A/N: Wow...the final chapter. Which is good, because I didn't want this one to be too long and that means I can finally get more done on Worlds Apart =P
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Chapter 6 – Please, Don't Tell Daddy.
Sam groaned and woke up with a start. Man, his head hurt. Felt like an obese leprechaun was Irish dancing on his head...badly. He tried to raise his hands in order to release some on the tightening pressure on his head, but that's when he realised that they were stuck. As were his legs, which were jammed under the steering wheel. He realised that he'd lost some feeling in them, and brushed away the concern that grew at that revelation and glanced around the interior of the car.
The windscreen was smashed right in, which made sense, Sam realised, when you took in the fact that the Impala was pretty much wrapped around a large tree. He suddenly spun his head to face his father in the passenger seat. "Dad? Dad!" There was no answer from John Winchester, who's head was bowed down and his chin was touching his chest, blood slowly trickling out from somewhere under his mass of scruffy hair. Sam attempted turning in his seat, and when that failed, he glanced in the rear view mirror where he saw the top of Dean's head, as he too was slouched down, but there was no reply from him either when Sam called out his name.
Sam cried out in frustration and agony, and after a moment, felt like smacking himself on the head with a heavy, blunt object. Repeatedly. His cell. Duh, Sammy, he sighed, they must let anyone into college these days. He managed to move one of his arms slightly down to rake through his pockets, and eventually he found his cell. He slowly pulled it out of his pocket, and placed it on his lap, where he eventually, after many failed attempts, managed to free his hand from under himself and dial 9-1-1.
"Hello? Emergency services, how may I help you?" A voice chimed out from the other end of the cell.
"H-" Sam coughed weakly." Help! Car-" He coughed again, clutching his chest as it rattled.
"Hello? Sir?"
"Car crash! Help!" Sam stuttered out, as tears poured down his cheeks.
"Ok, sir? Are they any serious injuries?"
"Yeah, my dad and my brother-"
"Are they breathing? Have you tried to call them?"
Sam glared, "I've tried, but they're not replying!"
"Ok, sir, do you have any idea where you are right now?"
Sam must have lost consciousness some time after phoning for an ambulance, because he woke up to the smell of antiseptic and the feel of crisp, cotton sheets.
A young nurse suddenly entered the room, with a clipboard and a tight smile on her face. "Ah, hello, sir! You're finally awake, we were beginning to worry!"
Sam struggled to sit up, and stuttered out, "My dad? My brother?"
The nurse visibly sagged, "They are both ok for now, however, your brother is in ICU in a coma, and your father is simply sleeping."
"C-coma?"
"Yes. It appears that he suffered some form of head trauma from the accident and-"
"Will he die?"
"We are trying everything within our power to prevent that from happening...but his chances are not very high. I'm very sorry." The nurse sympathised.
"Oh..." Sam brushed his hand across his face, preventing the tears from escaping. "C-can I go see my dad, please?"
"Yes, but I'm afraid you cannot walk as of yet, you broke your leg in the accident and your leg is currently in plaster, but I'll go arrange for one of our Porter's to bring down a wheelchair for you?"
Sam nodded faintly as the nurse left the room. He examined his surroundings, taking in the immaculate white walls, the shiny tiled floor, the minuscule TV in the corner and the IV drip attached to a vein in his arm. He sighed. For once they were in hospital having normal injuries, like normal people...couldn't get much normal than a car crash. Happens all the time.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when a burly, overweight, but smiling Porter entered the room, and Sam simply stared into space and the Porter assisted him into the wheelchair. With a muttered 'Thanks', the Porter wheeled him off down the corridor and eventually they stopped outside a room with a closed door.
"I'll leave you here, ok?"
Sam nodded at the porter, who opened the door for him and then shut it, once Sam had wheeled in, and parked beside his dad's bed. Sam's hand flew out to grasp John's, and tears began to roll down his face.
