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"A part of growing up is doing things you don't want to... but it's who you have by your side during these times that counts."
- Myself
"Sammy. Just relax, it'll all be over before you know it." Dean quietly told his younger brother, "And hey, I'll be with you the whole time, okay?" Dean felt the jerky nod against his shoulder to where the kid sat at his left, his kid brother was as nervous as a stray puppy being offered food from a stranger.
The kid had his wisdom teeth come through a year ago at the early age of thirteen, and has had constant problems since - but not so much with the bottom ones, they were fine and not the ones causing pain. However, it was the top wisdom teeth that were the concern, the kid was constantly complaining about pain in his top left side.
But the pain would come and go.
But when the pain was there, the kid had complained about everything from; his mouth being sore - to really sore, his cheek feeling like it's throbbing, it hurts to eat, and the final one - Dean I can't talk cause the air is making my tooth hurt.
It was time to make a dentist appointment.
After Sammy had complained again yesterday, Dean had taken the kid into the motels bathroom and hit the main and heat lights, and told the kid to open. He was no dentist but he could see the left side looked a little swollen around the gums and the tooth was partially rotted on the side, and the right side had a large cavity; although the kid never complained about the right side, he knew both teeth may need to be pulled - but he didn't say that to the kid, not until they were sure. And he didn't want to scare his little brother anymore then he already was.
"Sam Johnson."
Dean glanced up at the name, and looked over towards the glass doors that were by the front desk to see a middle aged woman standing there with a clipboard.
"That's us, Sammy."
Sam whimpered in response, but let his older brother pull him up from the padded bench seat they'd been sitting on. He leaned slightly in against his brother, as Dean's arm protectively draped over his shoulders and pulling the kid into his side as they followed the lady through the glass doors and down a white corridor, she reached the end turning left then right, before leading them into a room. It wasn't anything special, just a plain simple dentist room with the same layout all dentist rooms seem to follow.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Williams. I'll be your dentist today," A middle aged man introduced himself - standing tall from his hunched over position in front of a computer screen that displayed open files, then glanced across to the brunette haired woman that'd guided them. "And this is Margaret. She'll be my assistant. What can I do for you boys?"
"Sammy, my brother here," Dean said, giving his little brother an encouraging squeeze, and pulled the kid closer into him. "has been having really bad pain in his top wisdom teeth."
"Hmm, okay. Sammy is it?"
"It's Sam." Sam said, giving his older brother a glance.
The dentist got the feeling that name must be only reserved for older brothers.
"Okay, Sam. Just take a seat here," he said referring to a large black padded chair, that looked to Sam almost like those layed back lounge chairs you see by the edges of pools. Sam looked to his brother again, and did as the dentist instructed after Dean gave a small nod of encouragement.
Sam sat sideways on the padded chair with his feet dangling off to the side, with his nervous eyes not leaving his brother.
"Alright, Sam. Can I have you leaning back here for me," The dentist said, patting the backrest. Sam slowly turned himself in the chair, getting himself situated so his back was sitting up against the backrest and his legs spread down along the recliner.
"That's good, now I'm just going to move the chair to get a better look."
Sam felt the chair moving upwards as the backrest lowered, putting him in almost a laying position.
"Sam," the assistant said from Sam's left. "I'm just going to put this around you," she said, showing Sam something that looked like a white bib, "If you can just lean up a bit for me, sweety?"
Sam leaned forwards, as Margaret placed the paper bib around him and clipped the metal peg onto the unpegged side to hold it in place.
"I'm just going to placed these on you," she said, holding out a pair of black sunglasses, and placed them over his eyes before a bright light turned on overhead, that was held above him on the white metal stand.
"Very good, now if you could open your mouth for me I'll have a look at these teeth."
Sam gave the dentist one glance, before nervously looking around the office to sort out his brother. He heard a scuffle of boots behind him, and Dean's head appear above his view.
"I'm right here, Sammy." Dean reassured, brushing his little brothers bangs away from his eyes. "Open your mouth, kiddo. The dentist needs to see those pearly whites." He said shooting his brother a grin.
Sam returned a small grin, before opening his mouth but not taking his eyes from his brother.
"Can you open just a little bit wider, Sam?"
Sam did as the dentist asked. Dr. Williams used the mouth mirror to look in Sam's mouth as he held a dental probe in his right hand, he moved the instrument around Sam's gums and probed them gently.
"Does this hurt?"
"Uh-uh..."
"Okay, does this?" He said, moving the probe to another spot on the left side closer to the wisdom tooth.
