Dean sat in the waiting room with John and Bobby. Sam had been taken back for examination after a hunt involving an old logging town and a ghost who liked wielding a chainsaw.
The job had been found when demolition workers coming to tear down the town started being attacked. The victims all had chainsaw cuts to their bodies and small puncture circular wounds. The four men had decided it looked like the ghost was that of a log cutter who had died of a cut from his own saw and died alone waiting on his crew to notice his absence. The man, who only the initials C. B. had been discovered, had been cremated when his body was too far damaged for a viewing.
While John and Bobby looked about the loggers' homes, the boys nosed about in the supplies cabin. The hunt took a turn for the worst when the boys found a chainsaw in a crate with other tools carried by log cutters, insurance papers, other paperwork and C. B. 's ghost appeared. All of the victims so far had been alone and so when met with the Winchester boys he went into a frenzy. He immediately threw Sam to the floor as he forced a round chainsaw file towards Dean which pinned him to the wall. Dragging Sam's body across the floor and up the wall parallel to the wall dean was pinned to, C. B.'s chainsaw cut a three inch gash into Sam's bicep leaving torn and mangled muscle. Luckily as the ghost had decided to start using Sam in place of timber, Dean had pulled the file out of the wall and stumbled towards the forgotten crate. Out flipped a trusty zippo lighter from his hand as he quickly poured salt over the crate containing the chainsaw that C.B. had unintentionally killed himself with all those years ago. The flamed licked upwards as smalled ghostly flamed licked about C. B.'s ghost. As the ghost disappeared, Sam slip to the floor. "SAM! Sam, you with me?" Pain filled eyes clenched closed as Sam jerkily nodded yes. " I'm calling Dad and Bobby just hold on or I'll kick your ass" threatened Dean. As Dean informed both men of what had happened and where to meet him , he kept an eye on his baby brother. "Alrighty, kiddo up we go. We've got to get you to a hospital." Dean pulled Same uninjured arm up over his neck and grasped his wrist holding Sam upright and he struggled outside and towards help. After a wild ride to the hospital, the three oldest sat in the waiting room.
A few hours passed and John looked gruffly at Dean as he sat slouched with his sunglasses on inside. 'Only young assholes wear their glasses indoors' John thought. His thought was interrupted as a doctor entered the room calling for Sam Bellamy's family. "I'm his father, what can you tell me about my boy's arm" demanded John. " I'm Dr. Singleton, your son should recover completely and if you would like you can come see him."
As the three followed the doctor into Sam's room they we're greeted with Sam's dulled eyes due to pain medication accompanied by a tired but happy smile as his family entered. His arm was heavily bandaged and he was obviously on the good stuff. As he watched his family come into his room he knew something was wrong with his brother. Dean thought only assholes wore sunglasses indoors. Maybe a concussion? Dean did appear pale and possibly a bit sweaty or clammy but in hospital lighting it was difficult to judge. His thoughts ended when the doctor started reviewing him and the family of hospital rules. Shortly after, his thoughts returned as he noticed Dean saunter over to a chair ease into it and pull the sunglasses off his face. Sam noticed Deans eyes had a glassy look to them. Sam didn't remember what happened to dean other than the brief moment when he was thrown into the wall. Maybe, Dean was just exhausted from carrying me thought Sam.
As Sam contemplated why Deans eyes looked glazed over, Dean felt as if he was drowning. His mind was foggy and it was hard to think about anything except the fact his brother was okay. A sudden strong smell overtook him as he saw his brother laying in the hospital bed pale from blood loss. It didn't help that it was the anniversary of his mothers death. It had scared him to think in that supply room he might lose his brother on the same date as his mother. As the smell became overpowering, Dean tried to walk to the chairs on the opposite side of the room. He was so tired he knew if he could just sit back down and rest he would feel much better. Seconds after he sat down he felt as if he was dozing off then his face felt a crushing blow.
"DEAN! DEAN! DEEAANN! screamed Sam as he watched his brother fold over, fall into the floor hitting his cheek bone and jaw on the bed and laying crumpled on the floor still. Dean felt as if he was under many hundreds of sheets buried unable to discern what was happening. His instincts as a big brother brought him fighting back to consciousness as he heard Sam bellowing his name. As he came to. John and Bobby each had their arms under him as the doctor called for assistance fro the nurses.
"I'm-I'm good... I'm fi-ne... I jus-I just fell asleep..." slurred Dean trying unsuccessfully to shake off his two fathers' hands as they picked him up and started to face him towards nurses pushing a second bed into the room.
"No son, you're not."voiced John as he felt his sons clammy skin.