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Bump-And-Bite

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New Smyrna Beach, Florida

Hospital

Dean could feel his eyes crusting up from lack of sleep, but he refused to take his eyes off his baby brother. Not after what had happened.

Shark Attack

Dean was never going to take those two words for granted again. Hell, he was never going to let Sammy back in the ocean again! No more swimming, no more Jaws movie marathons—nothing.

Dean looked down at his brother still completely unconscious from the amount of anesthesia that was pumped into him before surgery. At the reminder Dean found his eyes traveling down towards Sammy's right leg but caught himself. He didn't need that image replaying in his head too. He already had the attack going on repeat.

Dean could still feel the utter terror that consumed him when Sam had dropped beneath the water. He'd know what had happened—had seen the shark's fin sticking up out of the waves as it snuck up behind his brother.

He told Sammy to stay near him! He told him and of course the little shit hadn't listened and now…now…

Dean shook his head hard trying to stop his train of thought. It was useless…blaming his brother for this. It was Dean's fault. Sam was his responsibility and he'd seen the shark before he attacked. Dean should have done something. Yelling had been completely useless—he'd been an idiot.

No, Dean had acted much too late—or more like reacted. Seeing that huge shark thrashing around with Sammy mercilessly had been too much. Dean just snapped and lunged at the thing like he would at anything else hurting his brother. He had no clue how to harm a shark but he damn well tried! He just punched at its eyes and gills—anything Dean could think of that the thing would find uncomfortable. It had been so big though and the water had turned completely red with Sam's blood. Dean had no frickin' clue what to do.

When the shark had released Sammy, all Dean felt was relief. He didn't care that it was probably going to try and eat him next—hell he wanted that—Dean just wanted the thing to leave his kid brother alone. It had left though. Just disappeared into the red as if it had gotten bored of dealing with them.

Dean had grabbed Sam then and swam upwards for all he was worth. He seen the rescue motorboat coming before he dived down to help out Sammy, and as soon as he popped up on the surface hands were pulling his brother out of the water. Dean had gotten a close-up on his leg then. Didn't look good.

John was there then, pulling Dean onto the boat as well. Dean wasn't surprised that John had seen what happened. He'd probably gotten the rescue boat going himself.

"You okay?" John had demanded of him.

"Fine," Dean growled angrily, "A shark got Sammy."

Now Dean wondered why he'd even bothered to explain. John had obviously already figured out it had been a shark. What the hell else could it have been?

Sammy had passed out on the rescue boat and the events after that were a complete blur. Dean had ridden in the ambulance while John and followed along behind in the Impala. In the ambulance, Dean hadn't gotten a close look at brother; the paramedics were flying around trying to stop the bleeding and yelling out words that Dean didn't understand but still scared the shit out of him.

When they got to the hospital, Sam had disappeared behind the double doors, and Dean and John were sent to a waiting room with a quick, "We'll come and get you when we have answers."

Dean and John sat in that waiting room for three hours without a word on Sam's condition. On the table next to him, Dean had caught sight of a magazine title, New Smyrna Beach: Shark Attack Capital of the World, and Dean just about chucked the table across the room. He hadn't shown John the magazine though. He'd just flipped it cover down and then went back to waiting for news.

When the doctor did come, Dean thought he looked exhausted. He'd smiled rather grimly at them and stuck out his hand, "I'm Doctor Davenport and I was lead doctor on your son Samuel's surgery,"

"He goes by Sam." Dean found himself advising the man. Why? He had no clue. He just figured that would be the first thing out Sammy's mouth at that moment, and if he wasn't around to explain his dislike of his full name—then Dean would do it.

Doctor Davenport had nodded his acknowledgment before continuing, "Sam has received some very critical injuries to the lower half of his right leg..."

"It's still attached though, right?" Dean cut the man off again honestly debating if he could get away with killing this man if he hadn't managed to save his brother's leg.

"Yes, Sam technically has use of both his legs…"

"Technically?" This time John had cut in gruffly and Dean noticed that Davenport was started to look a little bit annoyed. Tough.

"Because of the way the shark bit down on Sam's leg, it ripped through a whole bunch of muscle and veins in his back calf." Dean outwardly winced at the explanation, "Thankfully the bite didn't snap the bone so I didn't need to amputate his leg, but unfortunately his calf muscle was beyond repair and I was forced to remove it."

Dean felt sick to his stomach. His Sammy had lost his calf over this? What did that mean? Would he able to run again? What?

"What does that mean for Sam?" John asked Dean's question out loud. John sounded calm but Dean saw the telling signs of his clenched up jaw. He was just on edge as Dean.

"Physically—Sam should make a full recovery, and with some intense therapy he'll be able to move just as he did before the attack, albeit he'll most likely have a limp. Emotionally—that really depends on Sam and his support team."

Dean nodded already having heard all he needed. Sam was out of the worst of it and now needed support—needed Dean. The rest of it all could wait.

"Can we see him now?" Dean asked impatiently. He'd been away from his hurt brother for way too long now.

