-1Wave of Hard Times

Chapter 4: Ceasefire

A/N: sorry this chapter came so late. Again. Hope u like!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the Supernatural characters. Wish I did though.


"Family of Dean Winchester?"

John's head shot as up as the doctor mentioned his son's name. He hesitated as the vivid scene of his son lying on the ground, bleeding popped into his head. Turning his head, he watched as Sam came from the corner to stand beside him. At a distance, of course.

The doctor led them down the hallway with Sam followed silently behind. Their footsteps sounded like a death beat as they were led down the isolated hall. John prepared himself for the worst as they entered the ER section of the hospital. The doctor motioned for them to take a seat at a nearby bench in the hallway.

"I'd rather stand," John stated as Sam decided to sit.

The doctor shrugged. He offered a hand to John. "I'm Doctor Kishner. I have been looking after Dean through surgery." John took his hand and shook it lightly. Glancing at Sam, Kishner inclined his head over towards the right, "maybe he should… you know…"

Sam noticed. "I'm staying here," he said stubbornly and stood from his seat.

"Sam…" John nearly sighed as he turned to face his youngest.

"He's my brother," Sam forced out in a wounded voice as tears appeared in his eyes. "What's wrong with him?" He asked in a near plea.

The doctor glanced at John, who nodded his head. "Well, as you know, the surgery took a while. I won't lie; it was a complicated one, but not the worst that I've seen." He paused to let them absorb the news. "As for his injuries, when the car initially hit Dean, it broke around four ribs. Clean breaks too. He has a fractured collar bone and a dislocated shoulder," the doctor said in a grave voice which he always used for delivering such news. Taking off his glasses and rubbing them on his shirt, he continued, "he has suffered internal bleeding in his lungs but that has been stopped, although we will keep it monitored."

John stood, staring at the doctor, not believing what he was hearing. Faintly, he noticed Sam sway beside him. He instantly grabbed Sam's shoulder to keep him from toppling over. Surprisingly to John, Sam didn't remove his hand. We need to stick together for Dean.

"Can we see him?"

The doctor sighed. "Unfortunately, Dean also banged his head violently against the pavement and we put him in a medically induced coma to heal. I'm afraid you won't be able to see Dean until tomorrow when he's settled properly."

John sat heavily into the seat behind him. My son is in a damn coma. Somehow he couldn't get it wrapped around his head. He rubbed his head and said, "please… I have to see for myself. We'll just be a minute, in and out."

The doctor examined John as he would a patient. John thought at first that the doctor wouldn't give in. Then he saw the doctor's stern look fall away.

"For a minute. You have to be quiet though and no touching anything when we get into the room. Follow me."

John never liked doctors, but for the most part, John actually like this doctor. John stood up as he and Sam walked behind the doctor, all resentment towards each other for the moment forgotten. They finally stopped at room 416. John prepared himself and breathed in a harsh breath as the doctor opened the door into the room. With Sam behind him, hand still on his shoulder, they paced into the room.

As they entered, Dean was being carefully arranged onto the bed. Tubes snaked across his body. Cloth and tape were wrapped around his chest and his arm was in a sling. The machines hummed on as they helped Dean breathe.

John couldn't believe what he saw. Sure his son's have been in hospitals before. Too many times. He inwardly kicked himself. But never had either one of his son's been hurt like this. Not even close. This was new territory for him and it was scarring the crap out of him. Stop! He mentally shook his head. You have to be strong soldier. He unconsciously straightened.

"When will he wake up?" Sam squeaked out.

"I'm afraid that's up to Dean. It all depends on his head injury."

Sam turned towards the doctor and swallowed hard. "Would there be any side effects?"

"We'll be able to tell the extent of the damage when he decides to awaken."

Sam absently nodded his head.

Both John and Sam stared at Dean. Not able to take their eyes off him until the doctor spoke from the doorway.

"Sorry, but you have to leave now."

John sighed and leaned over to stroke Dean's forehead. He straightened and looked at the doctor.

"You'll call us if anything changes."

"Of course. We'll keep him monitored throughout the night and when you come in tomorrow, you'll be able to stay longer."

John reluctantly turned from Dean and started to follow the doctor out. He looked over his shoulder.

"Sam."

Sam still stood at the head of Dean's bed, not wanting to relinquish his hold on Dean's hand.

"Come on son. We will be able to see him tomorrow, alright?" His voice wavered. More than anything he wanted to stay with Dean and make sure nothing happened to him. Ever since the fire and since the constant threat of Child Services taking his kids away, he had always been firm on keeping them under his eye. Although that has been waning since Sam and Dean have been getting older and expected more freedom.

"We'll see you tomorrow Dean." Sam whispered as they were led out of the room.

Sam sighed. He was sitting on a twin bed in their newly rented motel room. It wasn't far from the hospital but still, it wasn't close enough. Both John and he would have stayed in the hospital overnight if they could. Sam stared at the wall as his father unpacked his things.

John mumbled and cursed in frustration as he whipped out his things. Sam tuned out his father and thought of Dean, and of how it was his fault. His father was right, he had been stupid to run outside without looking around first. It was his carelessness that had landed Dean in the hospital.

Sam was immediately torn from his thoughts as John uttered a loud curse at his luggage. Sam sat cross-legged on the bed and watched quietly. John sighed and gave up. He looked sideways at Sam.

"Dad," Sam started and sighed, "I…I'm sorry. Maybe it was my fault."

John immediately knew what his son was referring too. He sighed heavily. It was certainly different that Sam was trying to resolve the argument. It usually was Dean. "Sam…it was both our faults," he reminded him. Sam stared at the bed and didn't look his way.

"But you were right," Sam responded in a hurt voice, "if I had even bothered to look around…."

John walked around the bed and sat beside Sam, "Sam, I didn't mean to come down on you that hard before." Sam gazed up sullenly at his father. "Neither of us are solely responsible."

"I guess," Sam said, "we both…did something to hurt Dean." Sam stared into his lap.

"Sam, we didn't hurt him. Whoever was driving that car…I forget his name."

"Dylan Faier," Sam said, the name forever engraved in his head.

John nodded. "It wasn't our faults. And…and Dean will be fine."

Sam looked up at him and wiped his eyes. "I guess so. It just…when he was hit…." John gazed at him.

"I know." He said softly. John cleared his throat. He was not one to dwell on 'chick flick moments' as Dean put it, for too long.

"Better get some sleep. Its late enough already." He stood up from the bed and walked into the motel kitchen. "I'm going to phone Bobby and tell him not to meet us at the rendezvous point."

Sam nodded and got ready for bed. As tired as Sam thought he was, he couldn't get to sleep. Suddenly his father came into the room and turned on the bedside light. Sam shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep, secretly knowing his father could tell if he was really asleep or not. His revelation was correct when John spoke.

"Bobby is going tp come down here. Probably be here in two days." He paused. "Try and get some sleep." John turned off the light and settled down.

They both knew they wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight.


Okay! Would luv it if you would R&R! Just wondering if I got the essence of the characters. Pretty hard to do. Next chapter within the next week!