Sam lowered his head to the ground, the leaves thick and they made a nice pillow. He could hear the fight happening right next to his body, but he couldn't move to help Dean. He heard the shot of a gun and something large hit the ground hard. Please be the monster. Sam thought to himself, he craned his neck just enough to see the body of the werewolf huddled on the ground. Dean's breathing was hard, and the only thing keeping the woods from being too quite.
"Sam?" Dean called, his footsteps getting closer the large man strewn across the forest floor. He laid his hand on the younger Winchester's back. Sam only let out a weak little moan. "Dude, come on." Dean coaxed, but Sam couldn't move. He felt Dean's hands running down his back to his leg, which was very clearly broken.
"AHH" Sam let out a loud yell as Dean gripped his bad leg.
"It's broken." Dean commented, the worry dripping from his voice. "I am gonna call dad, just stay there Sammy." Dean patted his back and flipped the phone open. There was an eerie silence as Sam lay there, and he could hear Dean arguing over the phone, he caught pieces of it.
"I was right there…." Dean yelled loudly. He closed the phone angrily and he stalked back over to his brother's side. "Come on Sammy, I am gonna get you back to the house with or without his help." Dean sighed loudly as he carefully lifted Sam into his arms.
"Dean, it hurts" Sam moaned groggily.
"I know it does Sammy, but, when we get back to the house, we will be able to see it clearly." Dean hushed Sam and he kept walking.
The lights from the dining room of the little old cabin shone bright. They were almost welcoming. The cabin, which Sam and Dean had been staying in was the closest thing that they had called home for a long time. John was with Bobby over ninety miles away. Dean opened the door carefully and he balanced Sam with his shoulder and his other arm. He set Sam on the couch carefully and he groaned with pain.
"It's ok Sam." Dean whispered to him. He moved the chair that was sitting next to the end table near to Sam. He took out his pocket knife and cut Sam's jeans from the knee down. It exposed and already swelling bruised mass. Dean hissed with disapproval. He rose out of the chair and flipped the phone open. Sam was barely conscious now, so Dean wasn't worried about leaving the room to call John. "Dad, it's bad." Is all Dean said before he closed his phone and stalked back to Sam's side. "Dad will be here soon." Dean whispered, realizing Sam wasn't listening to him. He moved the hair off of Sam's forehead and sighed loudly.
An hour later, Dean heard a car approaching the house; he grabbed his shotgun and stood ready by the door. Looking out of a crack in the wall, Dean noticed Bobby high tailing it for the door and John not far behind. Dean waited for the secret knock before taking the locks off. He slung open the wooden blockade and the two men rushed in. Dean shut the door behind them quickly.
"Dean, where is your brother?" John hastily said, holding Dean by the shoulder.
"He's over on the couch." Dean signed for them to go. They stalked over and they came face to face with a slightly pale, slightly red little boy, lying under a thin layer of covers, his leg propped up on the stack of pillows.
"Sammy?" John crouched down and he moved the hair that was stuck to the little sweaty forehead. "Damn it, he already has a fever." John sighed loudly before running his hand over his face.
"Well let's see what we got here." Bobby's voice broke the tense seconds. He flipped the covers off of Sam and he looked at his leg.
"What do you think Bobby?" Dean asked as he joined the party in the living room.
"You're brother is running a fever, and it looks like it is a bad break in his shin." Bobby said as he lowered the blanket back down. "Now, I know how to make casts, but there has to be something else going on here." Bobby practically finished the end of the sentence in a yell. He glanced at Dean who was now sitting on the edge of the couch, rubbing the blanket between his fingers. John stalked over to his bag that he dropped on the floor by the front door and began digging. He pulled out a small pill bottle and dumped some in his hand.
"Bobby, these aren't much, but they may help fight the infection." John said as he shakily handed the small white round pills to Bobby.
"These will help right now, but this kid is going to need a lot more than a couple of little pills. Once I get his leg casted, he will need pain medicine, and from the severity of this break, he is going to need a lot of them." Bobby strutted to the kitchen. He began filling a glass with water when John looked sternly at Dean.
"I want to know exactly what happened out there, and I want to know right now son." John's voice was deep and menacing.
"Well, Sam and I were out there, hunting the werewolf. Sam was not but three steps behind me. He heard something to our left and he began to step towards it. Within a split second, I look and Sam is flying through the air, landing on his leg hard. It made a splitting noise." Dean was terrified by reliving the account of the night.
"And Sam was never father than a few feet away from you?" John asked as Bobby made his appearance back in the living room.
"John, we need to wake him up." Bobby sighed. John shook Sam lightly.
"Come on little man, it is time to wake up." Sam stirred slowly, his long eye lashes shuttering a few times before he finally opened his eyes.
"Dad?" Sam asked lightly.
"Yeah, I'm here. So is Uncle Bobby." John pointed to the man standing to Sam's left. "And Dean is sitting at the end of the couch." John finished giving Dean a stern look.
"Hey Sammy." Dean said lightly.
"Why does my leg hurt so badly?" Sam asked hissing in pain.
