AN: Thanks for the amazing reviews and sorry for the terribly long wait, life has been well…busy to say the least. Thanks to TammiTam for reminding me I still had to update this! Enjoy.
Time almost seemed to stand still as Dean felt Sam crumple in his arms and slide towards the floor. His instincts overriding the numbness he felt, he gripped his brother to stop him hitting the floor and stumbled with the weight as he tried to keep Sam upright.
This was bad. His heart pounded relentlessly as he shifted Sam's limp form upwards and quickly pressed his fingers against his neck, relieved when he found there was still a pulse.
But his brother needed a hospital and he needed one now. He knew broken ribs and coughing up blood meant a collapsed lung and Sam would suffocate or bleed out if he didn't get him help. An ambulance would take too long now.
"C'mon Sam." He said tapping his brother lightly, hoping for some response, groan, anything. But he was met but a deafening silence. He swallowed the lump that was gathering in his throat and heaved Sam up again, dragging him over to the open passenger seat door.
He could feel sweat beading on his forehead as he heaved his brother's 6'4" frame into the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt, hands fumbling. He checked his brother over again quickly, grimacing at his pallid complexion and the streaks of red still marring the side of his face. No matter how many times he saw Sam hurt or bleeding he'd never get used to it, that feeling of failure and panic would never disappear.
He shut the passenger door and ran around the front of the car, sliding into the driver's seat, shutting the door, starting the engine and pulling out with a squeal of tires and the roar of the exhaust.
He sped along the road, hands on the steering wheel in a white knuckle grip, jaw set, teeth clenched and pulse racing. He glanced across at Sam then back to the road, driving then back at Sam each time feeling a wave of relief when he saw his brother was still breathing.
He was pushing the car to well above 90 and he knew if he got pulled over now he'd be screwed but he needed to help Sam. This was something he couldn't fix.
He turned left and saw the signpost for the hospital up ahead and swallowed hard. "Nearly there Sammy." He said, his voice sounding strained and constricted.
He saw the hospital up ahead and slammed the car to a halt at the entrance for once not caring if the car would get towed. He scrambled out of the car, killing the engine and looked back at his brother hesitant whether to try to move Sam himself or to go and get help. He didn't have time for this!
Making up his mind, he sprinted through the automatic doors through to the ER. Barging past the milling crowds of people he looked around frantically for a white coat, a pair of scrubs, anything to signify someone that worked here, someone who could help.
Finally he managed to spot a doctor standing at the front desk handing a chart to a receptionist and he ran over, knocking past several people as he went but not really noticing, he just knew he had to help Sam.
"Excuse me? Excuse me please, you have to help me brother." He started, the doctor turning around noting the blood stains on Dean's shirt and his rain soaked clothes.
"Please, he's outside and he can't breathe. He got hit by a car." Dean realised he was begging but he didn't care, he needed help for Sam and he needed it now. The doctor immediately turned to the nurse asking for a gurney.
"Show me." He said shortly as Dean began to run ahead, the doctor following him outside the doors to where the Impala was parked. He could see Sam still slumped in the passenger seat, head resting on his shoulder. Dean felt his stomach drop as he saw Sam, he hadn't moved since he had parked the car.
"Has he been conscious at all?" The doctor asked, opening the door and pressing two fingers to Sam's wrist. Dean swallowed struggling to get his words out, his mouth felt like sandpaper.
"Y..yeah he woke up for a bit but then he passed out and he hasn't been awake since." Dean said, watching the doctor's every move as he assessed his brother, a frown developing on his features. Nurses appeared with a gurney and it was a flurry of movement as Dean was pushed further and further away from his brother.
In a rush Sam was wheeled away, a mask covering his face and a crowd of nurses and doctors along with him leaving Dean alone in the parking lot, blood smeared across his shirt and the rain fell softly.
He needed Sammy to be okay. Stanford had been bad enough but at least he had known that Sam was away somewhere else, safe. He couldn't face losing Sam forever.
He needed to call Dad.
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Sam felt hands on him, cold and intruding. The touches were rough and probing. He was cold. He was lying on something hard and he could feel something over his face.
Each strangled breath he tried to draw caused a searing hot spike of agony to rush through his chest. He wanted Dean. Where was Dean?
He tried to call out for him but nothing but a small moan passed his lips. Someone was calling his name but it wasn't Dean.
His head was pounding and the hands were moving again, touching. He shuddered and swallowed with difficulty. The demon, he had to stop it. Why couldn't he move? Something was holding him down.
He felt his heart rate begin to fasten as he tried to move but was met only with resistance. He moaned again, chest throbbing, head spinning and stomach churning. He needed to stop it, he needed Dean. He had to get out of here.