"Oh, dad. I'm so sorry! I didn't see that stupid deer in the road, it just suddenly appeared! Now Dean's hurt real bad and-"
John opened his eyes and smiled faintly at his youngest, interrupting his monologue. "Hey, Sammy. It's not your fault, ok? If that other car hadn't of swerved in the first place, then you wouldn't have had to have moved, so it's not your fault, understand?"
Sam nodded slowly, but then cried, "But Dean's hurt real bad!"
"I know, but it was only a matter of time before one of us ended up in here in a real bad way, I'm honestly surprised it hadn't happened sooner."
"I'm so sorry though. I know you said it's not my fault, it's just I was driving...the one time that Dean lets me drive, and I crash the bloody thing!"
John reached up to stroke Sam's hair, "How badly are you hurt, kiddo?"
"Not too bad, got a broken leg, some cuts and bruises, you?"
"Broken ribs, wrist and they think probably mild concussion. What did they say about Dean?"
"Coma. Probably due to some kind of head trauma..."
"Have you managed to see him yet?"
"No, the nurse said he was in ICU."
"Ok, Sammy, don't worry, we'll fix this...ok?"
"I'm sorry, dad. I should have just let Dean drive, he wouldn't have crashed. He's always getting me out of trouble-"
"What do you mean?" John squeezed his hand. Maybe getting him to talk, will take his mind off of Dean being in a bad way, make him think positive.
"Well, there was one time where I was...three, I think, and I spilled something on a photo of mom, and I was so worried that you'd be angry, I got all upset and Dean said he'd take the blame-"
"Oh, I remember now! He came into my room that night and started apologising, and I remember laughing cos Dean doesn't even like milk!"
Sam chuckled, "Oh yeah! And then, a couple of years after that, I found another photo of Mom, and I asked Dean why she wasn't around, I asked if she didn't love us, and he told me that she was in Heaven and that she'd loved us so much."
"She did. I wish she was still around...I can still hear her singing to you two boys at night, trying to get you to go to sleep...it usually worked." He smirked.
"And then, on my first day of high school, I got into a fight with...Johnny Robins! And Dean said he'd sort him out, I think you were out of town or something."
"Yeah, he always did protect you. That's why I didn't mind so much being away, I knew Dean would keep you safe from any harm, whether it be bullies or monsters."
"And then there was my first girlfriend, Dean loved that one."
"What happened?"
"Well...we hadn't even kissed which amused Dean so much, he said it was about time I got a girl, cos he'd been starting to think I was gay!"
"Oh, man! Trust him!" John sniggered.
"And then when I got my letter from Stanford," Sam began, his voice growing solemn and John stopped laughing, "He promised that I could tell you first, and that he'd let me deal with everything in my own way. He said he was proud of me, and that if I wanted to go to college, then he wouldn't stand in my way."
"I was proud of you too, kiddo. I never said it, I wasn't too good with words and that, but I was so proud of you, and your mom would have been too."
Sam smiled at his dad, but they were interrupted by the nurse from earlier knocking on the door. She peered round, with a smile on her face and said, "Dean's awake now, if you'd like to see him?"
Sam grinned with relief as John declared, "Oh thank god!" He then turned his head to look at Sam and offered, "You go first. He'll be sitting worrying about you, I'll come down in a bit, ok?"
Sam sighed, the grin permanently etched onto his face, as he nodded.
"Oh and Sam?" John called out as Sam started to wheel away. "I won't tell Dean what we talked about ok? But you need to start telling us stuff, if there's something that bothers you, ok?"
Sam nodded, and resumed wheeling down the long and seemingly never-ending corridor, towards his older brother, who was tapping his fingers on the bed impatiently, already thinking up ways to torment the doctors and flirt with all the nurses, particularly the old ones, until they eventually kicked him out. He was really going to enjoy being a patient in this hospital.
A/N: Et voila! Yaaaaay! Hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please review, and thanks again to everyone who has already reviewed and I hope you enjoy my other stories too!
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