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4.
Sam was sitting five feet away from the room, he was too scared to go much further away in case Dean woke up or something, his head was resting on his hands as tears dripped down on to his shoes. He didn't even care about crying in public right now, the doctor's words had finally hit home and he realised how much damage he had actually caused Dean. His older brother would never be able to see again. The news was going to kill Dean, and it would be all Sam's fault.
'Sammy?' Bobby sank down to his haunches beside him, placing a gentle hand on his knee, squeezing it reassuringly. 'Everything will be okay, your brother's one tough cookie kid. What's a little eye sight compared to having your life still?' Sam shook his head at the hunter.
'He won't see it that way Bobby, he would rather be dead.' Sam pulled his hands through his hair with a little too much force. 'God... you haven't seem him lately Bobby. Ever since dad died, he has been so different. Like no regard for his life at all, always throwing himself in the thick, way over his head. This might be that last little nudge for him... what if he gives up for good now?' Sam let his face fall back in to his hands in misery.
'Listen son... I know you don't want to hear this. But you need to pull yourself together and be there for him when he wakes up, you think he is going to blame you, but he won't. And what's this talk of trying to kill him? Nonsense. I aint ever come across a person so proud and centred on life.' Sam looked up at Bobby with red eyes; he hoped he was right in what he was saying. All he could think though was that Bobby hadn't seen Dean lately, since they left his car yard, how much risk he took.
'Thanks Bobby, we should probably go back in now, sounded like he could wake up soon.' Sam pushed himself up with a grunt, wiped his eyes roughly with his sleeves and took a deep breath before covering the five feet from Dean's room and pushing his way in to the room, returning to his bedside vigil beside Dean, squeezing his hand on occasion; praying for a response.
Xxx
Sunshine bore down on him like a weightless blanket of warmth as he lay back against the lush grass in the meadow. Dean held his eyes shut against the welcoming glare, comfortable in the suns rays. He let the sounds of the meadow wash over him, the relaxing rustle of the maple trees, soft tweets of the birds nestling in their branches. He also thought he could hear the babble of a soft moving creek somewhere in the distance. But he didn't care about any of that right now; he was so at peace in the warm sun.
Dean couldn't remember the last time he had felt this calm and at ease with life, he couldn't imagine anything bad that went bump in the night entering this place, it was pure good. Smiling even wider he breathed in deeply, releasing the pleasant air in a small puff.
Suddenly the air caught in his throat, icy and bitter. Dean sat up quickly, the familiar goose-bumps owing his chilled flesh again, biting into him. Beginning to shiver, Dean opened his eyes but he couldn't see anything. The darkness closed in on him violently, freezing. It was like a smother weight that sat on his chest, and held its bitter hands, hard over his eyes. Stumbling around, he struggled to find some of the previous light, desperate to get back to it.
Gasping now, he tripped over his own feet and slammed hard in to the ground. Something warm began to trickle down his cheeks then, he thought he may have been crying but it felt thicker then water, slower then a tear would move. Reaching his hands to his face, Dean probed his sticky cheeks wondering what the liquid was. His fingers settled on his eyes and he let out a howling scream of pain, falling to his knees as he felt the empty slit sockets. Screaming over and over again, till vocals were torn he began to sob pitifully, falling to the black ground, succumbing to the cold and fear that ebbed into his skin slowly, giggling and mocking him from the never ending black.
Xxx
'Dean!' Sam shouted out, slapping his brother lightly on the cheeks, while Bobby shook him by the shoulders, the two hunters struggled to calm the boy down. His screams were ringing out through the room, pained and rough. 'Wake up Dean, it's just a dream! Dean!' Sam slapped him a little hard but nothing helped, panicking he threw the door open and shouted for help. People were stopped, staring at him from the hall way with shocked faces.
Two nurses and the Dr Marc came running towards him, one of the nurses stopped to grab a cart before pushing her way past him. 'What's happened?' The Dr asked quickly, taking Dean's pulse and feeling one of his cheeks. 'Slight temperature, but his hands are freezing. Nurse get an extra blanket, push a sedative to calm him down, I'm going to raise his pain medication again. I want another CT scan, I want to know what's going on in there.' The doctor signed a small bottle that the nurse handed him before she filled a syringe and injected it directly into Dean's arm.
Pressed against the wall, Sam reached down and took Bobby's hand. The entire colour had drained from his face, panic and anxiety had clasped his heart tightly, making him dizzy and breathless. What had he done to his brother?
'Calm down boy, you didn't have anything to do with these.' Bobby muttered to Sammy, he nodded in return but he couldn't control himself, he leaned in to the wall, tears running freely down his cheeks as Dean's heart rate slowly started to decline and settle back to normal, his writhing body going still once more, chest falling an rising steadily.