His stomach lurched again dangerously and he felt saliva pooling in his mouth as his stomach flopped again. His body trembled as he struggled to hold back the inevitable. Before he could do anything vomit was rushing up his throat as he heaved violently, choking as it clogged his throat. Gasping, choking, coughing, agony before he was rolled to the side and the pain became too much.
Then everything went black again.
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Dean pressed the phone to his ear and held his breath, resting his head against the cool metal of the payphone he waited as the phone rang.
He couldn't rid himself of the image of Sam, crumpled and bleeding on the roadside. It made his stomach turn and his chest felt tight at the thought of Sam lying in that ditch, hurting and alone.
The phone rang twice more and Dean waited for the familiar voicemail he would probably hear. It still came as a shock everytime his father actually picked up the phone. He waited, heart pounding as the phone rang before a click and a gruff "Dean?"
"Dad." Dean breathed, gripping the phone tightly, knuckles white as he struggled to keep everything in.
"Did you find him?" John asked. Dean could hear traffic in the background and he knew his Dad was in the truck. He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face.
"Yeah…I found him." Dean answered weakly, finding himself unable to continue speaking. There was a pause and he could tell his father was hesitating before answering.
"Is he okay? Where was he?" He asked quickly and Dean swallowed hard.
"He…he's not okay. He had a vi…we're at the hospital. Hit and Run…It's not good Dad." Dean said, catching his error and hoping his Dad hadn't noticed. The whole vision thing was another bombshell that needed to be dropped but he knew that was something Sam would want to do-if he made it through this that was.
"Shit…I…I'll get there as soon as I can." John answered and Dean was aware of how old and tired he sounded.
"Thanks." Dean answered, trying to keep the waver out of his voice as John disconnected the call and Dean stood there, phone still in his hand. The dial tone resounded in his ear and he let out a long sigh.
He needed Sam to be okay, he needed all of this to just disappear. He'd just gotten his brother back and having him there with him again made him realise just how much he had missed him whilst he was in Stanford. Sure it wasn't how it used to be but it was getting there and the important thing was that he had his brother back. He couldn't lose him again. Not when he had their father back and there was hope for them being a family again.
Dean was pulled out of his spiraling thoughts by someone calling his name. Initially he thought it was his father but the rational part of his brain reasoned that he couldn't have arrived here this quickly. He turned around and found the doctor from earlier standing in front of him.
He immediately felt like all the air had vanished from the room and the whole universe was hanging upon the man's next few words.
"I've been treating your brother and judging by initial tests, we've found that Sam will need emergency surgery. The impact of the car caused several ribs to break and unfortunately one has punctured his left lung. Although, only a small puncture it is causing pressure to build within the pleural cavity and if we don't correct this then…" The doctor trailed off and Dean felt his stomach churn and he needed something to grip onto.
"But…if you do this…he'll be okay right?" Dean asked, trying to keep the waver out of his voice.
"Providing everything goes smoothly he should make a full recovery, he's dislocated his shoulder but we've reset that and he has a concussion and some bruising but otherwise, considering the circumstances he's a lucky man." He said with a soft smile. Dean nodded jerkily although he couldn't see anything lucky in this situation.
He'd let Sam down, he'd let him get hurt.
"Can I see him before?" Dean asked. The doctor frowned, studying the man in front of him before sighing.
"You can see him for a few minutes, but only a few. We need to prep him for surgery." The doctor said and Dean nodded allowing the doctor to show him down the corridor and in front of the room's door.
"We'll be coming in soon to get him ready." He said and Dean bobbed his head in response before the doctor left, leaving Dean alone. Letting out a long breath, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Sam was lying stretched out on the bed, a mask covered his face and bandages marred the side of his head, the white standing out starkly against his dark hair. He was pale and bruises stood out vividly. He looked a mess.
"Sam." Dean whispered as he took a seat next to his brother and slipped a hand inside of his.
Sam didn't twitch or respond and Dean sighed.
"I'm sorry Sam. This is my fault I should've…I'm sorry." Dean whispered, feeling heat building in his eyes but he blinked it away. He stared down at the bedsheets and swallowed hard.
"Just…promise me you'll be okay. I'll see you later, I promise I'll be there when you wake up. We'll get this demon Sam, you'll be okay, we'll be okay." He said, giving his brother's huge, limp hand a squeeze. He could see the doctor hovering in the doorway and he nodded.
He stood up and sighed, brushing the hair away from Sam's forehead.
"Don't try anything stupid Sam, or I will kick your ass." He said, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.
He turned around and walked out of the room, allowing the doctors to do what they had to and praying that everything would be alright.
A/N Sorry if that was awful, I'm running on very little sleep lol better stuff to come I promise!