Ch 4
This chapters been a real b. And I'm still not happy with it but here it is and I hope you enjoy it. I've been it's not as I think it is so I posted it.
Dean opened his eyes and immediately closed them back it was to bright.
'Where the hell was he? And why was it so damn cold?'
"Dad, Sammy where are you?" Dean called, cracking his eyes a little.
"There not here."
Dean's eyes snapped open looking around he didn't recognize the voice and he couldn't find the speaker. The room was completely white and so bright it hurt Dean's eyes. Dean reached instinctively for the knife Dean kept tucked into his the waist band of his pants.
"It's not there Dean."
"Where the hell are you?" Dean yelled.
Dean swung around to his right thinking he saw something move out of the corner the corner of his eye. But all he saw was his shadow.
"You're a little old you've lost all of your youthful innocence. But you never had the chance to lose it, it was stolen away from you poof gone in one night. Such a shame really but your brother you've done a fine job of protecting him he's only just now began to lose his innocence."
"Stay away from Sammy," Dean yelled.
Suddenly there was a hand on Deans' shoulder shaking him gently.
"Leave Sammy alone," Dean growled, grabbing the hand on his shoulder.
"It's me Dean it's Sammy."
Dean eyes snapped open and he found his Sammy looking down at him his face filled with concern.
Dean opened his mouth to tell Sammy he was okay and he was sorry it he hurt his hand. But all that came out was a harsh cough that felt like it was going to rip his lungs out.
"Easy kiddo," John said, slipping a hand under Dean's head elevating it and pressing a cup of water to his lips. "Small sips."
The cool water felt like heaven going down Dean's burning parched throat.
"Where's Sammy?" Dean croaked.
"I'm right here," Sammy said, appearing at John's elbow.
"We've got to go he's going to come after Sammy," Dean said, pulling out the nasal canula out of his nose.
"Whoa whoa easy boy," Bobby said, grabbing Dean's hand that was reaching to pull out his I.V.
"Who's coming after Sammy? What happen to you? Who took you?" John asked.
"Don't know," Dean gasped, weakly as his oxygen monitor and heart moniter began going off.
A nurse in her late sixties came rushing in to see what was causing the monitors to go off.
"Oh good you're awake. Andy how are you feeling? Here let's get this back in it'll make breathing easier," the nurse said, picking up the nasal canula.
"Andy?" Dean asked, clearly confused.
"That's your name isn't it?" the nurse asked, suspiously.
"I'm sorry that's my fault he doesn't like being called Andy he thinks it's to babyish he likes to be called Dean," John explained, his hand on Deans shoulder willing him not to say anything.
Dean turned his head away as the nurse tried to put the canul back in Dean's nose.
"Easy sweetie I know these things aren't much fun but there better than the mask," the nurse said, as Dean turned his head again.
" Be still," John ordered
Dean got still so the nurse could put the canula back in his nose
"Dean where did that come from it says on his paperwork his name is Andrew Ryan Brock," the nurse said.
."That's my fault," Bobby said. "I was filling out the paperwork and in the middle of all the chaos I put down Sam's middle name instead of Andy's uh I mean Deans," Bobby said.
"I understand I raised three boys and the two out of the three wanted to change their names. I'm sorry I never told you my name my names Maria but everyone calls me Nana," Nana said.
. Dean's eye's were rolling and fluttering as he struggled to stay awake.
"Close your eyes and rest. I'll call the doctor that was assigned your case Dr. Curtis his at his office right now," the Nana said, gently stroking Dean forehead and hair.
"I thought Dr. Averys is Dean's doctor," John said.
"Dr. Averys is an E.R doctor but Dr. Curtis is a lung specialist he come by and talk to you later," Nana explained.
Dean struggled for another minute before exhaustion won and his eyes closed and stayed closed.
The stood there stroking Dean's hair for a few more minutes before she turned and then turned and looked at John sympathetically.
" It's not unusual for someone who is as ill as your son to wake up totally disoriented but you need to try to keep him as calm as possible he needs to rest," Nana said.
"How are you honey?" Nana asked looking at Sammy.
"I'm fine thank you," Sammy answered.
"If you or your brother needs anything you just asked for Nana," Nana said, ruffling Sammy's hair as she walked by.
"Thank you," Sammy said, honestly giving her a dimpled grin.
Over the next week Dean slept fitfully his fever spiking dangerously high. Sammy would climb into the bed with his brother to try and calm his fevered dreams only to wake up screaming himself.
Dean had no idea where he was all he knew was that he was outside standing bedside a baseball diamond while a game was being played. Dean watched as a boy about Sammy's age with wavy dark brown hair came up to bat and hit the ball out of the park.
"Run Johnny run!" someone screamed from the stands.
As the boy rounded second base Dean couldn't help but notice how much the boy looked like Sammy. He was a little heavier than Sammy but still the resemblance was undeniable.
"Johhny," Dean wondered. 'Couldn't be," Dean thought
"Why couldn't it be?" A boy around Dean's age was headed towards him. The boys resemblance to his dad and Sammy was undeniable. He was tall and starting to get broad through the shoulders his hair was dark brown and wavy to the point it curled in places but what really got Dean was the eyes they where his dad's eyes.
"Who are you?" Dean asked.
"Some other time," the boy said, with a grin.
Dean felt like someone had punched him in the stomach and now he was falling down a hole.
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