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A/N: Well, it's Wednesday again. Here is another installment in my Pie!verse. Usually my pie!verse will be one-shots but this one just worked out better and two parts. I promise the second part will be up soon. :)

A/N: I know my verses are out of order. Here is the accident that was talked about in "Wednesday-Free Pie Day"

Wednesday-Dude, Forget the Pie

The Impala is driving down the road. Yesterday, Dean got the biggest surprise from his baby brother, who is now asleep next to him in the passenger seat. He had the best bacon double cheeseburger in the world and to top it off a big slice of pie. Dean couldn't help but to smile at that. Sam still has it in his head to get Dean pie.

While they drove, Metallica playing on the radio (low volume as to not wake Sam), Dean can't help but to think back as to what started this whole thing about Sam's obsession to get Dean some pie.

Flashback:

Dean was laying on top of the duvet waiting on Sam.

How long does it take to go on a supply run? Dean thought looking at his watch. Dean calls Sam's phone but gets no answer. Sam's been gone over an hour. Dean looks at his watch again. No more like two hours. Dean tries his brother's phone again. Still no answer. Where the hell did he go? If he did anything to my baby, I'll kill him. Dean got up and started pacing the room. He was really starting to worry.

Another thirty minutes passed and now the feelings of anger changed to worry. Sam has never been gone this long. Dean promised himself if he didn't hear from Sam in ten more minutes he was going to boost the nearest car and go baby brother searching. Dean had his jacket in his hand when his phone rang. Dean looked down at the caller ID and his heart leapt into his throat.

"Sammy, where the hell are you!"

"I'm sorry, I'm just returning the missed calls. This phone was left in my ambulance," the person on the other line said.

"Wait! What?! Ambulance! Where the hell is my brother?" Dean frozen where he stood at the door.

"Is your brother tall with long brown hair?"

Dean's heart dropped from his throat to the pit of his stomach. "What happened?"

"There was an accident."

"Where is he?"

"We transported him to St. Thomas Memorial Hospital."

Dean hung up the phone and rushed out of the door. He didn't care what he had to do to get to the hospital. He just knew he had to get there. Now.

Dean walked out of the motel parking lot after leaving the front office to get directions to the hospital. When he got to the street, his heart sank more because this whole time they were so close and didn't know it. He looked across the street from the motel towards the convenience store and there it was. The Impala. Sam was across the street this entire time and he didn't know. Dean just assumed that Sam may have went across town. He never thought he was just going across the street.

Dean got to the car and checked for any damages. Anything to see what could have happened that would cause Sam to be taken to the hospital. The car looked relatively fine. No dings. No scrapes. Just fine. Dean got behind the wheel. Now it was time to find out what happened to his baby brother.

The hospital was not far from the motel. When Dean got out of the car, he went straight for the emergency room desk.

There was a young woman sitting behind the desk working on admission papers, her nerves were on edge when Dean walked up.

"Excuse me, hello," Dean said.

The young woman looked up and tried to put a smile on her face, but it didn't turn out that way.

"How can I help you?" Erin said.

Before Dean could answer a loud scream came from a corridor in the depths of the hospital. Dean knew exactly who that was.

"Can't they do anything to keep him quiet?" Erin murmured to herself. She looked past Dean to the other patients and their families in the waiting room, smiling apologetically.

Dean's 'big brother mode' snapped into play. "Take me back there."

Dean talking took Erin out of her thoughts.

"I'm sorry, what?" she said.

"That's my brother. Take me to him."

"Wait," Erin said standing up. "Are you Dean?"

"Yeah."

"Come on," Erin said moving away from the desk.

She opened the double doors and gave Dean entrance to the rooms of the ER. Erin and Dean walked towards the room of the screaming. Dean's heart was breaking. It sounded like Sam was in serious distress. He just wanted to get to Sam as quickly as possible.

"He's been screaming like this for over an hour," Erin said, but Dean wasn't paying attention to her. He was on a mission to get to his brother. When they got to the room and Dean looked in, he was totally flabbergasted. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Sam was strapped down on the bed. Sam was pulling at his restraints calling for Dean over and over.

"Sammy," Dean rushing towards Sam's side. "Sammy. Come on, Sammy, calm down." Dean was at Sam's side. Sam turned his head towards Dean. Dean could see that Sam had been crying and was very scared. But once Sam laid eyes on Dean, he calmed down. Dean started to undo Sam's restraints on his left arm.

"D'n," Sam cried. "D'n, I'm sorry."

Dean was more confused now, why was he apologizing. Once both of his brother's arm were freed, Dean moved Sam's hair from his eyes.

"Sorry about what?" Dean asked gently, smoothing a thumb over his brother's furrowed brow.

"I forgot the pie!" Sam cried.

