Hey, new chapter up really quickly because I wrote it in class, I went through and tried to fix all the autocorrect errors and such, but if any slipped through, I'm sorry. Enjoy!
Of course it happened again. And again. The fourth time was when Dean finally dragged Sam to a doctor. Sam sulked in the waiting room of the clinic. "I'm fine, Dean, I just get migraines."
"Migraines that have you unconscious and bleeding?"
Sam didn't say anything.
A moment later, the door opened. "Mr. Winters?"
They both stood up and made their way over to the man who looked to be about thirty. "I'm Dr. Jackman. How can I help you boys today?"
"My little brother Sam has been having migraines that give him nose bleeds and make him pass out."
The doctor nodded as they entered the exam room. "Well, I'll take a look, but we'll probably need to take a CT scan to see if there are any abnormalities in his brain."
Dean nodded. Sam sat on the exam table, looking pissed. He glared at Dean the entire time he was being checked out. When the doctor left for a moment, Dean said, "Okay, chill with the bitch face. We need to make sure you're okay."
Sam didn't respond, just stared at the wall. Almost 14, he was constantly withdrawn and moody. Dean chalked it up to teenage hormones, but sometimes it pissed him off. "Don't let your face freeze that way."
If looks could kill, Dean would be dead fifty times over. He sighed. The room was tense and silent until the doctor came back in. "Alright, let's get the scan done so we can figure out what's causing this. Sam, if you'll follow me."
Sam hopped off the table and followed Dr. Jackman out of the room. Dean busied himself with a sports magazine until they returned, a half hour later.
Sam still looked annoyed as he sat back down on the table. Dr Jackman turned to face Dean. "So I looked over the scans, and I didn't find anything out if the ordinary. I think Sam is suffering from severe migraines, but nothing more serious than that. Our bodies can do strange things while we're in pain. I'm going to write you a prescription for medication to deal with the migraine when they happen, and that should help with the migraines effects. If you want to look into this further, I would suggest going to a neurologist, but as I said, I don't see anything abnormal on the scans."
Dean nodded and took the prescription from the doctor. "Thanks."
"You're welcome." The doctor nodded and left the room. Sam hopped down from the table. "Can we go now?"
Dean nodded, feeling mildly defeated. "Yeah, let's get this filled and head back to the motel room." He had been hoping they'd find something, just so they'd be able to make Sam better. Watching his little brother in pain was pure torture, especially when he knew there was nothing he could do about it. He hoped that the medication would help.
It did help at first. It didn't stop the headaches completely, but it helped. Slowly, though, the medicine began to have less effect. It started with the light and sound sensitivity returning, followed by the nausea and nosebleeds. Sam tried to pretend he was fine when John was home, but when it was just him and Dean, he let dean help him as much as he could. More often than not, it was holding Sam's hair back from his sweaty face as he threw up, wiping the blood from his face, and making sure all the lights were off and any sounds were as quiet as he could get them. They only happened about once or twice a month, but when they hit, they were rough. But Sam was a Winchester, and Winchesters were strong. Dean admired the way Sam dealt with the pain and didn't let the headaches slow him down. As Sam got older and the distance between them got farther, the one thing that Sam could still rely on was that Dean would always be there to help him.
Sorry the ending is really corny, I wrote this in class.