"Uh-uh..."
"Okay, tell me when it does, Sam." He said moving the instrument around in several different areas.
"Ah-ha, ah-ah..." Sam cried out, and his back arched up from the chair when the dentist hit a really tender area.
"Relax, Sammy." Dean soothed, running his fingers through the kids hair again, and never breaking his eye contact with his little brother.
"Okay, I'm just going to look at the other side now." Dr. Williams said moving the tools to the right side, "Tell me if it hurts."
After a few more probs, Sammy's reaction was the same.
"Okay, I'm going to send you down to X-ray's. Margaret," he said, to the assistant. "could you show these boys where to go."
"Certainly, here I'll just unclip this for you." She said as she unpegged the bib and removed the glasses after the overhead light had been switched off. The chair was moved into a seating position again. "Just follow me."
Dean swung his arm over his kid brothers shoulders again and giving him a smirk as the kid glanced up at him, before pulling him closer into his side, as they follow the assistant back down the corridor towards the glass doors.
"Okay, boys. You just go back down those stairs to the bottom floor, and it's almost directly below us. Just come back to the reception when your done, and they'll call me to get you."
"Okay, thanks." Dean nodded, before turning his brother in the direction of the one flight of stairs they'd taken to get upto the dental clinic section. Sam was quiet on the way down, but feeling the normal comfort of having his brother here with him. He never felt the same way with his father, but his father was away all the time, so that left Dean looking after him - and his brother had been doing just that, ever since he was six-months-old.
"You right, Sammy?" Dean asked, as he pushed the door open to the X-ray room, and got a small nod from his brother, before leading them both over to the small desk that sat just behind the door. A lady with blond hair looked up as the boys approached the front of the desk.
"Hi, we've been sent to get an X-ray done."
The lady looked between the two boys, "Okay, do you have your Medicare card?"
"Sure," Dean responded, pulling out his wallet and producing a fake card. He handed it over to the lady, and waited for her to put it into the system before handing it back.
"Okay, just take a seat." She said, nodding to the three cushioned chairs over by the window.
They didn't even have to wait two minutes before they were called. A dark haired women told them to follow her into a small room, that had - it was hard to describe - but like a robotic machine hanging from the ceiling.
"Okay, which one of you are getting the X-Ray done?"
"Sam." Dean answered, nodding down at his kid brother.
"Okay, can I get you to just wait outside the door, this shouldn't take anymore than a minute." She said, and gestured for Sam to come closer to the machine.
"I'll just be over here. Okay, Sammy?" Dean said, as he leaned casually against the doorframe, and watched his brother.
Sam looked back at him and nodded, his bangs falling in front of his eyes.
The lady brought the machine down to Sam's height, which was a fair amount seeing as the kid was still so short.
"Okay, just step forward, and place your hands on these." She said, referring to two things that looked like handles from a push bike. Sam did as he was told. "Good, just step a little bit closer,"
Sam took another step forwards closer into the machine, so the white robotic thing was circling him.
"Okay, now just bite down on here for me." She said gesturing to a white mouth piece.
"Okay, good, and chin down a bit."
Sam angled his chin down, with the mouth piece gripped between his teeth.
"Okay, stay in that position and don't move."
She switched the machine on, it buzzed and started circling. It had two arm like things horizontal from one another about a foot from his head, that rotated in a circular motion around him before beeping then stopping.
"Ok, good." She said, switching off the machine. "Your right to go now."
"C'mon, kiddo. Let's get outta here." Dean said, taking a step from the doorframe and inwards of the room, extending his arm towards his kid brother. Once the kid was within reach he threw his arm around him, and led him towards the door again.
"Thanks," he told the receptionist, she returned with a smile as he pushed open the door.
They headed back up the stairs, ending at the second floor, and returned to the main reception.
"Hi," Dean said to the girl at the front reception; she was in her early 20's and had long brunette locks. Dean travelled his eyes from her cherry coloured plump lips, to her tightly buttoned busty bust that was slightly expanding the buttons in her white blouse, that was as far as he could see from behind the counter, but it was enough for him. He gave her a wink, as she slightly blushed.
She gave a smile, "What can I do for you?"
Dean leaned an elbow on the counter top, giving a smirk. "Well, we could start by getting your number, and then..."
"Dean..." Sam whined from beside him.
He smirked with one eyebrow raised, giving his brother a side glance whilst raising his hands in an innocent 'what' gesture. But seeing the look on his baby brothers face he gave in... for now.
