told his little brother. “But I’m not going far. I’ll be right outside the door the whole time. I’ll even stand in front of that window so you can see me, okay?” Seeing Sam about to object he added, “How about you hold onto this for me while I’m outside?” Slipping out of his leather jacket he laid it over Sam smiling as his brother clutched the jacket to his chest. Standing he cupped his little brother’s cheek. “Be good for the doctor, Sammy.” He instructed before following Bobby and Ellen out the door.
Bec - December 11, 2009 01:16 PM (GMT)
Aww, poor Sam. This is going to be a hard act to keep up. Great update.
supernaturalfreak8 - December 11, 2009 05:46 PM (GMT)
wow he is willing to do anything to keep Dean from leaving huh. Even though he's just fine when it comes to his memory, he's acting like he's not...very clever :). Great update!
FireDancr2 - December 12, 2009 03:26 AM (GMT)
Uh oh, Sam's digging himself a huge hole. Hope it doesn't cave in on him. Man, Dean's gonna be so angry if he ever finds out. One more reason not to trust Sam.
But poor Sam, thinking he has no other options and wanting so much to stay with his brother. :(
Can't wait to see where you go with this. Nice job.
Bec - December 29, 2009 04:14 PM (GMT)
Sure hope you can update soon. I really liked this one. :) :hide
maxandkiz - December 31, 2009 02:20 AM (GMT)
Hey guys! :wave
Sorry not an update yet. Just wanted to let you know that I'm working on this one now. Tonight's the first time I've had some time to myself since my company arrived(unexpectedly) Sunday. I'm hoping to have another chapter ready for you sometime late tonight or tomorrow. Thanks for being so patient! :)
maxandkiz - December 31, 2009 09:26 PM (GMT)
Bec- Thank you! You got that right. Makes you wonder just how long Sam can keep going before he makes a mistake.
supernaturalfreak8- Thanks! Yes, he will. Just hope he can keep it up. Cause I have a feeling Dean will hit the roof if he figures out Sam's faking.
FireDancr2- Thank you! Yep, that hole just keeps getting bigger with each passing minute. And unfortunately sooner or later the whole thing's going to come right down on his head. Poor guy.
Bobby backed his chair against the wall across from Sam’s room and stared at the closed door. He’d hoped with all his heart that Sam waking up and asking for his dad that first time had just been confusion from his head injury; that he’d wake up again and be back to normal. But it seemed that wasn’t meant to be and it was tearing him up inside to see the young man reduced to a scared, little boy. The surrogate father had really thought they’d dodged a bullet; that the kid was going to be alright. After all the first few times the littlest Winchester woke, he seemed to recognize him and Ellen. Hell, the kid even smiled at Ellen once. It wasn’t till his brother got there that…wait a minute. It couldn’t be. Surely they wouldn’t do something like that. Would they? Narrowing his eyes Bobby turned his gaze on Dean. If this mess was his doing, wheelchair bound or not he was going to kick the boy’s ass. Glaring over at the man in question Bobby loudly cleared his throat. “Well, it looks like you got your wish, Dean” Bobby gruffly said.
“What do you mean, Bobby?” Dean asked staring at his long time friend.
“I mean, that the head injury evidently scrambled Sam’s brain. He didn’t remember Ellen or me being in a wheelchair.” Bobby pointed out. “And he keeps asking for your daddy. Sam hasn’t called John daddy since he was seven.”
“I know” Dean quietly agreed.
“Bobby, are you sure this is because of the attack?” Ellen asked walking over to the old hunter. “Could Dean’s so called angel friends have done this?”
“Why would they do that, Ellen?” Dean broke in. “Why would they do that now? Why not before Sammy set Lucifer free?”
“They couldn’t do it before. They needed him to break the last seal and he couldn’t do that if he was Sammy.” Bobby stated. “Maybe they did it now ‘cause they think it’ll make it easier to get you to say yes. Or maybe one of them heard that little wish of yours and decided to help you out.”
“I didn’t want this, okay Bobby?! Yeah, I thought about it and it sounded like a good idea for all of five seconds. But that’s it! I’d never wish for Sammy to be like…” Dean broke off as Dr. Walters and Hilda walked out of Sam’s room. “How’s Sammy, doc?” he asked.
“Why don’t we go talk in my office?” Dr. Walters suggested.
“No, I promised Sam I’d stay right here where he could see me and I’m not about to go back on my word.” Dean replied.
“Dean, I gave Sam a mild pain reliever for his headache. He’s already fallen back to sleep and he’ll most likely sleep through the night. He won’t even know you’re gone.” The doctor told the young man.
“Doesn’t matter, I’m not leaving him.” Dean adamantly stated as he glanced through the room window to check on his sleeping sibling.
“Alright, then let’s at least go back into the room. I really don’t want to discuss his case in the hallway.” Dr. Walters agreed.
Dean nodded his agreement and then turned and walked into his brother’s room. Retaking his seat by the bed he checked on his injured sibling before reaching through the bed railing and grasping Sam’s hand. Turning his attention to the physician Dean said, “Okay, let’s have it.”
“Well first let me say that I wasn’t able to do as complete an exam as I would have liked. Sam appeared to be frightened of me and Nurse Hilda and flinched away whenever we got too close. It took several minutes for me to gain his trust enough to let me check him over. And even then he wasn’t completely comfortable with us.” The doctor explained. That said I actually have some good news for you. Physically Sam is doing very well. His injuries are all healing nicely. The knife wounds on his chest and arms are showing no signs of infection. I should be able to take those stitches out in another week. The swelling around his right knee has gone down considerably. He’ll still need to wear the brace for a few weeks and he might need some therapy for his knee and his left hand once it’s out of the cast. His ribs are still tender and probably will be for a while to come but all in all Sam’s making good progress. He is still in quite a bit of pain but that’s to be expected.”
“But” Bobby prodded.
“But as I warned you earlier in the week, there seems to be some brain damage left from the head injury.” The doctor paused for a moment to let that much sink in. “I did a few cursory tests with Sam after I examined him starting with motor control. He could move his arms, legs, hands, and feet when directed. I’m afraid he panicked a little when he couldn’t bend his right knee. I tried telling him that he had wrenched his knee but Sam just looked at me like he didn’t understand and kept crying for his daddy and Dean. Seeing his confusion I adjusted my explanation and my approach. I softened my voice and spoke as I would to a young child. I simply told him that I had put a brace on his knee because it was hurt and that was why he couldn’t move it and he calmed down.”
“What else?” Bobby prodded when the doctor didn’t continue.
Sam’s having trouble with eye-hand coordination and motor skills.” Dr. Walters informed them. “For example, I put his cup on the tray table and wheeled it over to him. I asked him to hand me the cup so I could pour him some water. It took him several tries to grasp the cup and when I filled it and handed it back, he spilled more than he drank which upset him. Nurse Hilda and I both assured him that it was okay; that he wasn’t in trouble. But nothing we said seemed to help. By that point he was starting to tire again and all that crying was making his headache worse. So I decided to cut my examination short. I had Nurse Hilda change the wet sheet while I injected the pain reliever into his IV port.”
“So, you don’t really know for sure that he’s brain damaged?” Dean asked.
“Not with one hundred percent certainty” the doctor conceded. “Which I won’t have until Sam is able to complete the testing. However, from what I’ve observed I’m almost positive that he is suffering from some level of brain damage.”
“What about his memory? Why does he remember some things and not others?” Ellen questioned.
“That’s another troubling aspect of this case.” Dr. Walters replied. “And one that I don’t have an answer for at the moment.”
“So, what you’re telling us is you pretty much don’t know any more than you did before he woke up.” Dean wearily stated.
“Dean” Bobby warned.
“Its okay, Mr. Singer. Your nephew is correct. I’m afraid I haven’t been able to give you any answers yet. But rest assured I will get those answers for you.” Dr. Walters promised. “Tomorrow morning after breakfast I’ll take Sam for some tests. I should have your answers then.”
“Thanks doc” Bobby said as he shook the man’s hand. “I appreciate everything you’re doing for Sam.”
“It’s my pleasure” the doctor replied with a smile. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a few more patients to see before I leave for the night. If Sam needs anything, just hit the call button. Nurse Hilda will be here all night.”
“I’ll walk you out.” Ellen said as she stood. “I’m going out for coffee anyway. I think we could all use some right about now.”
Bobby waited for Ellen and the doctor to go out and then wheeled over to Dean’s side. “Dean, are you sure this isn’t the angels work?” he asked.
“Positive” Dean replied without taking his eyes off his brother. “With those sigils carved into our ribs they can’t even find us. This is just plain old crappy Winchester luck.”
“What are you gonna do if it’s permanent?” Bobby questioned.
