Chapter 3
Fantastic!
Sam watched as Dean rapidly rolled away from him.
His finger tips, which hadn't left the top of the stretcher for the last 30 minutes,
fell off the cool metal corner of the bed where the paper didn't touch. A doctor who had slid in front of him, preventing him from guarding his brother's body while he was sick.
"We need to treat him first, you will be able to see him in a mom…"He didn't wait for the man's words to cease as he pushed the doctor aside.
He needed to get to Dean.
Sam trailed along behind Dean until he saw his sibling's feet disappear into a room at the end of the yawning hallway.
Practically stumbling the whole length to his brothers new home for the next few days.
When he failed to calm himself Sam walked in anyway, just in time to see the doctor putting medicine in his I.V.
Dean's placidness was almost tangible, he tried to feed of his brother's bland expression.
Envying his complete control when he new just how terrified he really was.
Then he answered for the doctor when Dean asked "What did you do?" his voice blended but still the calmness stayed. He was close to sounding unconcerned.
"Dean, it's just Xanax.
It will help you calm down," though he didn't know if he could get any calmer then he already was.
"Sam, I know what freaking Xanax ix. Don't waste your damn breath," Dean mumbled grumpily. Sam knew he was trying to make it easier for him.
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
A laugh started to worm its way to his heart but stopped himself, remembering where he was and why he was here.
"Everything is going to be fine, I promise."
"Dean's gaze softened and he sighed "I know," his eyes drooped heavily and closed.
And as soon as his breath evened out into sleep he twitched and his eyes flew open, revealing a pair of golden colored snake eyes.
Not that brilliant green he knew so well.
"Dean?" He stepped back as Dean turned over on the stretcher and crouched on his hands and knees.
Head swaying, and eyes flicking up and down his body.
Sizing him up.
His brother arched his back and hissed when Sam's foot inched closer.
Dean's jaws held two fangs as long as a tiger's.
He suddenly grew haunches and leaped.
Teeth bared and his hands [now paws],that carried five giant claws in each one, aimed at his throat.
Sam dodged the death blow but suffered from the claws that pierced and ripped the skin at his arm.
He bit back a yowl of pain, not wanting to bring any attention.
It would be complicated to have to explain why his brother now looked more like a rabid cat then human. Even harder since he didn't have any clue himself.
Dean wiggled his haunches and growled when Sam lifted his head.
The tiny knives clanked on the floor as he padded in circles around him.
Mumbling things that didn't have anything to do with what was happening.
It sounds like Dean.
Dean reached down into his boot that somehow was still managing to hang off his hind paws and pulled out the small apical blade that his shoe always burdened.
He flung himself at Sam once again. Dean was clumsy on his big paws and ended in only nicking his cheek.
Sam spun around and banged his brother in the head before he could turn to lash out again.
Dean fell to the ground with a thump.
Guilt danced in his throat. Fluttering it's butterfly wings.
Sam gently raised Dean into his arms and placed him back on the stretcher.
He went to dress his wounds with the material that lay scattered on the tables surrounding the head of his brother's bed.
Sam still dripped over the hate that had stared intensely back at him.
Sam glanced over his shoulder to see Dean had returned back to normal.
A nurse came in to check on them.
Her brows a reddish mesh beneath her bangs.
"Everything alright?"
He shifted his feet and levered his head up.
Smiling he forced out a nearly cheerful
"It's fantastic!"