Dean's eyes flew open and he tried to climb out of bed. "Hey, easy there." John pulled a wheelchair to Dean's bedside. Dean reluctantly sat in it. John hurried through the hospital. He stopped right outside a room. The curtains on the window were drawn and the two Winchesters could see in. Dean gasped at the sight of his younger brother. He was blue, everything. His skin, his lips, even his nails were tinted blue. Silent tears fell down his face. Dean couldn't watch anymore, the sight was too much. His eyes wondered and they landed on a calendar hanging next to the window. Dean's eyes widened.
"Dad what day is it?"
"Friday." Dean nearly fell out of his wheelchair. They had gone out on the hunt, on Tuesday night.
"What day did you find me?"
"Wednesday." Dean almost fell over again. "So Sammy has been missing since Wednesday?" John hung his head.
"Yes." Dean's eyes widened in shock. How could a simple wendigo hunt go so bad? Dean's vision became blurry and tears rolled down his checks. Hey prayed that Sammy would live.
A nurse rushed into Sam's room with an armful of thermal blankets. Soon after the doctor shouted for warm fluids and a nurse ran out of the room.
"What's his temp?" The head doctored asked.
"It's at 86 degrees, Doctor."
"Good it's going up. This kid is fighting."
"Now it's 87."
"Good, let's keep it going up."
Dean and John watched helplessly as the doctors and nurses worked on Sam. Dean looke dup at his Dad, tears filled his eyes. John wiped them away and placed a warm hand on Dean's shoulder. Even just that small gesture made Dean feel a little better. More nurses rushed in and the doctor began giving orders.
"His temp is up to 98. Time to get to work. Continue compressions until the crash cart gets here." Seconds later it was rushed in. Dean sat up straighter and watched them try to shock his brother to life.
"Clear…..Charging….Clear….Charging…..Clear….." Dean heard the sweetest sound ever. Beep…Beep…Beep…
Tears of joy fell from Dean's eyes. His baby brother's heart was beating again and that is all that matters. John gripped on Dean's shoulder tightened a little. And Dean realized his father was only staying upright because of his grip on Dean's shoulder. The two eldest Winchesters shared a crimson smile and then turned their attention back to Sam. A doctor was headed their way.
"Sam is very lucky. His heart and lungs are functioning properly. Because of the cold temperatures, when his heart stopped his organs were preserved. Now we just need to watch for brain damage." Turning to Dean, the doctor spoke again. "You were not clinically dead for as long, so there is a higher chance for Sam to have brain damage. But we won't know until he is awake. We will be settling him into a joined room and you will be moved in there too." With a slight nod the doctor left.
"Brain damage?" Dean breathed out. He couldn't wrap his head around Sammy having brain damage.
"We will deal with anything thrown our way." John reassured Dean. "Now you need to get some sleep." Before Dean could protest John continued. "Sam won't be awake for a while, and you need your sleep."
When Dean woke up, he was in a bigger room and Sam's bed was next to his. John sat in a chair between the two beds. He held onto Sam's hand. Dean smiled at the sight; it took a tragedy for John to show how much he loved his boys. Dean sat up and John looked at him.
"Morning Ace."
"What it's morning already?"
"Yeah, you've been out for thirteen hours." Dean's mouth hung up. "You needed it."
"How's he?"
"No change." Dean slipped from his bed and walked on shaky legs to Sam's bed side. He leaned real close and whispered so John wouldn't hear.
"Sammy, I need you to wake up. I need you. C'mon man, you can't sleep forever. Seriously, I need you to wake up. I need my pain in the ass little brother." A tear fell onto Sam's face. Dean carefully wiped it away and stood up. John cleared his throat.
"I'm going to grab a cup of coffee." Dean nodded and took his father's spot. He slid his hand into Sam's and gazed out the window. Dean was reminiscing on the good times he and Sam have had. He jumped when Sam's hand wrapped around his. He looked up and met Sam's hazel cloudy eyes.
"Hey Sam." Dean swallowed back his emotions. "How are you doing?"
"M-m-my h-head h-h-hurts."
"I'm going to grab a doctor, ok?" Sam nodded slightly. While Dean grabbed a doctor, Sam tried to make sense of what had happened. Then he remembered the hunt and the ice and freaking out because he couldn't find Dean.
"Hey Sammy, this doctor is going to take you and run a few tests." Dean squeezed Sam's hand and then let go. Sam let his eyes drift closed again. Sam awoke to voices.
"There is no sign of brain damage. He is very lucky. Your sons can be released on Monday."
"Thank you, doctor."
Despite the Winchester's bad luck, both boys were going to live with no permanent damage.