“I don’t know, Bobby” Dean whispered. “I just don’t know.”
The next morning
Sam slowly awoke the next morning to silence. Opening his eyes he was pleased to find that while he was still in pain it wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been the day before. He rubbed his eyes to clear his vision and glanced around the room smiling at the sight of his drooling brother slumped in the chair beside him. “Man, I wish I had a camera!” he thought when he saw Bobby asleep in his chair with Ellen snuggled against his side. “Rufus and Joshua would have a field day with that picture!” Hearing his door bang open he looked over to see a young nurse carrying a tray into the room.
“Good morning” the nurse cheerfully greeted as she set the tray on the table and wheeled it over to Sam’s bed. “Dr. Walters ordered a liquid breakfast for you this morning and he said he wants you to try to eat at least half. Okay, handsome?”
“Don’t worry darling” Dean piped up grinning at the young woman. “I’ll make sure he does just that.”
“Oh, okay” the nurse agreed keeping her attention on Sam. “Bye handsome. See you in a little while.”
Dean turned and watched the nurse saunter out the door. Letting out a whistle he looked back at his brother. “I think she has the hots for you, man. She didn’t even look my way.” He said pumping his eyebrows.
Remembering his part Sam cocked his head to one side. “She can’t be hot. It’s cold in here, Dean.” He pointed out.
“You cold, Sam?” Ellen asked from her spot on the couch. Seeing his nod she got up and headed for the door. “I’ll go get you another blanket. Be back in just a minute.”
“Thanks Ellen” Dean called. Turning back to his little brother Dean scooted his chair closer to the bed. Lifting the lid off the breakfast tray he forced a smile. “Looks, ummm, good, Sammy.”
Sam glanced down at the watery meal on his tray and grimaced. Bobby’s dogs wouldn’t even touch that slop. In face it looked more like something the dogs had barfed up. Holding his flip flopping stomach Sam made a disgusted face. “Yuck” he said.
“Come on Sammy, you gotta eat. I bet the nurses will let you have a popsicle if you eat everything on your plate.” Dean coaxed.
Recognizing one of Dean’s favorite and most successful ploys to get him to eat when they were younger Sam mentally groaned. While he didn’t want to touch the crap with a ten foot pole, he knew his child self would have happily gobbled it up for the cold treat. Resigning himself to a fate worse than death Sam slowly reached for his spoon frowning when he missed the tray entirely. A couple more failed tries later he turned to Dean. “Dean?” he whispered allowing tears to roll down his cheeks. “My hand don’t work right.”
“Hey, it’s okay Sammy” Dean soothed as he took a seat on the bed beside his brother. “You’re gonna be alright.”
“Not buts Sammy. You’re going to get better. It’s just gonna take a little time, okay?” Dean assured him. Getting a hesitant nod the older brother smiled. “Good. Now let’s get you fed.” Picking up the spoon he scooped up a little of what looked like mush and held it out to Sam. “Down the hatch, kiddo.”
Sam closed his eyes and opened his mouth swallowing the foul tasting mess as fast as he could. His stomach grumbled and gurgled threatening to revolt with each new spoonful. Sam tried his best to keep his breakfast down but halfway through the meal his stomach erupted and everything came rushing back up. Leaning over the bed he threw up everything he’d just eaten and then some. When the retching was finally over, he collapsed back onto the bed and wrapped both arms around his aching ribs.
Dean waited a few moments to make sure Sam was through and then handed the kidney shaped bowl he was holding to Bobby to empty. Retaking his seat on the bed he reached over and filled a glass with water. “Here you got, Sammy. Small sips” he instructed as he held the plastic cup to his sibling’s lips. He let Sam take a few sips and then set the cup back on the night stand. Pushing the call button Dean started carding a hand through Sammy’s messy mop of hair in comfort while they waited for the nurse.
“Something wrong?” the young nurse from earlier asked as she walked into the room.
“Yeah, Sammy threw up his breakfast.” Dean replied. “And I’m not sure he’s through yet. His stomach’s still making noises.”
“I’m sorry handsome” the nurse said as she walked over to the end of the bed and picked up the chart. Quickly reading through the doctor’s notes she set the chart back in the holder and gave the brothers a smile. “Be right back” she told them as she hurried out the door.
“What’s wrong?” Ellen asked as she came into the room carrying a couple of blankets.
“Sammy got sick” Dean simply stated. He stood, took one of the blankets from Ellen, and tossed it over his sibling. Pulling the cover up to Sam’s chin he gently tucked it around his little brother being careful of all the wires and tubes.
“Okay Sam this should settle your stomach and make you feel better.” The young blonde called as she hurried into the room and over to the bed. Uncapping the syringe she quickly pushed the medicine into the port in his hand. “There you go. It’ll probably knock you out for a while, but it should take care of your tummy troubles.”
Dean watched as Sam slowly relaxed and drifted off to sleep. “Thanks, uhh, Melina” he said reading her name tag for the first time.
“No problem. Let me know if you need anything else.” She replied as she walked back to the door. She waved at the young man before leaving.
Dean rolled his eyes at the flirting and turned his attention back to Sammy. It looked like they were in for another long day.
Bec - January 1, 2010 12:39 AM (GMT)
FireDancr2 - January 2, 2010 06:23 AM (GMT)
I'll second that....
Great job. But what's wrong with Sam's eye-hand coordination? I get the feeling that's not part of the act. Or is he just that good?
maxandkiz - January 24, 2010 03:49 AM (GMT)
Bec- Thank you!
FireDancr2- Thanks! You're right! Sam's not faking the eye hand coordination problems. those are real.
Sorry about the long delay on this one. still having trouble with that shoulder. I'm having to type little bits at a time and its taking forever.
Sam awoke with a groan. His head pounded, his ribs ached, and his throat felt like someone had taken a sander to it while he slept. In all he felt like crap. Opening his eyes he looked over at the empty visitor’s chair and frowned. Where was Dean? His big brother’s behind had practically been glued to that chair from what little he recalled. And while he may not be clear on much the past few days he was certain of one thing: Dean had been in that very chair every time he opened his eyes. So where was he? Had Dean decided that hurt or not he didn’t want to be near Sam and left? Or had he figured out that Sam was faking and taken off? What would he do if Dean had left him for…
“Sam, Sam son take it easy.” Bobby’s gruff voice broke in. “Dean hasn’t gone anywhere. He’s just in the bathroom.”
Hearing a toilet flush followed by the sound of running water Sam slowly began to calm down. Assured that his big brother was just in the adjoining room the young man rested his head back on his pillow, closed his eyes, and focused on regulating his breathing. Dean was still here; his big brother hadn’t left him.
Dean splashed some water on his face before turning off the faucet and drying his hands. As hard as the last twenty four hours had been, he had to admit that he was kind of enjoying being back in the role of big brother. Not that he was happy his kid brother was lying injured in a hospital bed mind you. It just felt good to be needed again. He’d always loved taking care of his little brother no matter what he’d told Sam in the past. And that was one of the things he had missed the most since he’d come back from Hell. Not that that was all Sam’s fault; Dean knew he had been in no shape to resume the role of big brother and protector when he’d first come back. He’d actually been glad that Sam had assumed that role; it had been nice to be looked after for a while. “Yeah, and just look how well that turned out.” his mind supplied. Dean promptly squashed that thought before it could go any further. The past was just that; past. It was time he concentrated on the future and that started with taking back his role of big brother in the Winchester household. That had been his job from the moment their dad had put his baby brother in his arms the night of the fire and it was time he reclaimed it. He knew his little brother was now a grown man but to him Sam would always be that little boy with the inquisitive eyes and impish grin. Smiling at the memory of a small Sammy Dean tossed the towel he was holding back over the rack and walked out the bathroom door. Seeing Bobby hovering over a nearly hyperventilating Sam he hurried over to the bed. “Bobby, what’s going on? What’s wrong with Sammy?” he asked as he took a seat on the bed beside his brother.
“Everything’s alright, Dean” Bobby quickly assured the younger man. “Sam here just got a little upset when he woke up and didn’t see you.”
“A little upset? Try freaked” Dean thought as he gazed down at his trembling sibling. He began running a hand up and down Sam’s arm in comfort. “Hey Sammy” he greeted as his brother’s eyes opened and locked with his. “How are you feeling, buddy? Your stomach still bothering you?”
“De” Sam rasped. Wincing he reached up to grab his sore throat only to yelp as he slapped himself in the eye instead.
“Whoa there kiddo!” Dean exclaimed as he captured the wayward limb and laid it back on the bed. “Don’t think you need another head injury right now.”
“Th-throat hurts” Sam ground out.
