1Hi, I'm so glad that people actual like this story, I'm really happy :) sooo...I'm gonna update..not only this story but all of my stories I have started!

Here it goes...

One step forward, Two steps back!

XOXOXOX- Two Days Later- XOXOXOX

It appeared that Sam was healing very well so far. He had improved a lot from his first appearance at the hospital. He was sitting up in bed now, the breathing tube removed.

Dean walked into Sam's room, a smile playing on his lips. He was so happy his brother was doing better. However the anger towards his father never lessened. John had tried multiple times to talk to Dean, but Dean usually ended up Yelling at him and storming off. Now they just stayed clear of each other.

"Hey Sammy, how ya feeling?"

Sam rolled his head to look at his brother, happy for the company. He hated hospitals.

"Fine." Although deep down Sam knew he didn't feel at all 'fine', no he felt the complete opposite. He felt absolutely terrible. He didn't want to worry his brother so is simply toughen it out, though he doubted Dean believed him.

Dean looked skeptical at Sam, Sam looked pale and his cheeks the slightest shade of pink, but he was smiling and acting fine, so Dean brushed the uneasy feeling off.

"You sure Sam?" Dean couldn't help asking again, he was still over protective, even more so when his father was around, something Sam had started to take notice to.

Sam rolled his eyes against the pain, to act normal, "Yes Dean, stop worrying."

Dean grinned, "Sorry, can't help worrying bout my little sister now can I?"

Sam glared at Dean, but smiled anyway.

"Asshole." Sam mumbled.

Dean fained shock, "Now Sammy, no need for such language."

"Oh Kiss my ass Dean, and it's Sam."

Sam still fought against his nickname, he hated it. But also knew Dean would never top calling him that.

"Oh, does Little SAMMY not like his name?"

Sam glared, then smirked while he flicked the bird to Dean, just as the nurse was walking in.

She cleared her throat, and immediately Sam turned three shades of red.

"Um, Sam...I need to take your vitals and check your wound," she turned to Dean, "Could you step out please, I don't want to risk infection."

Dean looked resistant, and Sam rolled his eyes once more, "Go Dean, I'm not going anywhere."

Dean looked at his brother, and slowly nodded, not to keen on leaving Sam.

Once alone Sam turned to La Trisha, the nurse in charge of him.

"Sorry bout that La Trisha."

Sam smiled a mega watt smile, and La Trisha couldn't help but smile back. Butterflies forming in her stomach. she wasn't supposed to get attached to her patient, but Sam had just grabbed her heart, the day they admitted him to ICU, even in his unresponsive state.

"Don't worry bout it Sam, I have an older Brother two, I know how annoying they can be."

Sam laughed lightly, "What about protective? I swear Dean is gonna smother me with how over protective he is."

La Trisha laughed once again, nodding in agreement, "yeah, he's super protective, still and I'm 23."

"Join the club La Trisha, cause I'm turning 24 and I still have my brother up my ass."

La Trisha smiled, "Not much a an age difference ya know." joking about Sam's remark.

"No, no much at all." Sam felt a strange feeling in his stomach, he liked La Trisha. Not enough to settle down of course, but while in town, he could hang out with her.

La Trisha finished her vitals and moved to Sam's wound. She pulled it back gently.

"Hmm, looks a little infected Sam, are you feeling okay?"

Sam thought about lying, like he had to Dean, but something about La Trisha wouldn't let him.

"Well, I don't feel my best if that's what you mean."

La Trisha nodded, "okay, I'm going to put some antibiotic cream on it, and start you on some antibiotics, just in chase."

She was writing on the clipboard, thinking about her feeling towards Sam, she liked him. Not love, but she could defiantly hang out with him, she wrote down her number on a piece of paper and folded it. Turning to Sam, she stuck out the paper, and Sam gave her a questioning look.

She smiled, "the name of the antibiotic." and with that she left, Dean coming in right after.

Sam still had the paper, out of curiosity he opened it, his smile grew when he saw that it was actually her number. Carefully he reached over and dropped it into his coat pocket.

"Dude, What are you hiding?"

Sam jumped a little not realizing Dean was there, "Nothing Man."

Sam leaned back, waiting for the medication La Trisha would send in.

" Sam, what is it, come on."

"Nothing Dean."

A smile twitched on Sam's lips, this got Dean even more curious. Silently when Sam's eyes were closed he stepped near Sam's coat and reached in, he opened the paper and his eyes got big, and sparkled with mischief.

"Dude, you got her number, you sly dog."

Sam's eyes, shot opened, he glared at his brother, "jerk."

"Bitch."

Another nurse came un and hooked up an antibiotic to Sam's iv, Dean looking confused and worried, "Sam, what's going on?"

Sam didn't answer, he had succumbed to sleep and exhaustion.

Dean's worry grew, he walked fastly out the nurse station, he saw La Trisha, he went over.

"Um, excuse me."

La Trisha looked up, blushed slightly, "um, yes Dean?"

"What's wrong with Sam, a nurse just came in and.."

La Trisha put a hand on his shoulder, "I think Sam's getting an infection, its good we caught it fast. We just need to monitor it."

infection? Sam's wound was infected? Dean was worried now, he nodded and went back to Sam, he saw that his cheeks were more pink and his face flushed, he sighed. He told Sam he'd be back, and went out to the impala

"Jesus Sam, can't you just get better for once?" he sighed and dug out his cell phone, he had to tell his dad, even though he didn't want to but knew he should. He waited 2 rings before John answered.

"Dean? Is everything okay?"

Dean sighed, "Sam's got an infection."

"What? He was getting better!"

"Yeah well it was a freaking bullet that went through him you know." Dean felt is anger rising.

John fell silent, he was to blame, him and only him ,"You're right Dean, you're right. I screwed up."

Dean was a little shocked but that didn't replace his anger, "Yeah well, next think before you go after Sam, not that you will because I'll get so fast you don't know what'll hit you."

John fell silent again, "I'm on my way."

"Whatever."

Dean sighed an angry sigh, it would be a long long time before he trusted his dad again.

SOOOO I hope you liked it, it was longer this time!!!:)