"Well Uncle Bobby said it is hurt pretty badly." John said stroking Sam's forehead. He was burning hot and John took strict notice of it. Bobby handed John the medicine. "You have to take these." John said handing the pills to Sam, who threw them in his mouth with no question and chugging the water down.
"I'm so tired dad." Sam yawned.
"Ok Sammy, lay your head down and go to sleep." Dean whispered to him. "When you wake up, I will teach you how to use crutches, you will be on them for a while." Dean sighed at the realization.
"Dean, can I talk to you for a minute?" Bobby asked quietly. John didn't even move to look at the departing two people. Once in the clear, Bobby put his hand on Dean's shoulder. "Son, im not saying you did anything bad, hell, I am sure you did everything right. But, this is really important. Did Sam seem sick at all to you before you left on this hunt? Anything at all, a sneeze, a cough, anything?" Dean stared at the wall for a minute thinking. He couldn't recall anything.
"No, Sam didn't seem any different. He was his annoying, asking questions self." Dean finally said. He stared at Bobby for a minute who looked confused.
"He didn't even seem overly tired." Bobby asked trying to get answers, prodding.
"No not at all, he was up before me this morning, he was cleaning his gun, he was so excited about this hunt." Dean said before glancing at the ground. "And I let him get hurt." Bobby sighed.
"Boy, you feeling sorry for yourself won't get Sam up and walking any quicker, you need to be strong, if not for yourself, then for him." Bobby laid his hand on Dean's shoulder and walked back out to the living room, leaving Dean to his own devices.
In what felt like an eternity, Dean finally appeared back in the bright light of the room. Sam was awake and looking around.
"He has been asking for you." John said as he turned to look at Dean who was just standing there.
"Did you get it Dean?" The kid asked, leaning over his leg slightly.
"Yeah Sammy, I got it." Dean chuckled as he approached the sickly looking boy. "Too bad you were out for the count; you could have done it yourself." Sam laughed but you could tell he was in pain.
"Well, I was a little busy being thrown through the air." Sam glanced as Dean crouched by his side.
"Well, I can't wait until you get to run with me again, I will find us a good hunt for when you get better." Dean stroked Sam's sweaty head and felt the heat that was radiating off of him. He let the worried look cross his face.
"Something the matter Dean?" Sam asked. Dean shook his head and smiled slightly.
"No Sammy, I just can't wait to see you better." Dean laughed it off and he looked at John who was now conversing with Bobby in the other room. "Yeah Sam, when your better, we will do a lot of things." Dean glanced back at Sam who was letting his eyes close.
"They gave me pain medicine." Sam commented lightly. He was trying to fight the sleep.
"Go to sleep then, I will be here when you wake up." Dean said patting the kids head again.
"Promise?" Sam asked sleepily.
"Promise" Dean gruffly whispered. Sam closed his eyes and was fast asleep in no time.
"I don't know what else to do John!" Bobby's yell broke the few minutes of silence. Dean rose from his seat next to Sam. He had full intention of telling them to keep it down. But when he entered the poorly decorated kitchen he saw how heated the argument was.
"Well, Bobby…" John stopped talking when he noticed Dean creeping around the corner. "Dean!" John yelled loudly. Dean came into the darkness slowly.
"Sam's asleep." Dean said quietly.
"Well, that is good." Bobby said, taking a deep breath in and letting it out slowly. "We have to watch him for the next couple of hours, any spiking in fever or sign of infection; we are taking him to the hospital." Bobby then stormed out of the room.
"Dad?" Dean slowly asked.
"Bobby is just being a jack ass son, nothing to worry about." John turned to his oldest and tried to let out a smile, it was forced, but Dean appreciated the effort.
"What about Sam?" Dean asked, now looking back into the living room.
"Your brother will be fine, if you want to go to sleep, I can take first watch." John nudged him towards the doorway before he could protest.
"Yes sir." Dean obeyed, he didn't like leaving Sam but he did as he was told.
Dean lay with his eyes open on top of the covers for a while. He was staring at the big crack in the ceiling and the broken ceiling fan fixture someone failed to put up had wires hanging down from it. Dean rolled over on his side to try to get some sleep, but he just came face to face with an empty bed his brother usually occupies. I can't sleep. Dean thought to himself as he rolled to the other side. The wall was no more help than anything else in the room. Damn it. He cursed to himself. Why can't I fall asleep? But Dean knew the answer, he knew without the breathing of his little brother beside him felt wrong. He knew he was never going to get any sleep at this rate. Dean hung his legs off of the bed for a minute; he then grabbed his pillow and stripped the bed of the comforter. He carried them out to the living room, slowly he crept as to not wake anyone. The floor seemed much louder now that the house was still and the wind wasn't blowing.
"Dean is that you?" He heard his dad's gruff voice call from the darkness. Dean sighed loudly and came around the corner faster. He saw his dad perched by the little coffee table in the middle of the room, his gun stripped and cleaning cloths in his hand.
"Hey dad." Dean finally said.
"What are you doing skulking around in the dark? That is exactly how you get shot." John scolded him. Dean walked slower, letting his blanket half drag behind him. "And what are you doing up, with your blankets no less?" John asked loudly.
