Well hello fellow readers! I'm Amore Di Scrittura, and this is my new story! Woo-hoo!

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Summary: Who knew that getting your wisdom teeth pulled would create such a mess? Sam fights a sudden illness while Dean tries to hold it all together before everything comes crumbling down. Childhood Story.

Authoress Notes: This first chapter was a personal experience of mine, and I thank god everyday that I don't have to do it ever again. As for the rest of the angsty chapters, well they are born from the muse making fort up in my imagination. I don't have a BETA to assist me with my story, so all of the mistakes are indeed my own... so please forgive them, as they are unintentional... and my attention span is part to blame.

Happy Reading All:


It All Falls Down

Chapter One


"We're gonna be late Sammy, get up!" Dean shouted through the toothbrush he was holding between his cheek and teeth.

Sam groaned softly, but the fourteen-year-old just rolled over to his stomach and pulled the pillow down over his head. "Go 'way."

Dean rolled his eyes and quickly walked back into the small bathroom in the dingy motel they'd rented and spat the foamy remnants of the toothpaste into the sink.

Weeks ago John had made dentist appointments for the boys in some whacked out town they'd be visiting for their usual hunting. How the man knew they'd be there, Dean would never know, but the man was a bit of a loose cannon when it cam to random acts.

The boys had obediently followed daddy's orders. Neither of the boy's had any cavities, but unfortunately for Sam, the dentist had broken the news that all four of his wisdom teeth had to be pulled. The dentist had explained the ordeal saying something like, "Your mouth is too compacted and there isn't enough room for any of those teeth to come down and not cause any damage," blah blah blah.

Sam had looked about ready to cry. Having someone rip your teeth out was a less than welcoming thought.

Dean had flashed the fake insurance card to the receptionist and then called John to break the news. The old man didn't seem very surprised, or interested for that matter.

"I'll set up an appointment in the next town we're hitting, in the mean time, you boys go find something to eat and report back to the motel room alright?"

And here they were a couple of weeks later. It was the morning of Sam's dreaded teeth extraction, and Dean hid his worry for Sam's lack of response. The boy despised the dentist's office with a passion and had begged their father over and over again to just forget about the bothersome teeth. Their father of course didn't budge, claiming that the job needed to be done.

"Sam, get your ass up!" Dean shouted. When he again got no response he climbed on top of his brother's bed and began jumping up and down.

A few minutes of bouncing up and down, Sam finally gave. "I'm up," he whined. He sat up and ignored the cracks Dean made about his 'alf-alfa' hair. The younger boy gently smoothed his hair out and nervously glanced at the clock that was by his bed. "I can't do this," he mumbled.

"Quite being such a girl. Besides, I hear that after this thing is over with, the dentist will put you on some pretty heavy painkillers. You'll be fine Sammy, now quickly brush your teeth and let's get going."

Yeah, Dean's version of comfort wasn't really what his little brother was looking for at the time.

"Where's dad?"

Dean shrugged. "He's out doing research, but he said he'll try to make it."

Sam snorted. His dad wouldn't be there.

"Let's get a move on."


Minutes later the two brothers were sitting in the waiting room.

Sam was bouncing his left leg up and down tensely while Dean had found a magazine with a beautiful girl on the cover and began looking through it.

"Sam, stop doing that," Dean ordered. Sam bouncing his leg was beginning to make him nervous and he'd start bouncing his damn leg if the madness didn't stop.

"I can't," Sam whined.

Dean shut the magazine with a huff and placed his strong hand on Sam's knee, bringing the bouncing to an abrupt halt. "Yes you can. See?"

Sam shook his head. "That's not what I meant, I can't to this," the boy motioned around the room.

"Sure you can," Dean told him confidently. "Look, you won't feel a thing, they're gonna numb you up…"

"Sam Gregson?" a feminine voice asked from the entryway of the waiting room.

"That's me," Sam croaked nervously.

"We're ready for you," the woman explained.

Sam's face seemed to drain of all color, but a soft hand on his shoulder grounded him.

"You're gonna be fine Sammy, I'll be right here if you need me," Dean reassured.

Sam nodded and gave his brother a half-smile. "See you in an hour."

"I'll be here."