Taking the cup of water Bobby offered Dean held the straw up to his brother’s lips. “Here you go, Sammy, small sips” he instructed. Not wanting his sibling to get sick again Dean only allowed him to take a couple of swallows before taking the cup away. “What do you say we ask the nurses about that popsicle now, bro? Think you could keep that down or are you still feeling sick?”
Sam’s eyes lit up at the thought of the cold treat soothing his sore throat. “Popsicle” he whispered with a dimpled grin. “Please?”
“You got it Sammy.” Dean agreed. “I’ll just go ask the nur…”
“I’ll get it, Dean.” Bobby offered as he wheeled toward the door. “You stay here with Sam.”
“I can do that Bobby.” Ellen said as she rose from her spot on the couch.
“Sit your ass down!” Bobby barked. “I think I can manage to get a damn popsicle for the kid. I’m not totally useless, you know.” Grabbing the door handle he yanked it open and sped out into the hall leaving the door to slam in his wake.
“Dean” Sam croaked breaking the silence that the salvage owner’s departure had caused, “Is Uncle Bobby mad ‘cause he got hurt?”
“No Sammy” Dean replied. “Bobby’s just tired. You know how cranky he gets when he doesn’t get enough sleep.”
“Oh” Sam rasped glancing over at Ellen who had reclaimed her seat. He could tell she was kicking herself for upsetting Bobby. Knowing she didn’t mean any harm he attempted to lighten the mood. “Ms. Ellen” he called out. He waited until he had her attention before continuing. “You need to lay down with him so he’ll take a nap.” He told her with the most innocent expression he could muster. “That’s what Dean does when I’m really tired.”
“I’ll do that, Sam” Ellen said as she fought the urge to laugh. She lost the fight as the sound of Dean’s laughter rang through the room. She giggled at the image Sam’s suggestion conjured up. Glancing over at the young man on the bed who was looking at her and Dean like they’d grown two heads only made things worse. She turned to look out the window and tried to pull herself together. But it was no use. Every time she started to calm down that image would pop into her head and another round of laughter would start.
Feeling bad about his earlier outburst Bobby wheeled back into the room and opened his mouth to apologize. He froze as he took in the scene before him. He looked from Dean and Ellen who were both laughing so hard they had tears running down their faces to Sam who looked confused. Rolling over to the bed he cleared his throat. “Do I want to know?” he asked Dean.
“No” Dean replied shaking his head. He glanced over at the old hunter and burst out laughing again.
“Ookay” Bobby muttered. Ignoring the two laughing idjits the surrogate father reached into his shirt pocket and pulled a long wrapped package out. Tearing it open he folded the paper back and held it out to Sammy. “Here you go, sport” Bobby said holding the grape popsicle steady for the injured young man.
“Thanks Uncle Bobby” Sam mumbled around the popsicle. He smiled as the cold treat instantly soothed his throat. Seeing a little of the spark come back into the older man’s eyes as he helped Sam made a mental note to make sure Bobby had a hand in his recovery, too. He wanted Bobby to know that wheelchair or not he was still a very important part of their family. After all, the old hunter had been like a father to him and his brother. He’d never turned them away or gave up on them and he’d be damned if they’d give up on him; or let him give up on himself.
Dr. Walters walked into the room a few minutes later to find his patient awake and smiling. “Good morning!” he greeted. “Looks like somebody’s feeling better this morning.”
“Yes sir” Sam shyly answered as he peered up at the doctor.
“Good” the doctor mumbled as he walked over and took the chart out of the holder at the end of the bed. He swiftly scanned it before replacing the clipboard. Going around to the far side of the bed he took a seat on the bed. “The nurse at the desk said you got sick this morning, Sam. Is your stomach still hurting?” he asked. Seeing Sam shake his head the doctor nodded. “Okay, good”
“Doc, when are those tests you mentioned last night?” Dean inquired.
“The orderlies will be here in a minute to get him.” Dr. Walters replied before turning his attention back to his patient. “Sam, I need you to come with me for just a little while. I need to run a few tests to make sure you’re getting better and then a friend of mine has a game she’d like to play with you. Okay?”
“Can Dean go with me?” Sam softly asked as he turned his puppy dog eyes on the doctor. “He likes games.”
“No Sammy, I can’t go this time.” Dean replied palming his little brother’s cheek. Seeing Sam open his mouth to object he quickly added, “Its okay kiddo. The doc’s not going to hurt you. He’s just going to check you out to make sure you’re doing okay. Then he’ll bring you back to the room. And I’ll be right here waiting when you get back.”
“Promise?” Sam asked starting as the door opened and the orderlies walked inside.
“I promise” Dean swore crossing his heart. Standing he smiled down at his baby brother. “Now be a good boy for the doctor, Sammy. Do what he tells you to. Okay?”
“Okay” Sam whispered. He smiled sadly at his big brother as the orderlies transferred him to a gurney. Sam then closed his eyes as they wheeled him through the door and out of sight.
FireDancr2 - January 25, 2010 01:00 AM (GMT)
Ahhh, that was sweet. Dean's remembering what it's like to be a big brother and Sam is getting a chance to watch the others and see where he can help them. I wonder if he can continue to fool the tests though. Hmmm interesting to see if Sam or medical science will persevere. My money is on Sam.
lcaron3 - February 4, 2010 02:25 PM (GMT)
THis story is great so far. Can't wait to see how long Sam can keep this going until someone figures it our.
Please post more.
maxandkiz - February 7, 2010 10:37 PM (GMT)
FireDancr2- Thank you! Mine, too. If anybody can fool those tests, its Sam.
lcaron3- Thanks! Yeah, it should be interesting to see if he can keep it going. He can't fool them forever. One of the others is bound to catch on to his little trick.
And huge THANK YOU to everyone still reading this one. Thanks for sticking with me. :)
Shoving the last bite of hamburger into his mouth Bobby crumpled the empty wrapper and tossed it back into the colorful take out bag. He picked up his napkin and wiped the crumbs out of his beard before glancing across the table at the oldest Winchester brother. Taking in the barely touched burger and fries he sighed. Knowing that the gentle approach never worked with the boy he put on his best ‘John Winchester’ glare and loudly cleared his throat. Once he had the younger man’s attention he barked out, “Eat Dean!”
“Not asking ya, boy” Bobby interrupted as he wheeled around the table. “You are going to eat everything in front of you and then you’re gonna shower and hit the sack for awhile. Got it?”
“I’ll eat and grab a quick shower” Dean conceded, “but then I’m going back to the hospital. I don’t want Sammy coming back to an empty room.”
“Dean, you heard the doctor. Sam will be out of the room for most of the afternoon.” Ellen reminded. “You’ve got more than enough time for a cat nap.”
“But what if they finish and bring him back early?” Dean asked as he reluctantly picked up his cheeseburger and took a bite.
“The nurses have all our cell numbers and the hotel’s. If Sam gets back early, they’ll let us know.” She pointed out.
“Dean, that’s enough. I may be in a wheelchair but I can still kick your ass if I need to.” Bobby warned hiding a grin at the boy’s shocked expression. “Now are you going to do as you’re told or do I need to straighten you out first?”
“Fine” Dean huffed adding ‘grumpy’ under his breath. He stuffed the rest of his burger into his mouth chasing it down with a gulp of soda. Snatching up the wrapper he threw it into the trash can across the room and stomped over to his duffle angrily muttering about grumpy old men who thought they knew everything. He pulled out a change of clothes smiling as the sight of the room’s double beds gave him an idea. Grinning mischievously Dean turned back to his friends. “Hey Ellen, Bobby’s awful grumpy. I think Sammy was right about the nap thing.” He said chuckling as the bar owner’s face turned bright red. “You and Bobby go ahead and get to it. Don’t mind me. I’ll just take a nice long shower.”
“Dean” Ellen warned.
“Don’t worry Ellen. I promise not to look when I come back in.” Dean threw in crossing his heart. Ducking the pillow that was thrown his way the young hunter hurried into the bathroom and shut the door. Chuckling at Bobby’s bellowed ‘He said what?!’ he locked the door and walked over to the tub. He set his clean clothes on the closed toilet seat and reached through the curtain turning on the shower. Dean quickly stripped and stepped into the tub grateful that Bobby had gotten a room at a decent hotel. Standing under the powerful spray he let the water sooth his stiff muscles. “Stupid chairs oughtta be outlawed” he grumbled as the pounding spray hit a particularly sore spot. Relaxing under the massaging pulse of water Dean’s eyes closed and he let out a loud yawn. Not wanting to be found sleeping in the shower by Ellen or Bobby the young man opened his eyes and reached for the soap. He swiftly lathered up the scratchy washcloth he’d grabbed off the rack. Dean did a hurried clean up before washing the soap off and stepping out of the shower. Snatching a towel he dried himself off. Tossing the towel aside the hunter walked a couple of paces and picked up his clothes hastily throwing them on. Stepping out of the bathroom he automatically glanced over at the beds. Seeing Bobby sleeping on the bed closest to the door and Ellen nowhere in sight Dean sighed. “So much for getting that picture” he muttered dropping onto his bed. He lay down and pulled up the blankets as he glanced at the clock on the night stand. Making a mental note of the time the older Winchester decided to rest for an hour or so and then head back to the hospital. Closing his eyes he turned onto his side and was asleep in minutes.
