Authors Note: In a review by sammygirl1963 she asked about another chapter so I couldn't really turn her down so here's the other chapter, the boys getting out of the hospital going to some random ass motel dealing like they normally do. Hurt/comfort. Hope I satisfy you sammygirl1963. This will be in Dean's POV as well because most stories I write end up in Sam's so I decided to focus on Dean more hope ya'll don't kill me. I almost made a twist so hope ya enjoy. Thanx Charity.
The drive back to their original motel was uncomfortable not just because he wasn't the one driving or he had to sit in a cramped back seat of a cab with his gigantor little brother…it was too quiet. There was no rock music blaring out the speakers to drown out his thoughts, Sam wasn't asking him 20 questions. It was just so unfamiliar. He signed himself out AMA a long time ago but he waited until the Doctor said Sam was clear and ready to travel again. He knew they wouldn't be able to jump back into the save the world scene anytime soon. Sam had trouble just opening doors he sighed as he looked over at Sam again. He seemed unfazed by the whole ordeal; the only time he slipped up was when he first initially saw Sam awake. Sam seemed to mumble off apologies and was staring at him as if he was would vanish. After he detoured the subject Sam shut up about it all quickly putting on a mask. He curses at how well he taught the kid.
Sam should be grieving, Sam should be feeling pain, Sam should be able to express feelings normally. Not like this stoic robot that sits adjacent to him.
He felt the cab ease to a halt as they pulled up next to the cub of the parking lot. He cracked his neck muscles as he dug around in his back pockets for some change. I'm guessing that to reach the cell phone to call 911 he had to reach around his body with his right hand and that caused him to dislocate his shoulder. The Doctors voice rang in his ears, as he reached for money with his right hand. Sammy did this for you.
"Are you gonna give the cab driver his money or what Dean?"
Dean looked over to see a very grumpy Sam and he figured he already pissed him off for one day drawing that rabbit on his cast. "Yeah." He replied quickly as he dug the change out and laid it in the waiting hands of the cab driver.
He casually got out of the cab as he strolled over to the other side opening the door for his brother. "Want me to carry you in too princess?"
"Bite me." Sam growled.
Dean smiled as he pulled Sam's casted arm up and heaved his brother out of the cab. "Come on it's a limited time offer." He whined but Sam was already strolling away toward the door. "You're not going to get far if you can't open doors." Dean muttered under his breath as he began a slow pace toward the door. The sky was a gloomy grey as if it almost would rain in any second. The humidity was to die for and all he was looking forward to is a cool air conditioned room and knocking Sam out with pain killer's because he definitely wasn't in any mood to deal with Sam's new attitude.
He regrets it with all his heart that he somehow managed to create a clone him. He knew it was to blame for him going to hell and that was some time ago but Sam really hasn't been the same since then.
He quickly hid his frown and put on a smile as he got to the door. "So how was your day?" He joked as he slowly opened the door with his key, pushing it open. He didn't even get a scowl as Sam brushed past him and landed on the bed with a grimace.
"Before you go drool on the pillows you need to take your meds." Dean quickly said as he dug through the medication that was prescribed to Sam. "Come on Sam I mean it." He ordered. He looked closely at the bottles to read what they were and smirked. The good stuff.
He looked over to still see Sam in the same position as earlier but knowing the kid head to toe he knew he wasn't asleep anything but. His breathing was irregular, his fists were clenched in the pillows and he kept moving his feet back and forth. "What's wrong with you lately?"
"Does being in a car accident count?" Sam's mumbled out.
"Not that I mean your attitude. Jesus I'm trying to help Sam I'm doing my best." Dean just stood their with arms outstretched. Ever since they left that damn hospital Sam receded in on himself and decided it was treat Dean like crap day. Well it doesn't work that way, that clause isn't a two-way street.
"I know you are." He watched as Sam tried his best to turn himself around he figured trying to help would just make the situation worse so he let it go.
"Then what's wrong, what's with the pmsing all of the sudden?"
"You don't understand." Sam turned his head away as tears threatened to fall.
"Then make me." He ground back; he slowly walked over to the bed and eased himself down next to Sam at the first sight of tears. He hesitated to offer a comforting hand because in reality he didn't understand. He had no clue what was going through Sam's mind and probably never will.
"I swerved out of the way to not hit a bunny." Sam almost choked on the sentence.
"Is that what this is about the whole car accident? He asked with a slight laugh. "Sam I told you in the hospital everything was ok and that I wasn't mad…" Sam stopped him as more silent tears fell.
"I didn't swerve well enough."
Then it dawned on him that Sam tried his best to not hit the rabbit but try as he might he hit it anyway and the swerving had then gotten them in a car accident. Oh Sammy.
"Sammy is that what you're beating yourself up about? We can't save everything Sam and you tried and somewhere in little rabbit heaven the rabbit knows you at least tried and that's good enough." He finally gave in and put a hand on Sam's back and held it there for a moment. Sam was so distraught because he killed a rabbit. He could remember times like this when they were kids when Sam was emotional to kill a fly. Maybe Sam was the Same Sam.
Same Sam or not he's still your brother.
The pain in the ass, gentle giant, which totally caught him off guard and got him to tell a story about rabbit heaven. Only for Sam.
"Dean?"
He could hear the scared little voice after a nightmare and he could see Sam's eye's all red and puffy. Crying over killing a rabbit. Only Sam.
"Yeah Sam."
"You're a dork." Sam snickered out as he was left mouth agape. "Oh and Dean?"
"Yes." He said strained because that bottle of whiskey he had stashed sure was sounding good about now.
"Could you stop touching me?"
Dean's face turned red as he realized his hand was still on his brothers back. Damn he's been getting me all night, but oh the wonders of pain killers.
"Alright you had enough excitement for one night time for some pain killers and sweet dreams of rabbit heaven." He smiled as Sam's permanent frown now a days turned into a smile.
"Thanks Dean."
"Your welcome." He handed Sam the medication without argument and he went digging for his bottle of whiskey hoping his own dream could be filled with a rabbit heaven.
