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A/N: Thanks so much to my beta AlElizabeth for helping me makes this better.
Dean opened his eyes slowly, expecting to see a motel room. However the smell was his first clue that he wasn't in a motel room. The overly clean antiseptic smell ran through his nostrils. No... he knew this smell. He opened his eyes all the way and it was confirmed, he was in a hospital. He looked down at himself, yep, hospital gown. Arm check; yep, IV. He tried to remember what had happened. He and Sam had been driving back to their motel and then their car had been hit by something... he remembered the sound of the car being hit and the feeling of alarm... and a car. It had been another car that had hit them, he had barely seen it before it had crashed into their vehicle. There was something about it that... Dean's eyes widened and the heart monitor attached to him started speeding up as he realized that Sam wasn't sitting next to him. If Sam wasn't there that meant he was injured and Dean had to find him. He had to make sure that Sam was okay.
But first he had to get out of the bed and that involved taking all the stuff that on or in him off or out of him. Doing so was sure to attract attention but that was okay since it what he wanted anyways, someone that would tell him where his brother was. He decided to start with IV; he pulled it out, and then undid several other lines and last of all took off the heart monitor. He winced as the shrill beeping echoed through the room but he pulled himself out of bed anyways and stood a little shakily on his legs. As soon as he stood up he also felt nauseous, and felt a throbbing in his head, that had been there before only lesser when he had just been too distracted to give it much attention. However it was much worse now. It didn't matter though; he wouldn't be able to relax until he knew that Sam was okay. He started walking slowly out of the room when a nurse came in.
"Where's my brother?" Dean demanded. The nurse looked concerned but at the same time annoyed with her patient.
"Sir, you shouldn't be out of bed right now," she chided as she walked over to Dean and tried to force him back into bed. The good news was that even with a throbbing headache, and slightly shaky legs, the hunter was still able to overpower her.
"Sir, you need to get back in bed." The nurse insisted, no longer trying physically force him to cooperate but trying to intimidate instead. She also turned off the heart monitor which abruptly quieted the irritating beeping sound which was good for Dean's headache. Still, there was no way he was getting back into that bed without seeing Sam first.
"Not until you show me Sam."
"If you get back into bed I'll look into it," The nurse promised but Dean shook his head stubbornly.
"No, show me Sam then I'll get back into bed." Dean argued, not that he really had any intention on following through; the only person who could make him follow through was Sam.
"Sir." The nurse said, somewhat exasperated but trying to remain patient.
"Show me Sam." The nurse huffed and stepped away from Dean and went to his chart hanging at the foot of his bed. She looked at his chart and Dean caught her frown, his heart dropped into his stomach with worry about his brother. Where was Sam? How bad was he hurt? Was he even still alive?
"What's going on? Where's Sam? Is he okay?"
"Sir, according to your chart, you were the only one brought into the hospital."
"What?" Dean exclaimed in shock. That wasn't possible! Both he and Sam had been in the car when it had been hit Sam had to be there. Where else could he be?
"No, you're wrong. The chart must be wrong. My brother was with me in the car, he has to be here."
"I can try to see if there's been some mistake but you have to sit back down." It was the last thing in the world Dean wanted to do, sit down while his brother could be in trouble. But it was the only way he was going to get information so he guessed he had to. He reluctantly sat down on the hospital bed. The nurse came up and Dean said,
"No monitors." the nurse huffed then left. Dean waited anxiously for the nurse to come back and tell him that it had all been a mistake. That they had barred Sam from his room and that Sam was fine and just worried about him. It took ten minutes before the nurse came back this time with a doctor in tow.
"Where is Sam?" he said getting to his feet. The doctor looked at him.
"You were the only person found in the car that crashed." Dean's mind flashed to the moment right before the crash when he had seen another car speed into them.
"What about the other driver?" He asked, wondering who it was he was going to kill if he couldn't find his brother. The doctor looked down at the clipboard in front of him.
"There was no other driver found at the scene." That definitely sent a red flag up in Dean's mind. The car that crashed into them had been going pretty fast, the driver would have had to be injured. Dean couldn't stay here anymore; he had to find out what was going on. He stood up and started towards the door.
"Sir, you shouldn't be going anywhere." Dean shook his head and stopped when it made the throbbing worse.
"I can't stay here, I have to find Sam."
"You sustained a concussion. It's really not advisable that you go anywhere." Dean knew the signs of a concussion. President – Obama, check. Year-2012-another check. So while Dean may have had a concussion when he came in, whenever that was, he no longer had one now.
"I'm not staying here. I have to find Sam, so give me the AMA forms." Dean said he had been in enough hospitals in his life to know the procedure of how to get out of the hospital when the doctors didn't want you to.
"Sir, that's not a good idea," the doctor said with a shake of his head, "you have a serious head injury. It's best if you stay here overnight for medical observation."
"You don't get it! I have to find my brother! I need to make sure he's okay! Give me the damn AMA forms!" Dean shouted. The doctor nodded and moved out of the room.
"Sweetheart, you mind getting me some clothes?" Dean asked, giving the nurse his best smile. She didn't seem as taken by him as they usually were. Dean wondered for a moment if there is something wrong with his face or if it was his stubbornness? He shook his head; it doesn't matter. The only thing that mattered at the moment was getting out of the hospital and finding his brother, and ganking the son of a bitch that had separated the two of them.
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