Nurse Hilda quietly watched as the orderlies transferred her patient from the gurney to his bed. She then stepped forward and hooked the wires back up to the various machines. That done the motherly nurse tenderly drew the sheets up around the sleeping man. “Sweet dreams honey” she whispered. She brushed the unruly bangs out of Sam’s eyes before turning and silently walking out of the room. The heavy set woman shuffled down the hall to the nurse’s desk. Rounding the corner of the desk she scooped up the bright yellow sticky note with the list of contact numbers for one Sam Winchester. Hilda glanced from the note to the clock on the wall with a frown. She knew she should dial the brother’s number and let him know the boy was back in his room. After all the older boy had been adamant that she call the moment Sam was brought back. But it had only been about five hours since the young man’s family had left and she knew they were going to get a bite to eat before catching a quick nap. Which meant that they probably hadn’t been asleep for very long at all. They could definitely use a few more hours. The boy’s older sibling may not have been there long but he looked exhausted and the uncle looked even worse. Maybe she should wait a couple more hours to call. It wouldn’t hurt anything to put off the call. Her patient was sleeping and he wasn’t likely to wake up anytime soon; he’d never even know they were gone. And the family could definitely use the rest; this ordeal had to be very stressful for them. Yes, that was it. She’d give them a couple more hours to sleep and then call them. Decision made Nurse Hilda set the sticky note back on the desk by the phone and walked out from behind the nurse’s desk. She had some patients to check on.
The sound of angry voices woke Sam out of a sound sleep. Groaning he turned his head to the side. “Dean” he rasped not opening his eyes. His brother would take care of whoever was making all the noise. He was good at stuff like that. Realizing that he hadn’t gotten an answer to his call, Sam slowly opened his eyes and blinked at the chair, the empty chair, by his bed. Confused the young man gazed around the room thinking he’d find his big brother asleep on the couch or watching television with Bobby or something. Seeing no one else in the room Sam swallowed hard. He glanced over at the bathroom as he struggled to calm his breathing. His heart rate and breathing quickened as he took in the open bathroom door and the dark room beyond. Something was wrong; terribly wrong. Dean would never leave him alone in a hospital. He would have had Bobby or Ellen stay if he went to the cafeteria. “Unless he left for good” his mind supplied. Shaking his head at the idea Sam studied the room again searching for anything that proved Dean hadn’t abandoned him. But there was nothing; no empty coffee cups or candy wrappers. No sign that anyone had been in the room at all. Sam’s head dropped back onto the pillow as the implications of what he was seeing hit him. Dean was gone. His big brother had left and taken Bobby and Ellen with him. Sam was alone.
Closing his eyes he fought to keep the tears at bay. He knew it would happen sooner or later; knew he deserved it. He had known what he had been doing would make his big brother hate him. After all Sam had been using his powers after he had sworn to Dean that he wouldn’t. But Dean had been in Hell and Sam had truly believed that by using and strengthening his abilities he’d be able to get his brother out. As it turned out his brother hadn’t needed his help; he had an angel backing him.
When Dean first came back Sam wanted to quit Ruby and the demon blood. But he was already addicted by then. And Dean was so different; so broken. It scared Sam to see his big brother like that. He vowed that he’d kill Lilith for what she did to his brother. Dean had always beat the crap out of anyone who dared laid a hand on his little brother. He owed it to Dean to take out the demon that had tormented him; make sure the witch could never get her claws in Dean again. He knew Dean would hate him for using his powers but at the time Sam had thought that he didn’t have a choice. Working with Ruby was the only way to get strong enough to take on Lilith. He had even managed to convince himself that he could live with Dean hating him just as long as his brother was safe. But he’d been wrong. He couldn’t live without Dean. Sam needed his brother like he needed air to breath. Dean grounded him; kept him human. And now he was gone.
Choking back a sob Sam turned onto his side unmindful of all the wires and tubes connected to him. He stared at the white wall as memories of happier times flashed through his mind.
Nurse Hilda carefully held the dinner tray in one hand as she opened the door to Sam Winchester’s room. The boy’s brother had said he would be there in about fifteen minutes when she’d talked with him on the phone a few minutes ago. And she wanted to have the young man fed before then. She figured the poor boy had to be embarrassed to have his family having to spoon feed him like a little baby so she decided that she’d help him eat before they arrived.
Hilda walked into the room and set the dinner tray on the small rolling table. She pushed it over to the bed frowning at the sight of her patient lying on his side. The motherly nurse quickly untangled the leads and wires and rearranged the Foley catheter bag to a more comfortable position for the young man. Noticing that her patient’s hand was swollen Hilda swore. Sam had evidently pulled the IV out of place. Hurrying to the cabinet she grabbed the supplies she would need and rushed back to the bed. After turning off the drip, she gently took the man’s hand in hers, peeled back the tape, and carefully pulled out the needle. Hilda held a cotton ball to the spot for a moment to stop the bleeding and then placed a band aid on the tiny mark. Laying the littlest Winchester’s arm out to his side she quickly found a suitable vein in the crook of his elbow. “Sam honey, you’re going to feel a little stick” she warned before sliding the needle in and taping it down. Frowning at the lack of response from her patient Hilda sat down on the bed beside the boy. “You okay, sweetie?” she asked brushing the bangs out of his eyes. “Come on honey, its okay. Tell Nurse Hilda what’s wrong.” When Sam still refused to acknowledge her in any way, she stood and hurried out of the room to get the doctor.
Dean walked into the hospital beside Bobby and Ellen. He hated to admit it but that little nap had been just what he needed. He was refreshed and alert and he couldn’t wait to get back to his little brother. He just hoped the kid hadn’t been too upset about being separated from him for this long. Little Sammy had hated being away from his dad and brother in the best of times but being sick had always made him clingier than usual. Hearing the ding of the elevator Dean waited for Bobby to roll in and then stepped inside. “You think the doc has the test results yet, Bobby?” he asked the older man.
“Don’t know” Bobby replied. “He might have some of them but it’ll probably be tomorrow at least before he has all the results since they just finished up with the kid.”
“Tomorrow” Dean whined as he followed his friends out of the elevator.
“Chill Dean” Bobby instructed as he wheeled down the hallway between Dean and Ellen. “Sammy will be fine. He’s already a lot better than when I first got here. We just need to give it time.”
“Bobby’s right Dean.” Ellen agreed. “Sam will be…”
“Dr. Walters?” Dean called as he raced over to the man pacing outside his brother’s door. “Dr. Walters what’s wrong?”
Dr. Walters stopped pacing and looked up at Dean. Pushing the glasses back up on his nose the physician took a deep breath. “Dean, I’m afraid I have some bad news.”
spikecasey - February 7, 2010 11:19 PM (GMT)
BAD NEWS> Hey get back here.
Great update. Enjoying this story. Don't be a stranger and update soon. :lol: :lol:
Bec - February 7, 2010 11:53 PM (GMT)
:o Oh no you didn't..... get back here Quick!
supernaturalfreak8 - February 9, 2010 12:23 AM (GMT)
:o wha?? bad news??? the bad news could be a whole lot of things...come back with an update soon please :D.
FireDancr2 - February 9, 2010 02:13 AM (GMT)
No, no, no! Bad news? What bad news?
Just great, Nurse Hilda, now you've done it. Sammy's probably gone catatonic because he thinks everyone abandoned him.
See Dean? Sammy really does need you. Now go in and help that boy.
Update again soon please!
maxandkiz - February 21, 2010 12:33 AM (GMT)
spikecasey- Thank you! Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. RL is just not being nice to me right now.
Bec- Thanks! Afraid I did. But don't worry. Sam will be alright...soon.
supernaturalfreak8- Thank you! You're right. It could be anything. Luckily you're about to find out what's wrong.(or at least part of it.)
FireDancr2- Thanks! You're good! That's exactly what's happened! Now to see if Dean can fix it.
Dean grabbed onto the handle of Bobby’s wheelchair to steady himself. This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted to leave the hospital. Bad things always happened when he and Sam were separated. Swallowing back the lump in his throat the older brother shakily asked, “What is it, doc? What’s wrong?”
