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Previously on Supernatural-"Morning Dean, I just thought I'd stop by and see how my patient was doing before I went home and got some sleep." Vonnie replied. "Sam feeling better this morning?"

"Wh-What?" Dean asked.

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"What do you mean patient? What's wrong with Sammy?" Dean worriedly asked glancing back at the house.

"You didn't know about the burns on Sam's hands?" Vonnie gasped. "I'm sorry Dean, I just assumed you…"

"Sam burnt his hands?" Dean broke in. "How the hell did he manage that?"

"Bobby said he grabbed one of the pipes from a pipe organ on a hunt for a killer clown of all things." Vonnie filled in.

"The rakshasa?" Dean muttered clinching his fists as a wave of anger rushed over him. "Are you telling me that Sam got hurt on a hunt two days ago?!"

"You really didn't know?" Vonnie asked.

"I'm gonna kick his a$$!" Dean hollered. He turned and started toward the house ignoring Vonnie's shouts to stop. Taking the porch steps two at a time Dean stomped across the porch only to be stopped by a hand on his chest. "Get outta the way, Bobby" he growled glaring at the older man.

"Not gonna happen Dean" Bobby gruffly replied. "I ain't letting you anywhere near Sam until you calm down."

"Move or be moved." Dean threatened.

"Try it and you'll find yourself flat on your back before you can say 'uncle'" Bobby fired back.

"Alright guys, let's just take a step back and calm down." Vonnie interjected as she walked up between the two men and put a hand on their shoulders. She waited until she had both hunters attention before continuing. "Now, here's what's going to happen. Dean, you and I are going to go sit in the porch swing and have a little talk."

"What if I don't want to?" Dean huffed.

"Tough" Vonnie answered with a grin before turning to address the older man. "Go ahead inside and see about Sam Bobby. I'll deal with this one."

"You sure?" Bobby asked.

"Positive" Vonnie replied motioning for him to go. Once the front door shut she took Dean by the arm and led him to the swing on the left side of the porch. Taking a seat the nurse patted the spot next to her smiling as the hunter glared at her before sitting down. "Good. Now wanna tell me what's got you so worked up?"

"What do you think?" Dean scoffed. "Sam burns his hands on a hunt two days ago and the little shit doesn't say a word to me about…"

"He didn't say" Vonnie repeated her voice rising with each word. "Dean, when has Sam ever had to tell you he was hurt? You've always known when that boy was sick or hurt. Even when he got older and tried to hide it Sam could never fool you. You always saw right through him."

"Yeah, well not this time." Dean growled staring down at his hands.

"And why is that? What made this time so different?" the nurse prodded.

"Cause we haven't been around each other, okay!" Dean hollered. "I've haven't seen much of him since, since the ac…, the hunt. I've been out here working on the impala while Sam's inside doing whatever it is he does when we're not working."

"I'm not buying it, Dean. You called me from Palo Alto at least twice asking me to call and check up on Sam because he looked like he was getting sick." Vonnie gently reminded. "You hadn't been around him at all then but you still knew something was wrong after one glance. What's really going on?"

"I just, I, I don't" Dean stammered still looking down. "I just can't deal with him right now. He's always wanting to talk and I can't. I just can't and I can't make him understand that."

"Oh, he understands, honey." Vonnie assured the young man beside her. She tenderly cupped his cheek smiling as he glanced up at her in confusion. "That's part of the reason Sam didn't tell you about his hands; he knows you're dealing with a lot right now and he didn't want to add to it."

"He said that?" Dean softly asked.

"Not quite that way, but yes he did" Vonnie said.

Dean silently stared off into the junkyard thinking over what the nurse had said. A couple of minutes later he sat up nodding his head. "Thanks, Vonnie" he whispered as he stood and offered her a hand getting up. "Come on, we better go rescue Bobby from Sam before the kid drives him crazy."

Upstairs

Sam slowly opened his eyes frowning as he took in the empty bed in front of him. Shaking his head he reached up to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"Don't do that Sam" Bobby ordered walking into the room. "No using your hands, remember?"

"Sorry" Sam muttered. He levered himself up on his elbows struggling to sit the rest of the way up.

Seeing the boy's plight Bobby walked over to the bed and pulled Sam up to lean against the headboard. "That better?" he asked.

"Yeah, thanks Bobby" Sam replied with a grin. Kicking the blankets off his legs he looked at the older man in shock. "Bobby, what happened to my…oh God! Please tell me you didn't." he groaned.

"I did" Bobby admitted chuckling at Sam's red face. "Don't know what the big deal is. I've dressed and undressed you more times than I can count."

"Bobby!" Sam shouted turning even redder. Wanting to get out of the room before Bobby could say anything else Sam threw his legs over the side of the bed and shakily stood.

"And just where do you think you're going?" Bobby asked as he wrapped an arm around the younger man's waist to steady him.

"I've gotta go to the bathroom." Sam replied as they shuffled out of the room and into the hall. "So, if you'll excuse me…"

"Sorry Sam. Afraid you're stuck with me for a while." Bobby said.

"No, no way, You are not helping me with that. " Sam adamantly stated attempting to pull himself out of Bobby's grasp. "I can manage just fine on my own, thank you very much."

"Sam, what part of you cannot use your hands do you not understand?" Bobby gruffly asked. "Look I know this isn't easy for you. It's not a bed of roses for me either. But the fact of the matter is that you're going to need help until the doc gives the okay for you to use your hands. Now quit your hedging and come on."

"No Bobby" Sam whispered. "I'll be really careful just please let me do it myself."

"Sorry Sam" Bobby replied, "But I…"

"It's okay Bobby" Dean called as he came down the hall. "I've got him." Gently taking Sam's arm he led his brother into the bathroom and shut the door.