Home is wherever I'm with you
At 15, Sam is hurt on a hunt for the first time,Dean's trying not to take it personally that John's disappeared on them again,and Bobby's pissed.
Sammy's been going through a growth spurt.
That seems like a mild way to put it, honestly. Hell, this time last year the kid was 5'3,110 lbs. He's at least 6' now.
At least.
He's sprawled out on the hospital bed, and his legs are nearly hanging off the bed. He's not awake yet. Apparently it's gonna take a while.
Fuck.
Dad left. He's gone. The hunt, he growled at me,the hunt. Fuck you,Dean, fuck Sam,fuck everything. The hunt comes first. Who cares if your little brother got thrown into a wall?
Sam managed to break his collarbone and crack his skull open at the same time. At first they suspected abuse, but mugging pretty much covers every injury.
"Mr Smith?" It takes a second for me to realize. A nurse is standing at the end of Sam's bed, holding a folder.
"Mmh?"
" I'm afraid your brother will be here for a few days at the least. We're not certain,but's it's likely he has a severe concussion. Are you sure you don't want to contact-"
"No." It comes out sharp. "No, I'm a legal adult, I'm my brother's guardian."
Lies. The nurse purses her lips but doesn't comment. She turns and leaves.
It takes hours for Sam to wake up. I think it's around 11. He drags his eyes half-open and groans. He looks dazed, lazily looking around the room.
"D?" It's quiet and seems slurred. God. I'm such a wuss. I sit on his bed and swipe my eyes.
"Hey,I'm here,Sammy. After a few minutes, I get a complete sentence.
" What..happened. " his eyes close again. Stay awake. I grab one of his hands and squeeze it hard. Maybe he'll wake up out of sheer embarrassment.
"You got jumped dude,that's the story. Dunno how you managed to break your collarbone and your skull,but you're talented."
Not even a smile. He's asleep again.
...
"Hey,Bobby."
"How you doin',boy? Aren't you on a hunt down in Nebraska?"
"Uh, yeah. No. Dad is. Not us."
Silence.
"Sam got hurt,Bobby."
There's muffled cursing.
"Shit. Where are you? I'm coming." How is it that a man he met when he was 5 is more protective of him than his father?
"No,no he's gonna be fine. We're getting discharged tomorrow. But the kid's pretty banged up. Can we chill for a couple days? Dad took the car,so-"
"John's still on the hunt?"
"Yeah. He,uh,said he'd be back when he finished."
"Sonuvabitch. Get your asses down here when he's ready. I'm gonna have a chat with your daddy."
...
"Level three concussion." I crumple up the napkin from the lunch Sam hasn't eaten and throw it. It lands next to his IVs and he scowls.
"I'm pretty sure that just medical speak for,my heads hurts like hell." Sam's got bandages everwhere, his arm's immobilized,there's stitches that run up his forehead and disappear beneath a thick mop. But he's awake. Running his mouth. Being a little bitch.
The way it's supposed to be.
"Don't swear,Sasquatch, it's rude. Who raised you,anyway?" Sam cracks a grin,even though it looks like it hurts.
" A foul mouthed hunter." Dad doesn't swear. I grin back. Sam's smile fades,though. He looks down and starts to pick at the sheets.
"Where is he?"
"Finishing the hunt." Sam's already bitter about Dad, I try to keep the resentment out of my voice. It doesn't work.
"Typical." His voice hardens. I sit up ,take my feet off his bed.
"Hey,listen man. We're heading to Bobby's tonight. Gonna rest a couple days. You can read or do whatever it is nerds do in their spare time."
He pulls a bitch face. I reach for his pudding,but he grabs it and inhales it in seconds, purely out of spite.
"Bitch!"
"Jerk." His mouth is still full.
...
He's napping now. I flip the phone up and down. Should I call him him? Sammy's doing fine,like Dad predicted he would but fuck if that excuses him. I start to dial a number, and then Sam sits straight up in bed. There's a terrifying noise coming from his throat,something like choking and gagging and confusion. I think the phone's on the ground. I grab his shoulders.
"Sam!You OK? Sam?" And then he pukes. It's red and all over me and him and the bed. There's a nurse rushing in, but that doesn't stop Sam from rolling his eyes back and collapsing back unto the bed.
A/N-tbc