The woman led Sam back into a little cubicle and ordered him to take off his jacket. "I'll go give this to your brother so you don't forget it alright?"

Sam had nodded in obedience and sat back in the dentist chair. His eyes trailed around the room, taking in all of the little tools that secretly scared the crap out of him.

"Hello Mr. Gregson," a man in scrubs greeted as he entered the room. The man had to be in his early thirties, an amateur of sorts. "I'm Jason Coleman, and I'll be taking out those wisdom teeth for you today alright?"

Sam didn't trust himself to speak so he just nodded.

"Have you ever had nitrous gas Sam?" The man asked as he sat down in a chair with wheels. He opened a drawer and pulled out two puke green gloves and slipped them over his hands.

Sam shook his head. Nitrous sounded familiar, but he wasn't really sure what it was.

"Well then today is your lucky day son. Nitrous is a gas we'll be using on you today. It will relax you and make our jobs a little easier. Is that okay?"

Sam bobbed his head. He did feel a little uncomfortable with the fact that he wouldn't be in control of his body, but if this stuff was going to keep him from freaking out then it didn't seem like such a bad idea.

The dentist smiled down at him and pushed a button that Sam couldn't see and the chair moved down, putting him further beneath the man who was going to be ripping his teeth out. Then, some kind of a mask was place over his nose and he eyed the ugly beige object with distaste.

"Alrighty, when I turn this baby on I want you to take a few deep breaths and tell me when you feel something," Jason instructed.

Sam sat and waited. He could feel the gas moving up in his nose, tickling it.

Moments passed and Sam felt nothing, he was still panicky and had not yet been put to ease.

"Feel anything yet?"

"Nah-uh," Sam told the dentist with a slight shake of his head.

"Are you an alcoholic?" Jason asked jokingly.

Sam furrowed his eyebrows; he has the occasional illegal beer with his older brother but… "No."

The dentist raised and eyebrow at the confused look on the kids face. "I'm just kidding bud. I'm going to turn up the Nitrous and remember to tell me when you feel it. Breathe deep."

Sam waited patiently, almost becoming annoyed at the lack of peace he was supposed to be feeling. Suddenly numbness spread throughout the lower part of his body and served to scare him. "Uh…"

"You feeling it now?"

Sam nodded and allowed the room to flutter around him. His eyes stopped to rest on the ceiling above him where little pictures decorated the space. There were a few relaxing pictures, such as a forest, a beach, and a grove of flowers. But what really kept his attention was the furry baby seal directly above him.

The boy could barely hear the dentist ask him to open his mouth. He did and felt a stinging sensation in his gums. It hurt and his eyes wandered curiously over to the dentist who held a very large needle in his hand.

"Don't look at my hand Sam, you know what I'm holding so just concentrate on my face," Jason coaxed.

Sam obeyed and looked over to the man; he wondered when Coleman had put the mask on… he must not have been paying attention.

His attention wandered again as the dentist spoke to his female assistant, asking for tools. He heard something to the right of his ear, and his eyes moved to rest on a candy cane shaped tube.

"Can you open your mouth again for me honey?" the nurse cooed, smiling and placing a gloved to the side of his face.

Sam's mouth dropped open and the tube was placed inside and instantly began sucking the saliva from his mouth. He felt like giggling at the sensation and it dawned on him that the nitrous was messing with his head.

"Does it feel good bud? You're still feeling it right?"

Sam nodded, and a couple giggles left him.

"Oh yeah, he's still feeling it… alright Susan let's get these babies out so Sammy-boy here can go home and rest," the dentist spoke and began looking around Sam's mouth.

To Sam, time passed quickly. Every now and then the numbing sensation would renew itself and Sam's thoughts would swim. He couldn't even feel the teeth coming out, his face was blessedly numb, and he was incredibly delighted about it.

"You okay there Sammy-boy?" the dentist asked curiously as he looked down at the boy through his masked face.

Sam nodded and laughed again, realizing that he might have actually nodded off.

"We're done now son," Jason educated him with a pat to his shoulder. "What we're gonna do is run oxygen through the tube up your nose to get the nitrous out of your body alright?"

"Sounds good," Sam slurred.

"Do you want your brother to come sit with you while we run the oxygen bud?"

Sam nodded jerkily as the oxygen was turned on and began filtering out the nitrous gas. He could still feel the nitrous, and part of him didn't want the feeling to go away.

