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"Family of Sam Winchester?"

The man sat closest to the door was up in an instant. The Doctor raised her eyes for a second, clearly surprised that no other family members were present. Usually in a case this serious, the waiting room looked like a morose party, with people sat on the floor, literally leaning on each other for comfort. Yet here was this one man, looking anxiously at her, the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Mr?"

"Winchester. Dean Winchester. I'm Sam's brother. Please, is he..."

"Your brother is recovering."

"Recovering? He's... he's alive?"

"Yes."

She watched, moved but worried as the man before her ran a hand over is face, tears immediately filling his eyes.

"Oh God, thank...thank you."

"Sir, I need to talk to you before I take you through."

The sheer joy in Dean's eyes shifted, if only slightly. This guy had seen pain- serious pain- before.

"Follow me. My office is just down the hall."


The man had seemed reluctant to follow her, his eyes kept shifting... he was clearly wanting to be back on the ward. Back with his brother.

"I'll try to explain as quickly as I can." She realised that facts were the way forward with this guy. No dressing the problem up, no hand on the shoulder. Facts so he could get back to his brother.

"Mr Winchester, the bullet in your brothers back has moved in such a way that paralysis has occurred from the waist down... there is no longer pain, just... the loss of ability for your brother to move or in fact feel anything..." She continued talking but judging from the man's face, she may as well be reading the dictionary backwards.

"Per...permantly?"

"We can't be sure."

He ran a hand through his hair.

"Does he know?"

"No. Would you like to be there while we explain the details to him?"

"Details?"

She watched the man carefully, half expecting him to lash out at her wording. He was looking at her but his eyes were far away. However, he exhaled and looked at the floor.

"No. You tell him... but I'm coming in the moment after- the second after. Understand?"

She did. She would deliver the news... but this man would pick up the pieces. He said that without words.

"Yes, sir. Yes I do understand."


Dean waited, his heart thumping.

You'll be able to speak to Sammy. Look at him in the eyes. He's alive. To hell with everything else. To hell that he'll be...

Dean sighed deeply. Never before had he wanted so to desperately enter a room... and run away from it at the same time.


"Sammy!"

"Dean! DEAN!"

Dean gave a yell of delight and made to the leap on the bed, only for John to hold him back.

"Whoa, whoa. Steady on, little man. Gentle. Your brother is tired."

"No I'm not!" Sam said eagerly, his arms spread wide. "I'm not!"

John watched, a little jealous, as Dean squirmed out of his arms, leaping onto the bed. Sam was in his arms in a second.

"Ow, Sam! You hit me with your cast!"

Sam had crawled onto Dean's back, his arms hanging down his front, the right in a big, ugly cast.

"You wanna sign it, Dean? Please?"

"Hey, hey, Sammy." John stepped in and sat on the edge of the bed. "You have to calm down and rest, okay. Dean... come on. You know better. Let your brother rest."

Dean looked sadly at his father but reached and put Sam back on the bed, kissing his temple.

"Night, Sammy."

"Stay, Dean?"


The door opened softly and the Doctor nodded at him. Dean looked at the floor and ignored the brief hand on his shoulder.

Dean paused for a moment and then he was in the room.

Sam stared at him, his eyes wide... frightened, confused and lost.

"Dean..." Sam's voice was choked and his eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry."

That was all it took... Dean was at his brothers bedside, two arms around his brothers neck, pulling him in to a hug.

"No, brother. I'm sorry."

"Stay here?"

Dean buried his head into Sam's shoulder.

"I'm not going anywhere. Ever."