Dr. Walters nervously clutched the clipboard in his hands as he worked out the best way to deliver the news. Hoping to prevent having an irate older brother on his hands he decided to begin with an apology. “Mr. Winchester, let me start by apologizing on behalf of myself and my staff. I want you to know that the nurse only had your best interests at heart. She wouldn’t have…”
“For crying out loud, would you just spit it out already!” Bobby shouted slamming his hand down on his knee.
“Yes, yes of course” the doctor hastily replied taking an unconscious step back from the angered hunter. “Okay, as you know the nurses all had instructions to call you when Sam was brought back to his room.” He waited for the family to nod before continuing. “Well, when Sam was brought back to his room earlier, he was sleeping. The head nurse knew that you hadn’t been gone long and that you were all exhausted and she decided that she’d wait a couple of hours to call you. She didn’t think…”
“Sammy’s been back in his room for TWO HOURS!” Dean growled voice rising with each word.
“Yes, Mr. Winchester” Dr. Walters agreed. “As I said Sam was sleeping and she didn’t think he’d wake up. She thought you could get a little more sleep and he wouldn’t be any the wiser.”
“But” Bobby prodded motioning for the doctor to get on with it.
“But Sam woke up sometime in the last hour. When Nurse Hilda took him his dinner, he was totally unresponsive to her. And he’s been that way ever since.” The physician explained sidestepping as Dean barreled past him and into his younger brother’s room. Turning to his patient’s aunt and uncle he softly said, “The nurse was just trying to look out for you folks. She treats all her patients and their families like they’re her own. She’d never intentionally harm anyone. Please tell Dean that. I’m having a cot brought into Sam’s room and advising the staff that you are allowed to stay 24/7 until Sam is ready to be released. I’m so sorry about all of this. Hilda really thought she was doing the right thing for all of you.”
“Tell that to Sam, doctor” Ellen gruffly told the man as she followed Bobby into Sam’s room. Closing the door behind her she silently walked over to the couch and took a seat. Tears filled her eyes as she watched Dean sit on the bed, gently pull his little brother up to rest against his chest, and slowly begin to rock.
“Hey Sammy, what’s this I hear about you not talking, huh?” Dean whispered as he carded a hand through his sibling’s hair. “I thought I taught you better than that bro. Didn’t I teach you to be nice to the ladies, kiddo? Remember, you were four, I think, and you ended up in the hospital with pneumonia. You were so sick that time and the meds and treatments they were giving you were making you feel even worse. After a day or so, you cried every time you saw a nurse come in. Remember, what I told you, Sammy?”
Sam sat curled into a ball in a corner of the cold, dark room. Forehead on knees that were pulled up to his chest he rocked back and forth repeating the same two words over and over. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he chanted pausing as a familiar voice penetrated the fog engulfing the room. ‘Sammy…taught you…kiddo’ “Dean” he hopefully whispered. He perked up at the thought of his big brother only to deflate again a moment later as a little voice reminded him that Dean had left him; that he didn’t want to be his big brother anymore. Throwing his hands over his ears Sam huddled farther into his corner willing the voice to stop taunting him.
But the voice didn’t stop. It droned on recounting memory after memory of their childhood. Happy, sad, or even scary; it didn’t seem to make a difference. The soothing voice related them all becoming louder and more clear with each new story. And as the voice spoke pictures began appearing on the walls. Starting on either side of the closed door the framed snapshots of their youth soon filled the two walls. They then started decorating the two side walls.
Sam sat enthralled by the voice and the memories. He slowly stopped his rocking and removed his hands wanting, needing to hear his brother’s calm voice. He let the memories wash over him filling his soul with an unconditional love that he hadn’t felt in a very long time. For the first time in months Sam felt the strong bond connecting him and Dean. The bond he had thought was gone for good only grew stronger as memories of happier times continued to flow over and through him. Sam wanted to stay here in the warmth of his big brother’s love forever.
He gazed contentedly at the pictures on the walls frowning as their appearances seemed to be slowing down. It was then that he noticed the voice had changed; it was getting lower and the once calm voice was now cracking with emotion. Panicking at the thought of losing his last connection to his brother Sam uncurled and quickly stood. He couldn’t lose the voice, not now. He took an unsteady step towards the door willing the voice to rise once more. Hearing it weaken instead the youngest Winchester practically flew across the room. He reached a trembling hand to the door handle before stopping unsure of what to do. He stared apprehensively at the door shaking his head in disbelief as his brother’s quiet voice suddenly stopped. Sam waited for a few seconds hoping that the voice would begin again only to be crushed as silence reigned. Unwilling to lose his last connection to Dean the littlest Winchester jumped into action. Grabbing the handle he threw the door opened and walked into the light.
Bec - February 21, 2010 12:43 AM (GMT)
I don't mean to be picky but..... it was TOO SHORT. :) :hide
janka410 - February 21, 2010 09:06 AM (GMT)
It's perfect. I love this story :wub: Please update soon.....please. I can't wait :rolleyes:
spikecasey - February 21, 2010 12:18 PM (GMT)
Nice chapter. I liked the way you decribed Sam in his own little world in his mind. Can't wait for more. I assume Sam opening the door is his coming back to reality and Dean, but will he be the present Sam, or still pretending to be little Sammy. Hope real life is a little easier on you and you come back soon. :)
aislinn - February 22, 2010 03:15 PM (GMT)
I have to agree with everyone else, it was agonizingly short, but wonderfully brilliant. That poor nurse better hope Sam snaps out of this soon, or Dean will be a reminder to her that you follow the families, no matter how well intentioned you may be.
Ghadeer - February 25, 2010 11:44 AM (GMT)
That was brilliant!!!! I enjoyed reading it!!!!! I wish that you can do more of these!!!
thanks maxandkiz :) Keep up the good work!!!!
supernaturalfreak8 - February 26, 2010 05:40 AM (GMT)
You could definitely read the connection coming back between the brothers...one that hadn't been there for a while. You could tell by the defensiveness Dean still has for Sam. I mean no matter what Sam done, he is still his brother. :) awesome update!
maxandkiz - March 8, 2010 04:37 AM (GMT)
Bec- Thank you! Yeah, it was. But it seemed like the perfect place to end it. Think this chapter makes up for the shortest of the last one.
janka410- Thanks! Glad you're enjoying this one. Sorry you had to wait so long for a new chapter.
spikecasey- Thank you! I think that has to be one of the strangest chapters I've ever written. Glad to know it worked.
aislinn- Thanks! Dean just might teach the nurse that lesson anyway. he's none too happy with the results of her handiwork.
Ghadeer- Thank you! I'm working on it. Right now writing is a struggle for me. Hopefully it'll smooth out again and I can speed back up. I hate making you guys wait this long for an update.
supernaturalfreak8- Thanks! You're right about that! No matter what, they're still brothers. It's a shame it took something like this to get them back together.
"De'n" Sam moaned as his eyelids began to flutter. His head rolled around on the pillow until he was facing the hard backed chair usually occupied by his big brother. His eyes blinked sluggishly open and skittered around the room searching for said brother. "De'n?"
"Dean, get your ass back in here! Sam's waking up!" Bobby hollered as wheeled himself as close to the bed as he could. Taking the younger Winchester's hand in his own the surrogate father lightly squeezed the appendage. "Sammy, it's alright son. Dean's here. He's coming." He assured the ailing boy. Jumping as the bathroom door slammed against the wall the salvage yard owner patted Sam's hand before turning loose and wheeling backwards a little.
"Sammy?" Dean called hurrying to his brother's side. He dropped onto the bed smiling as wide hazel eyes stared up at him. "Thank God" he mumbled as he carefully pulled his younger sibling into a hug. "I was starting to think I'd lost you."
Sam gazed up at his big brother in amazement. "You came back" he rasped. "I, I thought you left me."
"I know, buddy. I know you did." Dean softly said tightening his hold on Sam. "I'm sorry I scared you, Sammy. I didn't mean to." Seeing his brother's confused expression Dean quickly began to explain. "See, the doctor told us that your tests were gonna take most of the day. So we decided to go back to the hotel to grab a bite to eat, shower, and change while we waited for the doctors to finish with you. I left all our numbers with the nurses at the desk and they were supposed to call me the second you got back to your room. But they didn't call. I'm sorry I wasn't here when you woke up, Sammy." Grasping his brother's forearms Dean gently leaned the younger man back a little so they were face to face. "I don't want you to worry about me leaving you anymore. I will never leave you, kiddo. I'm gonna stay right here with you from now on. Okay, Sammy?"
