Hello everyone! Here is the latest in the saga of Dean having a really bad day. I can't thank you enough for taking the time to read my little story. Thanks a bunch to those who have commented, it really motivates me to continue on. I hope that you will enjoy this chapter. Thanks again! :)
Chaos. Yup, that's a good word for it. For what went on in that little room in that hospital. In Dean's room. One second things were going fine, Steve had kept Dean grounded, talked to him throughout the process of having his wounds cleaned and his ribs bandaged. But, Steve had sensed that Dean's mind was turning back to the darkness when he began to talk once again about monsters and ghosts and demons. He knew that time was ticking away and that the bomb was getting closer and closer to going off. And, it turned out that all it took to ignite the fuse was one little touch to his wrist. Next thing he knew, Steve was being pushed to the side, Dean was off the table and looked to be in full defensive mode. He had flown around the room and grabbed the most lethal looking instrument off one of the trays. Of course he had taken something with a blade, something that would keep the people holding him there at bay.
Dean is now up against one of the walls, swiping wildly at anyone who gets within a few feet of him. "Okay, nobody come any closer. You just don't listen do you? I am FINE damn it! I. I don't need your help. Now look what you made me do! God, can't you just leave me alone? Let me out of here and then you can help someone who needs it okay? I don't. I AM FINE! I don't wanna hurt you, I just want to leave. Please, why can't you understand, I can't stay! I need to go! Gotta get back to the hunt! Back to Sammy. Back to protecting all of you! You don't even know! You don't even know what is out there, just waiting to kill you! You have no clue, you just... you just... don't. Let me go!"
Sam pulls up to the hospital, parks at the first spot he sees and flies out of the Impala, focused on nothing else but getting to his wounded brother. The man he had spoken to, Richard was it?, seemed genuinely concerned about Dean but what worried Sam was that Richard seemed most upset not about Dean's physical injuries but moreso about his mental state. Sam knows that can not be good. For a total stranger to see that side of Dean only ups the level of concern Sam starts to feel in his gut. As he jogs up to the building, he feels so worked up and full of adrenaline that he can't even remember the short drive it took to get there. He just needs to find Dean, to see him, to make sure that he is alright and to get him the hell out of there. Whatever patch work his brother needs, Sam is sure he can finish it up at the motel.
As he races through the sliding doors and into the emergency room, the younger brother feels his nerves beginning to fray. Just how much more of this kind of shit can his older sibling take? Sam notices a lot of activity and hustle and bustle around him. Sure, it's an emergency room and that should be expected but still, there are people scurrying around and the the doctors and nurses look like they are overworked and on edge. He heads towards the nearest counter to inquire about Dean but stops short when he notices a large group of people, of onlookers, staring into one of the examination rooms. He ponders for a moment about what could be going on in there and as he continues his march to the desk, the door to the room opens up and a nurse calls out for someone to come and help, that they need security in there now! Man, it sure would be rough to work in this place, to never know who you'll have to deal with or what sort of situations will come your way. Hmm, that sounds kind of familiar actually but no thanks, I'll stick to killing monsters thank you very much. Whatever is going on in there, it is producing a lot of commotion and Sam feels more determined than ever to find his brother, get out of there, back to the motel and find out who or what Dean had provoked this time around. Hell, they may even have a laugh or two, Dean is always good at telling and exaggerating stories where he is involved.
As Sam waits for some asistance at the counter, he sees a couple of big security type men head down the hall, towards that room, and his eyes follow them as they move. He has a fairly good vantage point from where he is and continues to stare as the men move through the crowd and force the onlookers to the sides. As the door opens, Sam peers in to see just what is up in there, and feels his heart jump into his throat. What? That can't be. Please, I have got to be seeing things. His brother, Dean, is waving around some kind of scalpel-y thing, in a threatening pose, swiping this way and that as people, nurses and doctors Sam assumes, approach him from various sides. God Dean, what the hell are you doing? How did you get to this? Abandoning his post at the counter, Sam reaches the room in a few strides and forces his way through to the very front of the line of gawkers. He sees his brother sporting a look in his eyes that screams I'm a caged animal, be mindful and keep your distance. Sam takes in his appearance, complete with swollen eye, bandaged ribs, and ...what? His wrists? What is up with that? Are they? Are they cut? Have his wrists been cut? What the hell? Sam shakes himself out of his fog and enters the room. "DEAN!"