"Dude, forget the damn pie," Dean replied as calmly as possible. "What happened?" The last thing on Dean's mind was about the supply run that Sam went on. Right now, the only thing Dean was worried about was what was right in front of him: a stressed out baby brother.

Sam looked at Dean for a moment. Then his breathing started to get more erratic. Where the hell were the doctors? Why would they just strap someone down like this and leach him when he was clearly agitated?

"I don't remember." Sam gasped out. "I don't remember."

"Okay, okay. Calm down baby brother." Dean murmured comfortingly as possible, "It's over. Whatever happened, it's over now. Your awesome big brother's here." Dean smirked.

The sides of Sam's mouth started to curl up. Dean knew that would get a smile out of him. And it would also calm him down some.

Erin was still standing at the door. She couldn't believe in just those few moments this guy was able to do what no one else in this hospital could do for the past hour. She shook her head. Dean looked over at her.

"You want to tell me what happened to my brother?" Dean asked. The fact that the medical professionals were absent was really starting to irritate him.

"Let me go find his doctor," Erin said walking out of the room.

Dean, still rubbing his thumb across Sam's brow, hummed the lyrics to a Metallica song absentmindedly, almost to himself. It calmed Sam down. Sam was asleep by the time the doctor walked in.

"Hi, my name is Jean," she held out her hand for Dean when she got to the other side of Sam's bed. "I was the doctor on call when Sam here was brought in."

"Can you tell me what happened?" Dean asked shaking her hand.

"When your brother came in he was unconscious. The EMTs said that when they got to him he was out for the count. They got an anonymous call saying that someone- your brother- might have been mugged or jumped. They weren't sure. He has a gash on the back of his head."

Dean's attention quickly changed from the doctor's towards his now sleepy brother. Dean carded his hand through Sam hair until he found the spot on Sam's head that had a gauze on it. Dean gently turned Sam's head and saw the gauze. Dean lightly pressed the bandage and could feel a small bump behind the wrapping.

"I think he was hit over the head with something hard," Jean stated knowing what Dean was feeling at. "I wanted to do a CT scan on him, but he woke up before we could run the test."

Dean, once done with his check of Sam, looked up at the doctor. The glare that was coming from his eyes told Jean she wasn't going to like what was going to come next.

"Why was my brother strapped down?" Dean fumed out.

"I'm really sorry about that," Jean apologized. "But he really started fighting us. We had no choice. I had to treat three orderlies and a nurse because of the injuries that they sustained from holding him down. We had to strap him. Believe me, it was the last resort. He just wouldn't calm down. We couldn't' risk him hurting anyone else, or injuring himself further," Jean looked down at Sam. "Honestly, this is the quietest he's been since he awoke."

After a few moments neither said a word. Dean was just looking at Sam and Jean was looking at Dean.

"So," Jean said after a few minutes of silence. "Can I run the CT scan on your brother?"

Dean looked up at her, visibly calmer than he was a moment ago.

"Do everything you have to do for my brother. You won't have any more problems out of him," Dean said.

Jean nodded her head and walked out of the room. Dean, looking at his brother.

"Oh Sammy," Dean said. "What am I going to do with you? How many times do I have to teach you that you need to pay attention to your surroundings." There were no heat behind Dean's words. Sam breathing was evened out. He was finally relaxed enough to go to sleep.

Two nurses came into the room looking wiry towards Sam. Dean noticed it. Part of him was upset that they were looking at Sam like he was a freak or something, but the other part of him couldn't help but find the humor in it that in Sam's actions he had put such fear in the staff.

"We're here to take him to get his CT scan," one of the nurses said barely moving towards the bed.

"He's fine," Dean said. "He won't give you any problems."

Hesitating, they both walked over towards the bed. Dean tried his best to hide the smile that was creeping on his mouth. The nurses began to unlock the wheels of the bed to roll it out of the room. When Dean's hands were off of Sam, he began to stir again. His breathing started to become rapid and shallow. Both nurses stopped in their tracks and stepped away from the bed as though Sam was going to start attacking again. Dean saw what was happening and walked back to the bed. He leaned over to where his mouth was against Sam's ear. Dean began saying something to his brother. Neither nurse could hear what he was saying. Whatever it was, they knew it was only meant for Sam's ears. Sam breathing evened out again and Dean stood up.

"You can take him now."

"What did you say to him?" one of the nurses asked.

Dean smirked. "He's only going to be like this for a little while. I wouldn't waist time lingering around. Get the tests done."

Both nurses abandoned the questions and rushed out of the room. Dean couldn't help himself that time. He bust out laughing.

"Oh Sammy," Dean said to himself. "You have got to stop scaring folks." Dean settled into the chair by the wall and waited for them to bring Sam back.

TBC

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