*Requested By : NetMyne01*

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Summary: Sam's got stomach pains that turn out the be caused by appendicitis, which leads to him having surgery.

Sam bent over in pain. He squeezed his eyes together and put his hand over his stomach. He took in slow deep breaths, hoping it would go away. But it didn't. It radiated like a white hot light all around his stomach and then seem to swell on the left side.

"Ah, damn it," Sam curses. He drops his head on his arm and grunts. He hears footsteps behind him and then a hand on his back.

"Stomach again?"

Sam nods.

"Well how bad?" Dean asks.

Another strong pain shoots through his stomach, causing Sam to call out. Seconds after he feels Dean rubbing small circles on his back.

"Just ride it out, man. It'll pass."

Sam moans as the pain increases. He bites his lip, trying not to cry out.

"It'll go away, Sam. Fight it. They pain will go away."

Taking his brother's advice, Sam tried to fight it. In his mind he kicked it, punched it, for heaven's sake he threw it off a cliff. But no matter how long or how hard he tried, the pain stuck with him. Kicking his ass,, needless to say. Sam doubled over again. The pain was all over.

"It'll go away soon, Sam."

Too bad Dean was wrong, right?

The pain didn't go away. If anything, it got worse. His stomach felt like it was on fire, crumbling, and then disintegrating. In pain words: it hurt like hell.

After a few minutes of this torture, Dean must've either got too tired of seeing his brother in pain or too worried because he says. "Hold on. We're going to the hospital."

Sam hated hospitals. Dean knew that. But he wasn't going to let him suffer like this. Especially when he let Sam snake out of going to the hospital for the last few days. Enough was enough. Something was seriously wrong, and Dean was determined to get it fixed.

"Dean, no. I'm- I'm alright. See?"

Sam attempted to lift up his upper body and stand up straight to show that he'll be alright, but it didn't work. It made the muscles in his stomach get dangerously tight, causing him to drop to his knees. He rested his head on the ground. This time, holding his stomach with both hands.

Dean jogged to him and pulled him to his feet.

"C'mon." he says, putting one of his hands over his shoulder.

Dean put Sam in the passenger seat of the cat and sped off toward the neatest hospital.

-**"**-

Three hours later…

Appendicitis. Not a funny thing. Sam's having surgery in about a half an hour and Dean was more worried than he let on. But anesthesia on the other hand, it definitely lightened the mood. Sam had been given it about ten minutes ago and he was already drugged out of his mind. His head lolled back and forth and he had a slight smirk on his face, like when he was little and knew he did something wrong.

Dean smiled.

"Dean?" Sam called, drawing out his name. He patted his stomach, his face confused. "Something used to he here. Right here…what was it?"

Dean laughed a little. "Your stomach?"

"Yes! Yes. My stomach. Good ol' tummy." He pats his stomach again.

Dean shook his head. "It's still there, Sam."

"Nuh uh," he contradicts back, shaking his head in large movements, causing his hair to swing back and forth. "I can't feeeeeel it anymore."

Dean chuckled a little. "It's cause they numbed it."

Sam rubs the side of his head. "Numb?"

"Yeah."

"Numb?"

"Yes, Sam."

Sam smiles. "Numb, numb, numb, numb, numb-"

"Sam, stop!"

Sam chuckles. "Sorry," he apologizes in a soft voice.

There was silence in the room again. Dean hated the silence, it gave his mind room to wander. Wander into the darkest of places. To think about things he hated. What if something goes wrong in surgery? Dean understood that having Sam's appendix taken out wasn't something tragic or seriously horrifying, but just the though of Sam being in surgery made his heart race. He hated it. Basically, Dean wished all of this was just over.

"What's today?"Sam asks, interrupting Dean's thoughts.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Tuesday."

Sam nods. "And the date?"

"The second."

Sam gasps. "It's my anniversary!"

Dean makes a face. "For what?"

Sam smiles. "I've been twenty-three for seven months."

Dean shakes his head and smiles. "Your such a dork."

Silence again.

Dean's thinking, again.

What if it's not just his appendix? What if there's an infection? Then what?

Dean shakes his head, trying to make his worries go away. He didn't need to think like this. Not now. He needed to be strong. Not only for himself, but for Sam, too. If Sam sees him worry, then maybe he'll start worrying. And the last thing Dean needs is for Sam to worry.

Thank God for anesthesia. Right now, Sam was like a kid. He wasn't worried. He knew about the surgery, but it didn't seem to register with him as it would if his body was pumping full of drugs. And for that, Dean was thankful.

Just then, the doctor comes in the room. "You ready?" he asks. Two of his assistants come in the room and begin to roll Sam out.

"Wait," he tells them and they stop rolling him. Sam turns back to Dean who's walking beside them.

"You're gonna be here when I come back?"

Dean nods. "Well, you'll be sleeping. But yeah, I'll be here."

Sam smiles. "Thank you."

Dean ruffles his hair a little and gives him a promising smile. "Wouldn't have it any other way, Sammy."

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