"Hey Sammy," Dean greeted his little brother as he entered the small room. He eyed the mask over his brother's nose and looked to the dentist questioningly. "What's that for?"

The dentist smiled. "We gave your brother nitrous to relax him, and as we speak, oxygen is running through to get rid of the nitrous."

"So you're saying that that stuff knocks people on their asses?"

"Asses?" Sam giggled and gripped the chairs armrest.

The dentist laughed at Sam's outburst. "Obviously," he acknowledged. "And although there's only oxygen going through the line now, the effects will last for the rest of the night, but should be gone by the morning."

Dean nodded in confirmation. "Is he going to be that bad?"

The dentist chuckled again. "Uh, no. He'll be kind of tipsy, but with the painkillers we'll be prescribing he'll probably be sleeping for the bulk of today anyway."

"What can he eat?"

"He will probably choose not to eat anything for the duration of the day. It seems to be hard to eat anything when your mouth is bleeding and swollen," the dentist explained.

"What about when he can eat?"

"Mashed potatoes, jello, pudding… you know soft things that don't require much chewing. Oh and he can't use straws."

"Why?"

The dentist walked over to the counter and pulled open a drawer, drew a clear baggie filled with white gauze and handed it to Dean along with a half-sheet paper. "If he uses a straw, then he'll disturb the blood clots around the sutures we placed in his mouth and then he'll bleed all over again."

"Is the pain going to be bad?" Dean asked. He always hated it when Sam was in pain, it always caused him to cringe, and he'd scrabble to find a way to make it better.

"Not with the painkillers. We'll also be prescribing an antibiotic to prevent infection," the dentist made clear. "He'll need to apply ice packs constantly to prevent swelling. But other than that, he's set to go."

Dean looked down to Sam who was looking up at him with those innocent puppy-dog eyes. He sighed and ruffled his brother's brown mop. "You ready to go bud?"

Sam's head bobbed up and down. "M' tired," he mumbled as the nurse pulled the mask from his nose.

The dentist slapped the prescription paper into Dean's hand and clapped him on the shoulder. "If you have any questions, concerns, or problems, than just give me a call and we'll get it taken care of."

Dean flashed a grin and shook the man's hand. "Thanks."

The dentists chair growled as it was moved back up into its original place and Dean pulled his little brother up and kept him from falling over when he teetered.

"Whoa there bud," the dentist laughed at the disoriented teen and then turned to the older brother. "You need some help getting him to your car?"

"I got it," Dean reassured and helped Sam getting his gradually growing limbs into his jacket. "Let's go Sammy."


Sam remained silent on the way back to the motel. His mouth was wedged open from the gauze that was stuffed into the crooks of his jaw, and he knew that if Dean didn't feel so guilty about making him get his teeth out than he'd be cracking jokes.

But Dean was torn. He wanted to run to the nearest grocery store to pickup Sam's meds, but feared leaving or taking him inside when his limbs seem unable to cooperate with his brain. "Wanna go back and sleep at the motel and I'll go get your medication Sammy?"

Sam shrugged, but eventually nodded. "I can't talk," Sam slurred miserably.

Dean couldn't stop the laugh that ripped from his lips. He tried not to laugh again as Sam glared at him with his mouth hanging open from the gauze. "I'm sorry," he apologized. Sam's face was already beginning to swell, and he knew that he'd need to add that to the growing list of items needed for his little brother.

Sam just shook his head and folded his arms over his chest and stared out the window, out at the passing scenery.

"Well since you clearly can't talk to dad, I'll call him and tell him how it went."

Sam ignored him and quickly got out of the Impala when they entered the parking lot of the motel.

"Take the keys Sam," Dean instructed, throwing the keys to open their door into Sam's open hands. "Get some sleep and I'll try to hurry back alright?"

Sam nodded unhappily and stomped into the room, slamming and then locking the door behind him. He plopped down on the bed, being careful of his swelling face.

Why me? His mind screamed.

He turned the TV on and watched the boring infomercials that were showing of the knives that apparently never dulled.

Fatigue set in, and his eyelids drooped downwards until they rested against his milky white cheeks. He was off to dream of a picket white fence life he'd never be able to have.


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