Sam gave his brother a hesitant nod. He wanted to believe Dean; he really did. But after everything that had happened in the past two years, faith and hope were two things he didn't have much of. Wanting to be sure the younger man stammered, "But, but what if I, I make you really mad like that time I was playing with your toy car and broke it. You yelled at me and stomped out of the room and you didn't come back for a long, long time. What if I do something really, really bad like that? Will you l-l-leave me then?"
Dean carefully leaned Sam back against the now elevated head of the bed as he shot a grateful smile Bobby's way. He should have known reassuring Sam wouldn't be that easy. It rarely was with his younger brother. Cupping his little brother's face Dean looked him straight in the eye. "There is nothing you could ever do that would make me leave you." he softly assured, "You're my brother and I love you. That won't ever change. No matter what you do or how angry you make me."
"P-pro-mise?" Sam shakily whispered as a stray tear rolled down his cheek.
"I promise" Dean said gently wiping the tear away. Wrapping his arms around his little brother he drew him into a hug once more. He tenderly kissed the top of Sammy's head as he began to slowly rock his trembling sibling. Closing his eyes Dean smiled as the trembling slowly started to taper off. He couldn't believe something as simple as a hug still calmed his giant of a brother. He would definitely be adding them to his arsenal of remedies for soothing an upset or ill Sam. Dean just wished the rest of his sibling's problems were so easily solved. Contrary to what he had initially said the older brother would never wish this on Sam. The kid didn't deserve it; not even after all he'd done. Besides he…a loud rumbling noise pulled Dean out of his thoughts. Glancing down he chuckled as Sammy's stomach growled once more. "You hungry, kiddo?" he asked.
Reluctant to leave the safety and security of his brother's embrace Sam nodded his head as he snuggled closer to Dean.
"Dean, it's after midnight. I doubt the cafeteria is even open." Bobby pointed out.
"I'll go ask the nurses on duty." Ellen offered as she stood and made her way to the door. "And if food service is closed for the night, they can just point me in the direction of the kitchen. I'll have something for you to eat in no time, Sammy." Ellen walked out of the room sidestepping the orderlies who were bringing in a cot, a recliner, and some blankets.
Hearing the commotion Sam peered out from his cocoon eyes widening at the sight of the orderlies pushing the rolling gurney into the room. "Dean?" he worriedly whispered.
Feeling his brother tense Dean gazed down at Sam. Quickly figuring out the problem the older Winchester rushed to assure his younger sibling. "It's okay, Sammy. They're not here to get you. They're just bringing in a bed for me like the doctor told them to." He softly explained. Eyeing the new furniture Dean snorted. Looked like the doctor and his staff had gone a little overboard trying to make up for their mistake. But as nice as the gesture was it was nowhere near enough to make up for the hell they had been put through the last few hours. He didn't think there was anything they could do to smooth over that. He just hoped that nurse had enough sense not to come into Sam's room to try and make things right cause Dean wasn't sure he'd be able to control himself. And the last thing Sammy needed right now was to have his big brother banned from the hospital for assaulting hospital personnel.
Bobby glanced at his boys for a moment before wheeling over to the gurney. Grabbing the bedding he swiftly readied the bed for Dean and then went to the recliner now sitting in the corner by the couch. Locking the brakes on his wheelchair he drug himself out of the blasted thing sighing as he sunk into the extremely comfortable chair. Hearing a muffled laugh the old hunter turned to see both boys grinning at him. "Laugh it up, boys" he huffed. "You two yahoos wouldn't make it an hour in that infernal contraption."
"Sorry Bobby" Dean apologized eyes alight with merriment. "We just aren't used to you being so, so…"
"Old" Sammy supplied earning himself a scowl. Burying his face in his brother's shirt he mumbled out "sorry".
"No harm done" Bobby replied giving the boy a smile as he mentally kicked himself for scaring the kid. He needed to remember that this Sam wasn't used to his gruff nature. Making himself a promise to be more careful with the boy Bobby pulled off his cap and settled back into the recliner to try and get some sleep. It looked like he was gonna need it. "Dean, why don't you give Sammy that present you brought?" he suggested before closing his eyes.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot." Dean said slapping his forehead. Reaching into his jacket pocket the young man pulled out a well worn stuffed animal. "Look who I found in your duffle."
Sam gazed lovingly at the small stuffed donkey and then looked up at his brother's smiling face. "You, you got Eeyore for me." He whispered the awe clear in his voice. Raising a hand he attempted to reach for the toy frowning as his arm swung around hitting Dean in the shoulder. After several more failed attempts to get the stuffed animal, Sammy dropped his head in defeat. "I can't get it, Dean." He miserably stated.
Dean shared a worried glance with Bobby before turning his attention to his brother. "It's okay Sammy." He soothed as he placed the toy in Sam's hand. "The doc's gonna get you all fixed up. You'll see."
"But, but what if he can't?" Sam quietly voiced keeping his gaze on the stuffed animal in his hand.
"He will, Sammy" Dean assured his sibling. Hearing the door open he glanced up to see Ellen walk in with a serving tray. He hastily cleared off the rolling cart beside Sam's bed licking his lips as a wonderful aroma filled the room. Peering down at the soup broth, water, and popsicle he grinned. "Thanks, Ellen" he said as he wheeled the tray table in front of his little brother. Hoping that the broth would stay down this time Dean picked up the spoon and dipped it into the soup. "Open up Sammy" he instructed.
Sam eyed the chicken broth warily unsure if eating was a good idea. The last thing he wanted was to throw up again. But seeing the expectant expressions on his family's faces, he knew he didn't have a choice. He closed his eyes and hesitantly opened his mouth accepting the spoonful of soup. His eyes snapped open in surprise. "This is good!" he complimented happily opening his mouth for more.
"That's cause I made it." Ellen proudly stated. "The nurses were only too happy to let me in the kitchen, a couple of them even stayed to watch. I think they just wanted my recipe."
"Probably thought you'd make enough for them." Dean countered as he continued to feed his brother. "Can't say as I blame them. That cafeteria food isn't fit for dogs."
Sam finished off the soup and popsicle in record time. Laying back against the bed he sleepily watched as his brother lowered the head of the bed so that he was lying flat once more. Yawning the littlest Winchester fought to keep his eyes open; afraid to take his eyes off Dean even for a moment.
"Go to sleep, Sammy." Dean softly admonished.
Shaking his head Sam stubbornly refused to close his eyes. "N't ti'ed" he yawned.
"Ummhmm, sure you aren't." Dean chuckled ruffling his little brother's hair. "Close your eyes, Sammy. I'll be right here when you wake up."
"Will you l-lay with me?" Sam hesitantly asked. He knew he was being a big baby but he was terrified that he was going to find himself trapped in that room without Dean if he fell asleep.
"Of course I will kiddo" Dean quietly said around the lump in his throat. Kicking off his shoes he carefully climbed on the bed and lay down beside his brother. He gently wrapped an arm around Sam heart swelling as the younger man snuggled into his side and dropped his head onto his shoulder. Dean slowly started carding a hand through the boy's mop of chestnut hair. "Go to sleep, buddy." He softly whispered. "Big brother's got you. You're safe."
Ellen walked into the room moments later to find the Winchester brothers sound asleep with Sam tucked firmly into his brother's side. Tiptoeing over to her purse she dug out her cell phone and quickly snapped a picture. She gazed down at the peaceful moment caught on film before saving the photo. She'd need it for the hard days ahead.
The next morning Sam awoke to someone shaking his shoulder. "Go 'way" he croaked.
"Rise and shine, Sammy." Dean's chipper voice called. "The nurse is coming with your breakfast. Come on kiddo, open those eyes."
Groaning Sam slowly opened his eyes a little. Seeing his brother's way too perky grin he cocked his head wondering what was going on. Then it clicked. The nurse at breakfast yesterday had been one hot little number. That definitely explained his extremely happy brother. Two of his favorite things were going to be walking in that door any minute. Sam just hoped that today's breakfast wasn't the same as the crap they served yesterday. While his stomach felt better, he didn't think it could handle that slop. Hearing the room door open the youngest Winchester turned to look in that direction. His mouth dropped open and his eyes bulged out as an older African American woman bustled into the room. "No way! It couldn't be!" he thought as he watched the woman set his food on the tray table and wheel it over.
Dean stared at the nurse in shock for a moment before finally finding his voice. "Excuse me nurse, ahh, Georgia" Dean stammered glancing down at the lady's name tag. "You wouldn't happen to have a sister living in Kansas, would you?"
"No I don't honey." Nurse Georgia replied in a soft southern voice. "But I do have a younger sister named Kansas. She lives in Missouri. Wait, that's not right. My sister's name is Missouri and she lives in Kansas."
"Missouri Mosley?" Dean asked already knowing the answer.