"Dad isn't Bobby sleeping?" Dean asked turning around to glance down the dark hallway.
"Don't tell me to be quite." John yelled louder now getting up off of the floor.
"No dad I wasn't…" Dean faded out his sentence when he noticed John now walking towards him.
"Are you talking back to me now Dean Winchester?" John yelled louder this time, what Dean thought was the loudest any human being could yell.
"Um, no sir." Dean cowered at the footsteps coming towards him. He could smell alcohol on John before he got within spitting distance, so Dean knew he was going to get a beating, and one that put every other one to shame. John grabbed Dean by the shirt collar and he dropped everything that he was holding onto.
"Now boy, did I ask if you were talking back to me. I expect you not to lie this time." John practically spit in Dean's face.
"I…" Dean began, but realizing he might as well not defend himself, dropped it quickly.
"What was that boy?" John asked, raising his hand to hit Dean.
"Ah." Dean let out a little squeak as he closed his eyes tight bracing for the impact. But Dean instead felt a force pull him foreword, he opened his eyes long enough to see his body tumbling down on top of John's body. He felt another hand pull him upright and now came face to face with Bobby, who had John by the throat pinned against the ground.
"Dean, get your brother and get in the truck, NOW!" Bobby yelled struggling to keep the now flailing John from getting up. Dean hopped to action, he went to the couch and scooped up the burning up little body off of the couch, blankets and all, Dean took Sam to the front door and opened it carefully as to not jar Sam's broken, now splinted leg. Sam is so hot. Dean thought to himself as he reached the front porch. The wind was blowing now and there was a storm on the way. The thunder was rolling loud and Dean didn't want to stop moving towards the safety of the familiar blue pickup Bobby drove. He reached the passenger side when he noticed Bobby hadn't come out yet. Dean dropped Sam in the seat carefully making sure his leg wasn't going to get jarred. He glanced around the open door and realized that it got really quite in the house. He began to slowly trek back when Bobby came out of the house onto the porch. "Get in the truck Dean." Bobby yelled, he began to descend the three stairs. He reached the drivers side and took one look at the two kids in the seat. He sighed loudly.
"What now uncle bobby?" Dean asked, holding the youngest in his lap.
"Well, we are going to get your brother some care. He needs to be seen by a doctor." Bobby turned on the engine and it roared to life, he put the truck into reverse and backed up quickly, slinging onto the road. Dean lowered his head to feel Sam's forehead.
"He is really hot Uncle Bobby." Dean finally said, breaking the silence. The rain was now pouring down on the ancient trucking spattering and spewing. Dean looked at the man's face, it was dripping with worry.
"I know son, we just have a few more miles to go." Bobby commented reaching over and patting the fifteen year olds shoulder. That boy is all muscle now, he has grown up. Bobby thought to himself as he put the peddle down to the floor.
The hospital reeked of antiseptic. Dean paced around the private waiting room floor. Bobby perched himself on the edge of a chair, ready to spring at any given news.
"Boy, would you sit down? All the walking around isn't gonna help anything." Bobby finally intervened. Dean parked himself on the closest chair to the door. He tapped his foot quickly. "I am going to go stark crazy in here if we don't hear something soon." Bobby finally said. He glanced at the clock. "It is already four o' eight?" Bobby rose from his chair and drug the hat off of his head. Just as Bobby turned his back, a little blonde nurse opened the door gently.
"Sam Winchester's family?" She asked quietly.
"Uh yes that's us!" Dean practically yelled as he walked up on the girl. She flipped open the chart and glanced at it.
"Um lets see, Sam Winchester came in with a bad break to his leg that was splinted by his uncle, and this all happened on a…hunting trip?" She asked. Both Bobby and Dean nodded their heads. "OK, well when Sam got in, he had a high fever and a badly broken shin, after testing it is showing that the high fever was because when Sam took the fall, he ruptured his kidney." She glanced at Dean and Bobby who were now hissing through their teeth and getting angry about it. "But after the surgery, we ended up taking out the right kidney. He can function fine with one, but I want you to talk to one of the head nurses here to get all of the stipulations of living with one kidney." She finished her sentence and Dean took a deep breath.
"So what now?" Dean asked. The lady smiled and she looked Dean square in the face.
"Well now, we wait. He is in the recovery room and when he gets moved to his own room we will make sure to have someone come and get you." She turned on her heels and left the room.
"Well that's a relief." Bobby sighed as he slumped down into one of the chairs. "At least now I can take a minute and breath."
"I won't take a minute until I see Sam." Dean retorted glancing at Bobby who was hanging his head back against another chair.
"You will get to see him soon boy, he is fine, just relax for a minute." Bobby scolded. Dean sat down obediently. He kept glancing at the clock, and when finally the clock read five forty five a brown haired nurse came into the room.
"Little Sam is awake and wanting to see you." She cheerily held the door open for the two men and they breezed past her, Dean almost in a run. "Room number 56." The nurse called to them.
"Thank you." Bobby called back to her and held up his hand in a wave.