"Okay, okay. My brother just had his X-ray's, and were told to come back here."
She smiled again. "What's your name please."
"Well I'm Dean," he said, with - only one way to describe it - a 'flirty' look as he introduced himself, "and this here is, Sam." he said, pulling his kid brother closer into his side.
Sam gave a quick three finger wave with a small nod, "Hi." He said quietly.
She turned from Dean giving Sam a warm smile. "Hello, Sam." She said politely, before turning back to Dean. "Okay, Dean. Just take a seat and I'll call someone to get you."
Dean couldn't resist, he threw her another smirk, "Sounds good. But how about that number?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean, c'mon..." he whined again, tugging at his leather jacket.
"Yeah, okay. In a minute, Sammy." He told his brother, before turning to the receptionist and saying in a seductive voice. "So what do you say, you, me, tomorrow night?"
She blushed again, admiring the rather nice looking young man in front of her - but he couldn't of been anymore than eighteen, maybe nineteen and she was twenty-four going on twenty-five next month, it just didn't feel right doing 'that' with a younger man. "No, I don't think so... sorry." She said gently.
Dean was a little shocked at being declined, but didn't let on, instead keeping his cool stance. "Another time then?"
Sam rolled his eyes for probably the one hundredth time in those two minutes, he wasn't naive and knew his brother would try to pick up any skirt that was worth picking up... even be it at the dentist office. But he just wasn't in the mood to wait around and watch his brother flirt - and for all he knew, he could be waiting for the death sentence in having all teeth his ripped out - bit dramatic yeah he knew, but it could happen - and his brother was trying to pick up a girl?
"De-an," Sammy whined again in the only way little brothers could, bringing out the one syllable name into two.
"Okay, okay. We're going, Sammy." He told his little brother, before turning back to the attractive receptionist. "I'll see you around." He said with another wink, before leading Sam over to the cushioned bench seats again.
"Did you have to do that, Dean?" Sam whined, after they had taken a seat.
"Chill, Sammy." He told his brother, "Did you see that, boy, where was she when we first arrived? Maybe it was a good thing they replaced that old hag... don't wanna scare off customers you know."
Sam didn't say anything just dropped his head in his folded over arms that lay rested across his knees, and shook his head briefly as he looked at the short piled grey carpet. He felt a hand to the back of his head, rubbing softly.
"You okay, Sammy?"
He nodded at the same time his name was called again.
"C'mon, let's go, kiddo. Let's get this over an' done with, then we can go grab some burgers after. What do you say, Sammy?"
"Sure, Dean." Sam answered nonchalantly, as he stood up.
They followed the assistant back down the corridor the same way as they had before, Dean felt Sam lean further into him as they neared the door. He knew how nervous the kid was, and couldn't wait for it to all be over... for Sammy's sake.
He gave the kids arm an encouraging squeeze with the arm he had loped around his shoulders, "It'll be alright, Sammy." He whispered close to his little brothers ear.
He sure hoped that was the truth.
"Alright, Sam. Just take a seat." Dr. Williams instructed as they entered the room.
Sam again took a seat on the black chair, with his feet dangling off to the side as he'd done so before, Dean stood near his little brother with his hand resting on the kids shoulder for reasurance.
"Okay, good. Well your X-ray's have come through and I've taken a look at them, you will need those two wisdom teeth removed. Now did you want me to do that today? Or would you like to make another appointment?
"We'll do it today." Dean answered for his brother, getting an incredulous look from the kid. He gave Sam's shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
"Okay, we'll start off with one and see how that goes. What side would you like me to start on?"
Sam glanced nervously up at his older brother.
"We'll start on the left yeah, Sammy?" Dean said, looking pointedly at his younger brother, knowing the left side is what caused most of the pain. And earning himself a small uncertain nod from his sibling.
"Okay, if you could just lay back for me."
Sam didn't move. He stared up at his brother with those big brown scared puppy dog eyes. He didn't want someone ripping out his tooth, it scared him.
Dean crouched down in front of his brother and placed his hands on the kids knees. "Dude, look at me." He said gently, and waited for the eye contact. "It'll be okay, Sammy. Dr. 'Yankum'" Sam cringed at the name, "has done this a million times and I'll be here the whole time, okay. I'm not leaving." He reassured, "I'll hold your hand or whatever chick flick moment you need, I'll do, okay?"
He knew he was on the right track when he got a small smile from his brother.
"Okay, kiddo. Lets do this." He said, giving the kids knee an affectionate pat.
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Bella Lilac