"Why, yes! That's Missy!" the surprised nurse answered. "You know Missy?"
"Yes ma'am. Missouri's been a good friend of my family for a while now." Dean explained. "You sure you're not twins? You look just like her."
"That's what everyone always said growing up." The nurse told them flashing a brilliant smile. "Most people had a hard time telling us apart."
"I can see why." Dean chuckled as he took the top off Sam's breakfast plate. He took a whiff of the broth before offering a spoonful to his brother.
"You want me to do that?" Nurse Georgia asked.
"No thanks. I've got it." Dean assured the woman.
"Well, I guess I'll leave you to it then." The nurse said. "I'll just come back in a little while to get Sam's tray and give him a sponge bath."
"Okay" Dean agreed shoveling another spoonful into Sam's mouth.
Sam almost choked on the broth at the nurse's words. She looked so much like Missouri that her giving him a sponge bath would be the same as Missouri bathing him and that was, was, he couldn't think of a word horrible enough to describe it. In fact he couldn't think of anything worse than that. There was no way he could let that happen. Turning on his best puppy dog expression Sam peered innocently up at his big brother. "Dean, I don't want her giving me a bath." He whined.
Dean glanced at his sibling smirking at the blush spreading over the younger boy's face. He'd forgotten how shy little Sammy had been. Shaking his head the oldest Winchester spooned another helping of broth into Sam's mouth before speaking. "Sammy, she's your nurse. It's part of her job to give you a sponge bath." He told the younger man. "You'll be fine."
"No Dean" Sam pleaded shivering as the image of Missouri with a sponge flashed through his mind. "I don't want her to give me a bath! Please! Please don't make me!"
Seeing his brother shiver Dean frowned. The kid had already been traumatized enough by the nurses in this hospital and he certainly didn't want to add to it. But Sammy needed to have a bath. Glancing around the room Dean quickly thought of a compromise. "Okay Sammy, if you don't want the nurse to give you a bath, that's fine. I bet Aunt Ellen wouldn't mind giving you that bath instead." Dean offered.
Okay, so he was wrong. There was something worse. Staring at his big brother like he'd grown two heads Sam hollered, "She can't do that!"
"Why not, Sammy?" Dean curiously asked.
Channeling his inner five year old Sam fired back, "Deean, she's a girl!" the silent 'duh' ringing through the room.
Raking a hand through his hair in frustration Dean glared at a snickering Bobby before turning to face his sibling. "Sammy, you have to have a bath." He sternly stated. "Now who's it gonna be; the nurse or Ellen?"
Embarrassed by the whole situation Sam dropped his gaze to his lap. He shoved the independent part of himself to the back of his mind knowing he was in no shape to perform the simple task himself. Willing back the tears that thought brought the young hunter sniffed before swallowing his pride and whispering, "You do it, Dean. Please?"
"Me?" Dean gasped. "Sammy I haven't given you a bath in years. You don't want me to…" his protest died on his lips as tear filled eyes met his. Sam was wearing the expression Dean had seen all through their childhood. It was same look Sammy wore when he was hurt or sick; the one that begged for Dean to fix it. That was an expression he'd never been able to say no to. Sighing Dean nodded. "Okay Sammy, I'll give you your bath." He agreed.
FireDancr2 - March 8, 2010 05:10 AM (GMT)
Ahhh, Dean and Sammy together again forever. That was an awesome chapter! Sam's still traumatized and big brother is the only one who can fix things. I love it.
Bec - March 8, 2010 03:26 PM (GMT)
:clap That was SOOO cute!
Raven524 - March 8, 2010 04:25 PM (GMT)
Awwww...so cute! But I wonder how long Sammy will be able to keep the pretense up? :lol:
aislinn - March 8, 2010 05:33 PM (GMT)
I would think Dean giving him the bath would be worse than Ellen or Nurse Georgia, but, guess I'm wrong. Sammy's gonna have to snap out of this sometime I hope he kind find a way to do so without his game being discovered. Not to sure how Dean would handle this "betrayal". Excellent update dear, more please? :(
supernaturalfreak8 - March 8, 2010 06:53 PM (GMT)
LOL I busted out laughing when Sam asked Dean to give him a bath...that was too cute. great update!
spikecasey - March 9, 2010 04:02 AM (GMT)
You are too funny. I wonder how much longer Sammy can keep this up. How mad will Dean be when he realizes he has been playing him. Then again, by that time, maybe the relation shop will be so close by then, Dean will really understand. Hmmm......can't wait to find out. Don't be a stranger now.
Akinom - March 18, 2010 09:39 AM (GMT)
What a thrilling story so far! :cheer
I'm wondering, what the test results are (especially the ones for Sam's hand-eye-coordination), and how long Sam's act will continue (I confess, I'm hooked on your story!)
Hopefully you update soon!
Ghadeer - March 25, 2010 10:16 PM (GMT)
So great so far!!!! :) Please update soon!!!! I wanna know what's going to happen!!!!!!!!!
Can't wait!!!! :cheer
maxandkiz - April 11, 2010 02:30 AM (GMT)
FireDancr2- Thank you! Yep, Sam and Dean forever! Now if they can just fix things between themselves, everything will be perfect.
Bec- Thanks! Hope you like this one.
Raven524- Thank you! No way he can keep it up long. sooner or later he's going to slip up.
aislinn- Thanks! I agree. Dean finding out would certainly be horrible for everyone.
supernaturalfreak8- Thank you! Can't you just picture Dean's face. Priceless!
spikecasey- Thanks! I like the way you think. Hopefully you're right and by the time Sam's ruse is discovered the boys are close enough that it won't be a big deal.
Akinom- Thank you! You're about to find out the test results. (finally) Hope they don't disappoint.
Ghadeer- Thanks! I've finally got an update ready for you. Not much action though. Hopefully that'll come next.
AN- Thank you for being so patient with me. Writing has been a real struggle lately. Not sure why. But I'm hoping the worst is over and I can going again.
“I’m full” Sam announced lying back against the bed. He closed his eyes trying to will away the headache that had been forming since he’d woken.
Dean glanced down at the almost full bowl of broth with a sigh. He knew the broth probably didn't taste all that great but Sam needed to eat if he was going to get better. Scooping up another spoonful he held it out to his brother. “Come on, Sammy just a couple more spoonfuls.” Dean urged, “For me.”
Keeping his eyes shut the youngest Winchester shook his head grimacing as the motion increased the throbbing in his skull.
"Sammy? What is it? What's the matter, kiddo?" Dean worriedly asked. He swiftly rolled the tray table out of the way and took a seat beside his little brother.
"Head hurts" Sam rasped curling into his big brother's side.
"Ready for your bath sweetie?" Nurse Georgia called as she shuffled into the room carrying a small yellow basin. Seeing the pained expression on her patient's face she frowned. "What's wrong?" she asked as she bustled over to the far side of the bed.
"He's got a headache." Dean explained as he gently ran his hand up and down Sam's arm.
The nurse checked the monitors before moving to the end of the bed. Picking up Sam's chart she quickly scanned the instructions and then headed for the door. "I'll be right back."
"It's okay Sammy. The nurse is getting you some medicine. Just hang in there buddy." Dean soothed brushing his brother's bangs out of his eyes. Shifting his hand to Sam’s back the oldest Winchester began rubbing circles knowing how much the motion comforted the younger man. “Shhh, Sammy, its okay. I got ya.” Hearing the door open Dean glanced over to see Nurse Georgia walk in carrying a syringe.
“Here we go, honey. This’ll fix you right up.” The nurse said as she shot the medication directly into the catheter in Sam’s elbow. Depositing the used syringe in the red biohazard box Georgia walked down to the end of the bed and grabbed the chart. She scribbled a few notes before replacing the chart and turning to check on her patient. Seeing that the youngest Winchester had drifted off to sleep she smiled. Going over to the tray table she quickly switched the breakfast plate with the yellow basin and rolled it back over to the bed. “Why don’t you folks go down to the cafeteria for breakfast while I give Sam here his bath?” she suggested as she laid out the supplies she would need. “I don’t imagine he’d like the idea of you all being here for that.”
“No offense Nurse Georgia but I promised Sammy I’d give him his bath.” Dean told the motherly nurse. Noticing the nurse’s quizzical expression he shrugged his shoulders. “He didn’t want a girl bathing him.”
“Well, then it’s a good thing he’s asleep. He won’t be embarrassed that way.” Nurse Georgia replied as she pulled a clean gown out of the closet.
“Uhh, maybe you didn’t hear me. I’m giving Sammy his bath.” Dean reiterated.
