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I'M SO SUPER SORRY IT'S BEEN SO INCREDIBLY LONG I SUCK AND I HAVE NO REASON BESIDES I GOT DISTRACTED AND LAZY
But I'm back, I promise. I might still be a little slow, but not this slow.
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Also, sorry this is shorter. It'll get better, I promise. I'm sorry. I love you
Dean could hear Bobby swear over the phone, he was across the country right now and wouldn't be able to get there in time to help his boys personally. "Alright, I'll make some calls, see if there's anyone in the area" Bobby said after a few moments, hanging up before he cold hear Dean mutter"
"Bobby, I'm scared"
Listening to the monotone note on the phone meaning Bobby had hung up for a while, Dean eventually got up and moved back to where his brother was. "Alright, Sammy" He said, trying to act as if nothing was wrong, as if he'd gotten his strength back. He had to, in a sense. He was the one caring for Sam and Sam couldn't know that he was scared senseless right now. "Bobby's helping. We'll get you feeling better soon" He said, lifting Sam up from under his armpits. Thankfully the kid didn't puke again, his severe vertigo had subsided only slightly.
Sammy still wasn't feeling great, though. Leaning against Dean, the two shuffled back to the cleaner of the two beds and sat down, waiting for a second call from Bobby. Whining slightly, Sam pressed his face into Dean's chest, forcing Dean to sit and play with his hair to keep him as calm as possible. After fifteen minutes of impatiently waiting, the phone went off once more and left Sam whimpering. Without bothering to calm the younger boy in his arms, Dean jumped for the phone to answer.
"Hello?" He answered, a bit too excited. He waited another two seconds before Bobby answered, two seconds of silence that Dean really didn't like.
"Dean? I found someone. Names Richard. Said he'd take you two to the hospital." Bobby said, sounding a bit frustrated. "He owes me a favor. Anyway, he's forty minutes away, yeah?"
"Yes, Sir" Dean replied, nodding at the information. It wasn't ideal, he didn't know the person coming to bring them to the hospital, but they knew Bobby, owed him a favor. It was all he had, he had to put his trust in this. "Forty minutes, got it"
Behind the phone, Bobby nodded. He was in the middle of packing, getting a few things he might need before making a trip out cross country to see his boys. "Hey, Dean" He said right before he felt the boy about to hang up.
"Yeah?" He asked, leaning over the receiver of the phone, ready to hang up and keep Sam calm until someone came for them, but welcoming Bobby's voice at the same time.
"How's Sam?" His voice was lowered, worried and trusting of Dean's opinion. That kid knew Sam better than sam knew himself, he was in good hands with Dean.
Looking over at his kid brother, Dean sighed, running his hand through the younger's hair. "How're you doin' Sammy?" He asked, his words lighter and lacking the worry he was actually feeling. He was terrified, but he had to pretend he wasn't for Sam. Sam couldn't be afraid. He waited until he got a soft groan followed by a weak and obviously not so good " 'M good" before he responded to Bobby. "He's good."
Knock Knock Knock
Dean's gaze shot up towards the door. Richard, that guy who owed Bobby a favor, it had to be him. Sitting Sam up before laying him back down against the pillows, Dean slipped out from under him and grabbed the shotgun John had left him with. He couldn't ever be too careful, a lesson he'd been taught from a very early age.
Ready to shoot if he needed to, Dean slowly opened the door, facing a taller, somewhat larger man with two day old stubble and a dirty face. Not realizing he would be faced by a twelve year old ready to fire at him, the man, Richard frowned but held his arms up in surrender.
"Woah, hey there. I'm supposed to be giving you a ride. You've got a sick brother, yeah? Friend of Bobby's...somehow" he explained, looking down on the kid. He was protective, that was for sure, and fit the description he was given, but he was twelve. There was none such thing as twelve year old hunters, it was uncomfortable and wrong. Dean could sense this, and from the start knew he didn't like the man standing in front of him. He was their ride, though. He could see his large, red pickup truck sitting in the spot where the Impala sat a day ago. Grimacing, but eventually coming to, Dean closed the door most of the way and went to get Sam.
"Come on, Sammy" Dean said, helping Sammy up and off the bed. Still leaning heavily on him, but mildly upright, Dean walked with him until they got back to the door. A look telling the man not to say anything, Dean moved forward, closed the door, and headed towards the truck. Richard tried to help, but Dean wouldn't have any of it. He didn't want the man near his baby brother. Just because he had to trust this man didn't mean he had to trust him with Sam. The boy still looked miserable, and after a few attempts of getting the two of them in the cab of the truck, Dean finally got it and Sam resting against him.
It was small and cramped and smelled like stale french fries. Sam didn't like it, and neither did Dean. "Just...make it quick" He said, playing with Sam's hair as he kid groaned and slumped against him. Richard nodded and turned on the car, music blaring as the engine fired up. Whimper coming from Sam, Dean nearly pulled the radio out. He settled for turning the volume all the way down very quickly and very angrily. "And quiet" He added, growling at the other.
It was almost an hour before they got to the closest hospital. It was too hot, too tense, too filled with Sam trying to be strong and Dean seeing straight past it, making him worry more. Deciding that this was pointless, Dean slipped one arm under Sam's legs, the other behind his back, kicking the door open before walking into the emergency room with Sam. It was more difficult than he imagined, but Sam was still small enough for Dean to be able to cary, even if it was awkward.
"It's okay, Sam. We're here, we'll get you back and ready to go in no time" He whispered to him, finding the front desk and demanding that someone get him a doctor right now.