The reaction is instant. Dean stops dead, looks up to the door and flashes a grin. "Sammy?" The grin widens as it registers to the older Winchester that yes, his baby brother is actually there. "Sammy! Thank God! You have got to tell these people that I'm okay, they just need to leave me alone. Please Sammy, you need to get me the hell out of here! Please!" As Dean keeps his focus only on his brother, the nurses, the doctors, Steve and the burly security guards all take the moment to make their move. The guards are on Dean before he or his brother can bat an eye. They hold him securely against the wall and easily remove the weapon from his grasp.
Sam continues to stare in a daze as the scene unfolds before him. His brother, his strong, stubborn brother is desperately trying to free himself from the hands that hold him. The younger of the two brothers sees a myriad of emotions play across Dean's face. Relief. That Sam is there. Fear. Of being confined. Anger. Of being treated like there is something wrong with him. Desperation. To get out of that place. Now.
"Hey! Woah guys, just let him go. He won't hurt anyone, he's okay." Sam moves to get closer to Dean but is halted by one of the staff. "Look buddy, that is my brother over there and he needs me. I don't know what has gone on here but I do know that I can help calm him down. I can help." The man in his way looks to others in the room and moves to the side only when they give him nonverbal consent to let him pass. As he approaches, Sam catches out of the corner of his eye a nurse rush to another area of the room, grab a vial and syringe and fill it as she walks back to the scene. He sees and hears a paramedic talk softly to his older brother, about how he needs to relax, how he had promised to keep calm, how he needs help, that he has to stop fighting them, that they are only trying to help. Sam reaches his brother and cringes at the fact that Dean's oh so valued personal space rule has been violated by at least three other dudes. Dean's gaze shows only fear and uncertainty and, by the way his chest continues to rise and fall rapidly, Sam knows that Dean is also on the verge of total panic mode. Restraining his big brother. Bad idea. God, what has happened to him in just a few short hours?
Sam gives his best 'Cmon, let him go' glare to the security men holding his brother and lets out a deep sigh when the only thing his stare is greeted with is two heads shaking a firm no in his direction. Okay, not letting you go just now I guess. Sam needs to calm his brother down and decrease the tension level by oh, a few, or maybe by a few hundred notches. "Dean? Hey bro, what the hell happened to you? Are you alright? Sheesh, I can't even let you go out alone just to pick up some beer? I mean really dude, I was on the verge of total dehydration back there. I guess I'm gonna have to be your chaperone from now on huh? It might be a bit awkward on those dates of yours but we'll make it work. Okay man, just keep your cool and let me talk to the doctors. I'm sure we can get out of here in no time." He sees a smirk flutter across his older brother's face and can't help but smile himself as he hears Dean utter a soft but familiar phrase to him. 'Yeah, sounds good...bitch'. Sam can never let that go without a response of his own. "Okay jerk, just behave for a second."
Sam turns to face the doctor and lays on his best puppy dog eyes. "Listen, my name is Sam, this is my brother. I don't really know what events have taken place here but by the looks of him, I don't think it is doing Dean any good to be here. So, I can just give his insurance information, fill out any paperwork that you need and then we'll be out of your way. Don't worry, I can take care of him myself."
Dean's voice floats over to give his brother an extra boost of confidence. "Yeah! That's my S'mmy... you tell him bro! Don't take any shit from these quacks! We don't need them right? You and me, we'll be alright as long as we're together."
The doctor sighs, shakes his head slightly and looks into Sam's gaze. "Sam, look, I'm sorry but your brother is not going anywhere. He is going to be admitted and placed under observation. He is very ill and in his best interest we are obligated to keep him under our supervision. He is not in his right mind and needs to stay here."
What? "No Shit he's not in his right mind! Look what you people are doing to him! He needs me, I am the only one who can calm him down when he's like this. You can not force him to stay here. I am leaving with him. Now." As Sam continues his stand-off with this man, he sees him nod to someone standing behind him. As he turns to follow the nod, he sees several things happen at once.
The guards tighten their grip on Dean up against the wall, the nurse with the syringe heads over to the paramedic, who takes the shot from the nurse and Sam swears he hears him mutter something to Dean about how this will make him feel better. And then, before Sam can even yell out some kind of warning to his older brother, the medic administers the shot into his older brother. Sam watches helplessly as his brother turns up the panic level. "NOOOOOO! Ged off me! Steve? Why? can't stay... please... what... what did you do... can't...can't...think... p..p..please... st..stop... sam... smm... don'go... h...h...help... mmmmee..." The younger Winchester keeps his eyes glued to Dean in horror as his eyes glaze over, his legs start to give and the only thing keeping him from doing a faceplant to the floor are the arms of the guards on each side of him. The two men lead Dean over to the exam table and place him on it without incident. Sam feels his own panic mode start up. God. Drugs and Dean. Perfect.
TBC...