“I heard what you said child. But I also know that you only promised to appease your brother and that you really don’t want to do that.” Georgia softly said. Raising her hand as Dean opened his mouth to object the nurse grinned. “How about a compromise? You take care of washing your brother’s face, hair, and arms while I wash the more, umm, sensitive areas. That way you’re still keeping your promise without having to see your brother in all his glory.”
Dean ran a hand through his hair thinking over the nurse’s offer. It sounded like a great idea but what if Sammy woke up before they finished? The kid had enough to deal with already and he was sure finding out his big brother lied to him would crush Sam. On the other hand if the kid slept through the bath, he’d never know Dean didn’t keep his word. Weighing the pros and cons the oldest Winchester quickly found the pros were the clear cut winners. Not only would Sam get his bath and his peace of mind but Dean would make it through the bathing without having to see certain parts of his little brother’s anatomy. Smiling over at Nurse Georgia Dean nodded. “You’ve got a deal.” He agreed.
“Think that’s our cue to leave.” Bobby muttered nudging Ellen’s arm. “Come on, I’ll buy you some breakfast at that diner across the street.”
“You’re on” Ellen replied. She stood and followed the older hunter to the door. “Be back in a little bit with your breakfast.” she called over her shoulder before walking out the door.
A short while later Ellen and Bobby returned to find Dean conked out on the recliner beside Sam’s bed. They silently made their way into the room. Ellen placed the take out box she was carrying on the tray table and then walked over to the couch by the far wall. Taking a seat on the lumpy sofa Ellen looked over all the monitor readings before focusing on the youngest Winchester. “He looks so young.” She quietly noted.
“Yeah, the boy always has looked like a little kid when he’s sleeping.” Bobby told her. Hearing the creak of the door he glanced over to the doorway fingering the knife hidden by his coat. Seeing Dr. Walters walk in he relaxed dropping his hand into his lap. “Morning doc” he greeted as he reached over and swatted the oldest Winchester’s arm. “Wake up Dean. The doctor’s here.”
“Huh?” Dean mumbled as he startled awake. Noticing the arrival of Sam’s physician the young man sat up straighter in his chair all traces of sleepiness gone. “Hey doc” he greeted. “Do you have Sammy’s test results yet? What do they say? Is Sam going to be okay?”
“Calm down Dean. Give the man a chance to speak.” Ellen gently scolded. She scooted over to one side of the small sofa to give the doctor room to sit. Nervous about the youngest Winchester’s prognosis she reached out and grabbed hold of Bobby’s hand surprising the older hunter.
Dr. Walters took the offered seat. Setting his patient’s folder in his lap he shifted slightly so he could face all three family members. Taking a deep breath he launched into his explanation making sure to direct his attention to the young man’s older brother. “First let me apologize for keeping you folks waiting. I wanted to have all the test results back before I came to talk with you. That said let me say that Sam’s recovery is going quite well. The MRI and CAT scan both showed vast improvements from the previous scans. There are still some areas of concern though. The scans picked up damage to three parts of Sam’s brain; the Cerebellum, the Hippocampus and the Thalamus. As you know the cerebellum…”
“Doc, no offense but do you think you could explain without all the medical mumbo jumbo?” Dean impatiently asked. “I mean, I wanna know everything about my brother’s condition but I don’t have a clue about parts of the brain and stuff like that. You need to talk regular English cause you kinda lost me when you started talking about bells and hippos.”
“Of course, of course, sorry about that. I tend to get a bit carried away some times.” the doctor replied. “Now as I was saying there are three different areas of damage. The cere, I mean two of the damaged parts deal with muscle control and movement. I’m sure you’ve noticed by now the problems Sam’s been having when he tries to grasp something.”
“Yeah, we have” Bobby said. “Sammy’s arm kinda goes anywhere but where he wants them to.”
“Yeah and Sammy gets really upset when it happens.” Dean added. “He doesn’t know what’s wrong and I think that scares him.”
“The damage isn’t permanent, is it? I mean Sam’s not always going to have muscle problems? He will get better, won’t he?” Ellen hesitantly inquired.
“With a lot of therapy and hard work Sam should be able to regain control of his limbs.” Dr. Walters assured them. “It’s not going to be easy or fast but I have every confidence that Sam will learn to control his movements.”
“What about the other part?” Bobby questioned. “You said three areas were damaged. What’s the third one?”
“The other part of the brain that shows damage is the Hippocampus. It’s the part of the brain that deals with memory.” The doctor explained.
“So that’s why Sammy’s acting like a little kid.” Dean concluded.
“I don’t think so. At least not completely.” Dr. Walters stated shaking his head. “There is only an extremely small area of damage; not enough to cause all Sam’s memory problems. We think certain short term memories, such as the bar fight that caused his injuries, were affected. His long term memory, however, should be intact.”
“Well then, why is he acting like an overgrown five year old?” Bobby irritatedly growled.
“We believe Sam is suffering from a form of amnesia.” Dr. Walters explained. “Dr. Edwards, one of the neurologists on staff, performed several cognitive tests on Sam to determine his mental state. Her tests concluded that your brother is functioning at the age of a six or seven year old child. We believe Sam’s mental state is a mixture of the head injury he received and the amnesia.”
“So we just need to find a way to make him remember?” Dean asked running a hand through his hair. “How do we do that?”
“Familiar places and people sometimes help. And talking about different memories or looking through old photo albums probably wouldn’t hurt. You never know what might trigger a memory.” The doctor suggested. “But I’m afraid it’s mostly up to Sam. Some amnesia patients come out of it fairly quickly while others never regain their memories.”
“You mean Sam might stay a six year old for the rest of his life?” Ellen gasped.
“It’s possible.” Dr. Walters honestly stated. “But we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now, you need to concentrate on Sam’s physical well being. He’s going to need all the support he can get the next few months.”
“Don’t think you have to worry about that doc. Between Dean and Ellen Sam’s bound to be mother henned to death.” Bobby joked.
“Like you’re any better.” Dean huffed glaring at the older man. Turning back to the doctor he said, “One more question, doc. How long will Sam have to stay here?”
“Well, he’ll need to stay here at least another two weeks. Then he’ll be transferred to a rehabilitation center until…”
“No” Dean adamantly stated. “Sammy is coming home with us. He’s not going to any center.”
“Dean, I don’t think you understand the situation. Even after Sam’s well enough to leave the hospital with his mobility issues he’ll be confined to a wheel chair.” Dr. Walters clarified. “He won’t be able to do even the simplest of tasks by himself. He’ll…”
“Now wait just a damn minute!” Bobby gruffly barked. “Are you saying people in wheelchairs are helpless?!”
“No, no sir. People in wheelchairs are more than capable of leading full lives.” the doctor quickly agreed. Mentally kicking himself for the blunder he ran a hand across his face before clarifying his position. “But Sam’s case is different. His muscle control problems are going to make even the easiest of tasks almost impossible. He’ll have to be dressed and fed and bathed just like a newborn.”
“Not a problem, doc.” Dean assured the physician. “Been there, done that.”
“That may be, but there’s one very important difference this time; your newborn is a six ft. four bundle of frustration and anger.” Dr. Walters reminded. “If you thought the little temper tantrums he threw when he was two were bad, just wait.”
“Listen doc, I hear what you’re saying but I’m not changing my mind about this. Sammy is coming home when he’s released from here.” Dean firmly said.
Shaking his head at the stubborn young man in front of him Dr. Walters sighed. “Alright” he conceded. “But if you change your mind, just let one of the nurses know and I’ll get you some brochures of the rehab facilities near your home.” Standing the doctor shook the eldest Winchester’s hand. “Do you have any other questions before I go?” he asked.
“Can I have some chicken nuggets?” a weak voice whispered from behind them.
“Sorry Sammy” the doctor replied smiling down at his patient. “No chicken nuggets today. But if you’re a good boy and eat all your lunch and supper, I’ll see to it that the nurses bring you some ice cream.”
“With chocolate syrup?” Sam excitedly asked giving the older man his best puppy dog expression.
“Sure, why not?” Dr. Walters said patting his patient’s blanket covered leg. “I’ve gotta go now Sammy but I’ll be back to check on you later, okay?”
“Okay” Sam replied giving the man a dimpled grin. He watched the physician leave the room and then turned to his big brother. “Dean” he called.
“Yeah, kiddo” Dean answered taking a seat on the bed beside his sibling. “What is it?”
Bec - April 11, 2010 01:05 PM (GMT)
:clap I don't know Sammy, you are getting in deeper and deeper. Dean's not going to be happy with you.
Great job, thanks so much for the update!
Ghadeer - April 11, 2010 09:26 PM (GMT)
Oh Finally a new update!!!!!!!!!!!!! :cheer
Thanks hun!!! :)
Waiting for more!!! :)