Chapter 4: Two Days Later

Dean had been in the hospital for two days before they let him go. He'd refused to take of Michelle's ring, and barely talked to anyone. he didn't even put up a fight when they said he'd need to use crutches.

"Dean?" John asked on their way back to the motel, "You okay?"

Dean looked at his father and nodded.

"You wanna talk about it?"

Dean shook his head, "Not really. I can't right now, just let me think."

"Okay, son. Promise me you'll talk when you're ready?"

"I promise, Dad."

John sighed as Dean looked back out the window.

When they got back to the room, Dean was immediately greeted by Sam. Sam rushed forward and stopped just before he got to Dean. He wrapped his arms around his older brother, "I'm sorry, Dean. I wish there was something I could do."

He started to hand Dean a soda, but Dean politely turned it down and looked at his father, "I'm gonna go shower."

"Okay, just be careful with your back."

Dean nodded, grabbed a new set of clothes out of his bag, laid his crutches down, and walked into the bathroom.

He turned on the water and put the ring on the sink, sighing heavily. It took a great amount of effort to get his shirt off. His back was killing him, and the pain didn't lessen when he tried to get his jeans off, either.

Once he was fully stripped, he stepped into the shower, panting. He grimaced as the beat of the water stung his back. He bit his lip to keep from screaming. The pain the cool water was causing him was awful. Suddenly, his legs collapsed out from under him in an awkward way. The water made a trail of knife prick feelings down his spine, but what worried him most was his legs. He couldn't feel any pain, not even the water bouncing off them.

Gasping, he cried out, "Dad! Dad, please, I need help!"

John shoved the door open and cringed when he saw his son's legs. He shut off the water and carefully lifted Dean from the tub. He wrapped a towel around Dean and jumped when Dean yelled. The brisk cloth was harsh on his back and hurt worse than the water.

"Dean, what's wrong? What happened?"

Dean shook his head, "I don't know, Dad. It hurts. Dad, I can't feel my legs at all."

A/N Okay, I'm definitely not a medical genious, so, if it sucks, blame my mom. Jk. Please review and I'll give you a smile.