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"Mr. Frey?"
Sam was exhausted. He'd only gotten one update since they'd brought Dean in seven hours ago and all they had told him was that Dean was still in surgery. He'd stayed seated since he'd gotten back from the bathroom, but he was so tense his muscles were already aching.
"Mr. Frey?"
Sam startled when someone shook his shoulder. He relaxed again though when he saw Margret standing in front of him.
"Mr. Frey, I have an update on your brother," Margret said softly.
"What is it? Is he alright? Is he out of surgery?" Sam asked as fast as he could.
Margret gave him a small smile, "He's stable. They're taking him to the ICU right now."
"Can I see him?" Sam asked.
"In a few minutes. Let them get him settled first, and then I'll take you back there," Margret said. "Did you get a chance to call anyone?"
"My-my Mom," Sam replied. It felt weird to be telling someone that he called his Mom, but it also felt right. He'd been missing this his entire life and he just prayed that his Mom would actually come. He'd hated it when his Dad didn't even bother to call and ask about Dean when he was dying years ago. Dean had always done everything for him, but to not even call to see if he'd made it was one of the worst things he'd ever done. Sam still couldn't understand why his Dad had exchanged his life for Dean's when a few months prior he hadn't even cared. It was sad, but trading his life for Dean's was one of the best things his Dad had done in Sam's eyes.
"Alright honey," Margret said. "When she gets here, I'll let you know. The police would like to speak to you again, but I told them to wait until after you got to see your brother and I'll see if they'll wait until after your Mom gets here."
"Thanks," Sam whispered.
"I'll be back in a few minutes," Margret said, walking away from him again.
Sam took a deep breath and tried to convince himself that a few more minutes was nothing. He'd been waiting for hours and now he just had to wait a few more minutes. But the minutes seemed to drag on for eternity.
He started bouncing his leg out of a nervous habit and tried not to think about why it was taking so long. There could've been a complication and they took him back to surgery. Maybe they decided not to allow visitors because Dean was in too bad of shape. Or maybe he died and they were just trying to come up with a reason why before they told him.
"Mr. Frey?" Margret called out from the desk.
Sam leapt to his feet and practically ran over to where she was. "Can I see him now?" Sam asked desperately.
"His doctor is on the way and he will take you back there," Margret said. "But he should be walking through those doors right about now."
Sam looked to the door expectantly, and actually felt dizzy when a man wearing a lab coat walked through the doors.
"Mr. Frey?" The doctor asked him and he immediately nodded in response. The doctor held out his hand and said, "My name's Dr. Richard Nichols. I worked on your brother, Dean."
"Is he ok?" Sam asked.
"He's stable right now," Dr. Nichols hedged. "We put him in a medically induced coma and we're keeping a close eye on him."
Sam stopped listening; he just wanted to see his brother. "Can I see him?" Sam asked impatiently.
Dr. Nichols nodded and led the way to the ICU. Sam tried to peek into each room just hoping to catch a glimpse of Dean. He knew the doctor was taking him to his brother, but he wanted to see him as soon as he could. He felt like he was missing something without Dean with him and he couldn't shake the thought of his brother slipping away.
He'd been sure that Dean had died to stop the Darkness. He hadn't really cared what happened to him when he was being tortured. Dean was gone and he was alone in the world again. He was ashamed to admit that he felt utter relief when he saw Dean again. They were both going to be tortured, but Dean was alive and he could get them out of anything.
"Here we are," Dr. Nichols said softly, interrupting his thoughts. "I'll be right out here if you need me."
"Dean…" Sam breathed out, his eyes filling with tears at the sight of his brother.
It never got any easier seeing his brother hurt. Even when Dean just had a few cuts and bruises from a hunt, it still hurt. He wanted to protect Dean just as much as Dean wanted to protect him, but his brother had always been more interested in other's safety instead of his own.
Dean was so pale and still; he looked like he was practically dead already. Sam had been expecting to see the wires and tubes in his brother, but they made him look even worse. He needed Dean to be ok; he didn't know how to live without his brother. Sure they'd been separated before and Dean had been in Hell, but he'd never handled it well without his brother.
Sam slowly walked over to Dean's side and sat in the chair by the bed. He grabbed Dean's limp hand and held it with both of his. Dean felt cold, which was probably because of the blood loss; he made a mental note to ask the nurse for another blanket when she came in.
"Dean, I'm right here if you need me," Sam whispered. He knew Dean wouldn't wake up until the doctor took him out of the coma, and he knew he needed the rest, but he hoped Dean could hear him. "I'm not goin' anywhere…"
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