Dr Marc shared a concerned look with the nurses in the room, Sam watched him shake his head slowly. 'I want that CT as soon as possible, best to make sure that had nothing to do with the bleed, I also want full bloods and tox screen ran. Have another nurse come in and change the bandages over his eyes, little chance but I want to make sure there is no infection in the wounds.'
'Is your brother prone to nightmares of that severity?' Bobby looked to Sam who shook his head, there had been the occasion where they would both recall something terrible and have a nightmare, but never something of this level. 'There's a chance it could just be the result of the trauma, but we will run the tests just to be safe.' The doctor walked out leaving the two nurses behind, one was settling a blanket over Dean, while the other one argued with someone over the phone.
'Here let me,' Sam took over the blanket duty and tucked it tighter around Dean. He looked down at the pale pallor of his brothers exposed skin. The nurse busied herself with the cart then, pulling out syringes and empty tubes. Sam was glad his brother was unconscious. There was no way in hell he would allow some woman to jab him with that thing, not willingly.
'Everything will be okay Sammy.' Bobby touched his hand. 'I'm going to go and get us some of that sludge they call coffee from down the hall, and food from the vending machine. You look dead on your feet.' Sam nodded at him, not taking his eyes off the nurse as she filled tube after tube with his brother's blood.
'Okay Bobby, thanks. I'll try and eat something.' Sam forced a smile as he pulled his chair back over and sank back in to it, reclasping his brother's hand. He laughed softly, imagining how gay Dean would say this moment was, and call him a girly bitch.
'Do you want a blanket hun? You look a little cold there.' The nurse placed a blanket over Sam's lap before leaving the room with her blood samples, the other nurse remained behind, tapping her pen impatiently on her knee while she waited on the phone.
When Bobby returned, Sam was lightly dozing; he jumped in shock when the hunter dangled the coffee and packet of chips in front of his face. Sam's stomach grumbled hungrily but he threw the chips on the bedside, taking a large mouthful of the below average coffee. He swallowed in distaste, watching the nurse still. She shared a few quiet words before hanging up. She picked Dean's board up and wrote something down.
'Somebody should hopefully be down in like, maybe ten minutes or so? They will take your brother for another scan.' The nurse smiled kindly before walking out, Sam watched her go grinning.
'What are you smiling about boy?' Bobby asked gruffly, from across Dean's bed.
'Just thinking how much Dean would love to hit on that nurse right now...' Then it dawned on Sammy... Dean would never see how good looking any of the nurses were, ever again. 'What have I done to you Dean...?' Sam hadn't meant to say that out loud, he cast his eyes down, away from their second fathers judging gaze and let the tears fall freely down his face.
Instead of ten minutes, it was a shocking two hours before two male orderlies came and took Dean for his CT scan. Bobby stayed behind in the room while Sam went with him, he was too nervous that his brother might wake up anytime, and didn't want him to be alone with strangers.
It wasn't too long before they were back in the room again, waiting on more results. Sam took his place by Dean's side again and accepted his fourth cup of Jo from Bobby. The chips still lay uneaten on the bedside, his stomach had been growling at him longingly for food but he was too tied up to eat. Bobby tried to force him to eat an hour later but he just couldn't seem to bring himself too, but poured a glass of water for himself instead.
'Boy you can't punish yourself like this, it just isn't right. There aint nothing you can do, if you're too weak and hungry to keep you're head up.' Bobby growled at Sam, throwing the pack of chips at him for the fourth time. 'And I swear to god boy, if you throw them away one more time I swear to god I am going to shove them where the sun don't shine.' He threatened, but Sam didn't listen and just left them on his lap, squeezing Dean's hand for the hundredth time that hour.
Casting a look at his watch, Sam was shocked when his clock read back three in the morning, he didn't realise so much time had passed since they arrive here at three a clock this afternoon. He then realised Bobby may have had a point, he hadn't eaten anything sustainable since eight o'clock that morning. Looking down at the chips, he considered opening them, but his hands wouldn't do what he wanted and his mind wandered back to Dean, hoping and praying he would wake up soon.
As his mind began to wander again, Sam remembered the look on Bobby's face as the nurse had peeled back the dressing and bandages over Dean's cut up eyes. Bobby showed a look that threatened to bring up his stomach contents. Sam knew how he felt, the moment he had seen them for himself, bleeding at the bottom of the stair case; he had wanted to throw up.
'Why won't he wake up Bobby?' Sam asked quietly, shocking the older hunter. They had been quiet for half an hour now, only the sound of Dean's steady heart beat on the monitor and his shallow breathing, 'why wont he just open his eyes and say everything's okay, when can I go home?'
'I don't know son, but maybe you should get some sleep too, you look like hell.' Sam shook his head and sat up a little straighter, brushing his mop out of his eyes. 'Don't do this to yourself.' Bobby begged but Sam didn't even respond this time.