"Are you their father?" the nurse asked, causing Dean to turn around and growl. "No" He spat, his face softening only after he saw the look on the nurse's face. Sighing, Dean shook his head. "He's a family friend, he drove us here." he said, looking back down at Sammy for a minute. "Can we get him to see a doctor now? Or at least get him a wheelchair or something?" Dean nearly begged, allowing himself to look a little more scared and sad in hopes that it would get Sam seeing someone sooner.
After the bitchy nurse and Dean finished a short stare off, a stretcher was brought into the room and Dean and Sam were brought back to another room behind two swinging doors.
"Allergies?" He was asked.
"Penicillin" Dean responded automatically. A pen scribbled against a piece of paper on a clip board.
"Age?"
"Seven"
"Name?"
"Sam"
"Last name?" Dean paused. Was he supposed to tell their last name? They didn't have insurance, he knew that. Would Dad get mad? He really didn't want to deal with that. But if he gave a fake name, would he be mad? A bit nervous, and unable to properly decide what he wanted to say, Dean spat out the first last name he could think of.
"Singer"
"Sam Singer? Age seven, allergic to penicillin?" It sounded weird, but Dean had to go with it. They could be Singer's, Bobby wouldn't mind. He couldn't now, it's what Dean had said.
"Yes ma'am" Dean nodded, staying close to his brother, holding his hand to let him know he was still there, not caring if the nurse was giving him strange looks.
"And your name?"
"Dean" He said quickly, nodding and looking up at the woman.
"Dean..." Dean nodded again "Where do you live?"
"We're on vacation. Dad had a business trip"
"Where do you live?"
"We were staying at the Motel. The Riverside Motel" The nurse hummed and nodded, a small pout on her face as she wrote down the rest of the information.
"Your father?"
"Business trip"
"Where?"
"Don't remember."
"Who was staying with you?"
"The guy who drove us, Richard." He said, annoyed that he didn't look old enough to care for the two of them by himself. He was, and he had been for a while. He'd been taking care of Sam on overnight trips for a little over a year now. It wasn't the best situation, but it was better than being dumped with Bobby or some other hunter for days on end. At least he had his freedom.
"Have you called your dad?"
"I think Bobby called him"
"Bobby?" Shit. Dean, get your shit together. You were making this too complicated. Sam needed help. Give straight, quick answers, get Sammy the help he needed. He needed it, and you needed as little drama as possible.
"My Uncle"
"Would you like to call your father?"
"I'd like to get Sam a doctor" Dean responded, now quite upset that she hadn't asked about the kid yet. She was probably only here for insurance reasons, or worse, a social worker. He'd heard that's what happens when there's not an actual parent or something with the kids. He should have pretended he was closer to Richard. Shit, this was all his fault.
A frown on the lady's face because she'd just been talked down to by a kid, she sighed. "Doctor will be with you shortly" She said, filling some more things on her clip board. "What's wrong with Sam, anyway?"
"I'd rather talk to someone who'd do something about it" Dean spat, tightening his hold on Sam's hand as he moaned lightly at the commotion. It stayed silent for half a minute before a doctor walked in, all smiles. Probably because he was told he was dealing with kids. Doctors thought that just because they smiled that kids automatically thought everything would be alright. How much he'd love to tell the man to stow his shit, that that shit didn't work on him, he was smarter than that.
"Well, what's happened here?" He asked, moving to Sam, taking a few rubber gloves out of the box in the corner, snapping them at the ends.
"He's sick. He's dizzy and can't really walk. He threw up a few times and said his ears were ringing. He can't have penicillin and isn't really in the mood to talking a lot" Dean said, shrugging. "At least, he's a lot more likely to moan at you than actually use words" He clarified.
The doctor nodded, doing a rather long but relatively routine check over on Sam. After he was finished he sighed and looked towards Dean. "We're going to bring him in to run some tests, alright?"
"What kind of tests?" Dean demanded, straightening his back and standing up, frowning at the other.
"Standard tests" He said shortly, not trusting a kid as short as Dean to know what the different tests were, nor did he want to take the time to try and explain it all to him. "You'll have to wait outside until he's finished"
"Wait-wha?" He asked, frowning and moving towards Sam, though he was pushed away as Sam was wheeled out the door. Dean fought, and pushed past the doctor to be with his brother. Sam was sick, Sam was scared, Sam needed Dean and Dean needed Sam. They couldn't take him away like that, it wasn't fair, it wasn't okay. Dean had to protect him, how was he going to do that with his brother somewhere he didn't know? He couldn't do it, he wouldn't allow it.
The boy heard someone call for help, but he didn't care, he was next to Sam again. "You hear that? Just some tests and then we'll know what's wrong and it'll be-" But someone had touched his shoulder.
"Son, you've got to let him be. Your brother needs to get tests to know if we can make him better. You want him to get better, don't you?"
"Don't talk down to me" Dean demanded, turning around to see a male nurse trying to talk to him.
"I'm not, but you can't-"
"Don't tell me that. He needs me, I'm his brother!" Dean said, getting angry with the man. This continued until they reached the end of the hall, where Dean wasn't allowed to go past. He put up a good fight, the best one he had to keep with his brother, but eventually he was overpowered. He'd started a ruckus, chaos that would have to be thinned out eventually. Dean didn't' care, though. His Sam was being taken away from him, and that wasn't acceptable. He fought as long as he could, until eventually he had three men holding him from entering that door and finding Sam, screaming "He's my brother! Let me go! Let. Me. Go! He needs me!"