"A nurse will be here to take you to Sam's room in about fifteen minutes. He's still being moved into recovery right now." Davenport explained and Dean seethed inwardly.

He glared daggers at the Doctor's back as he left and stayed standing those fifteen extra minutes until Nurse Kim came in and led them to Sam's room. She didn't shut up the whole just repeating words like, "Sam's really lucky" and "Not the first shark attack victim they've dealt with," Dean wasn't sure if she was trying to be encouraging or not. She'd certainly pissed him off though.

Dean didn't have the courage to check out Sam's leg at first. He focused on the kid's face which was too pale and his eyes had deep black bags underneath them. Sammy wasn't looking good. John had, of course, went straight to the heart of the trouble and moved in close to inspect Sam's leg. Not wanting to look weak to his father, Dean forced himself to take in the damage.

Sam's leg was pretty heavily bandaged but Dean could clearly see the dip in his leg where is calf should be and he felt bile rising in his throat.

John and Dean had moved into the uncomfortable chairs next to Sammy's bed and that's where they were still waiting. Even now—at 9:00 pm with John snoring beside him Dean couldn't find sleep. He knew he wouldn't either until Sammy was awake and talking to him.

Earlier, Doctor Davenport had been back in, talking to them about the shark they assumed had attacked Sammy.

"From the way you explained how it attacked Sam; I'm fairly positive it's a bull shark. They're known to bump their prey before attacking it—kind of measuring it up in a way because normally bull shark's swim in areas where they can't see clearly. It's called a bump-and-bite attack and repeated bites are not uncommon. Of course we won't know for sure until we get an expert in here."

John had asked more questions but Dean just wondered what of his things he could sell for money to give to some organization that hunted bull sharks. He wanted them all dead.

Right now though, Dean just wanted to see Sammy's eyes. He knows how much anesthesia affects the kid but it's been hours and Dean was impatient.

His eyes dropped back down to his bandage leg and Dean frowned. His fault. That was hit fault—more so than some stupid bull shark. He'd just yelled for his brother—just yelled. What had he been thinking?

Tennis shoes squeaked against the floor and Dean looked at a smiling Nurse Kim. "Sammy hasn't woken up yet I see," she spoke up while moving to his bedside, "he's a stubborn little guy isn't he?"

"You have no idea," Dean smirked at her.

Kim laughed and went about checking the monitors and then inspected his leg gently. She nodded and turned towards Dean. "Well he's doing great. I'm guessing he'll be waking up sometime during the middle of the night. Probably as soon as you fall asleep."

Dean laughed because that sounded exactly like his brother but the joke was on Sam. Dean wasn't falling asleep until Sam woke up. So he might as well get it over with.

"Okay, well I got to make my rounds, but you just push the red button if you need me. Bye bye now!" Kim waved before power walking out of the room. Dean found her strange but she was getting less annoying with each conversation.

Dean eyed Sam's face again and sort of smiled. He's spent his entire life honing in on Sam's every tic and expression so Dean's eyes caught the almost undetectable twitch of Sam's nose. The kid was finally waking up.

He was on his feet and leaning over Sam in mere seconds. "Sammy?" Dean called gently, "Time to wake up kid."

John stirred at the sound of Dean's movement and stared at his sons for a second. "He awake?"

"Soon." Dean said with confidence, "I'm giving it about two minutes."

Sure enough, with the help of Dean's guiding voice two and a half minutes later Sam's eyelids fluttered opened to reveal his blue-green orbs.

"Sammy!" Dean greeted him, "Welcome to the land of the living!"

"D'n…" Sam whispered weakly. For a second Dean just let the sound wash over him—calming him like it always does. Sammy was awake and needing him. That's when Dean is in his element.

"Don't try and talk kid, okay?" Dean instructed, "But yeah I'm here. Been here for hours actually. 'Bout time you woke your lazy ass up!"

Sam offered Dean a tiny smile, and Dean felt his world shift back into place. He repositioned himself until he was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. "You in a lot of pain?" He asked quickly.

Sam shook his head weakly no and that's what Dean expected. The kid was high as a kite right now on pain meds, and he doubted Sam will even remember this chat.

"S-sh'k…" Sam sputtered out in a jumbled mess. Dean knew what he was getting at though. He placed a gently hand on the kids forehead and brushed his bangs back out of his eyes. He really needed to give the kid a haircut. He was starting to look like a chick.

"I know Sammy but you're safe now." Dean promised, "You're safe."

Sammy offered up a tiny smile again and his eyelids dropped shut. This time Dean didn't try to rouse the kid. Sam needed his sleep. Instead, Dean turned his head to meet John's eyes. They sat in silence for a few seconds just taking in the moment. Sam had woken up. He was okay.

"I'm going to go the Nurse. Tell her Sam woke up." John said while shoving himself out of the chair. Dean only nodded and watched his dad leave the room. He stayed seated on the bed next to Sammy. Right where he belonged.

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