Thank you so much everyone for all the wonderful reviews! I'm so glad that everyone is enjoying this story so far. I really appreciate them. Here is chapter seven and I will get eight up in the morning!
Disclaimer—Still don't own Supernatural or any of its characters. Own the others though.
Chapter 7
"Sam Winchester?" Sam jolted from his thoughts and looked up from his lap. He stared at the nurse as she entered the waiting room. He stood up his lanky form making him stand above all the rest of the patients in the area.
Sarah entered carrying a clipboard of Dean's information and results of the tests he had been given in the last hour. She gestured for Sam to follow her and he did so obediently not even bothering to ask any questions about his brother. He felt it was safer not to say a word and to just let Sarah explain what she had been doing.
"Dean's blood count is up which is a good sign." Sarah said leading Sam into an unoccupied room and gestured for him to sit down in a small plastic chair.
Sam sat down and looked up into the nurse's face not daring to hope, or give up hope that Dean just might pull through this.
"Dean's condition has stabilized some what and we would like to take him back into surgery and finish repairing what we started. With the surgery he would have a better chance of survival then he would if we waited." Sarah said pulling a piece of paper from the clipboard and handing it to Sam. "We would need you to sign the release though."
Sam took the paper and a pen quickly reading it through before signing his name down at the bottom and handed it back to Sarah. "Can I go see him for a minute before you take him into surgery?"
"Of course we will come to get him in five minutes." Sarah said opening the door for Sam and he headed out the door back to Dean's room.
Dean's body wasn't in any better shape than it had been in Sam's perspective since he last time he saw his big brother. The only difference was the heart monitor beat more rhythmically and more steady. Indicating that Dean's heart was not struggling anymore.
Sam sat down in the hard chair beside Dean's bed again and squeezed his brother's hand. "Hey Dean. They are coming to take you into surgery in a few minutes but I just want to let you know that I will be here when you get out."
Dean didn't answer the room remained as silent as death except for the sound of air being pushed out of the machine that was still forcing Dean's lungs to work. Sam let go of Dean's hand and stood slowly and left the room sending one last glance over at his brother before heading back to the waiting room.
He sat back down in the chair he had been occupying for the last hour and let himself settle into his memories again.
The next couple days had been hard for Sam and Dean after the return from the hospital. Sam had picked up the prescriptions at the grocery store on the way back to the motel and had switched out the painkillers into the Tylenol bottle with the Tylenol while Dean wasn't looking. He felt guilty but he knew that was the only way that Dean would take them.
Dean had laid down on his bed flat on his back and was staring at the ceiling blinking heavily. Sam came over and sat down on the edge of Dean's bed with two pills one antibiotic and one painkiller with a glass of cold water.
"Come on Dean you need to take your pills." Sam said holding out the pills and water. Dean sat up slowly and popped both pills into his mouth before washing them down with half the cup of water and lying back down.
Sam went back to the bathroom and dumped the remaining water down the sink and rinsed out the cup before placing it by the faucet. He went back into the main room and sat down at the table opening their dad's journal to see what John and written about skin walkers. He was only half concentrating on it though his main focus was on Dean's steady blinking and heavy breathing.
Dean's eyes glazed and his breathing slowed and evened out. He finally closed his eyes and fell into a fitful sleep. His forehead still beaded with perspiration his eyebrows were narrowed slightly.
Sam edged closer to Dean's bed and sat down on the edge feeling his brother's forehead to see how warm Dean was. The doctor had told him that the painkiller would knock Dean out for at least four hours. Dean's fever wasn't as high as it had been earlier that morning but Sam placed a cold compress on Dean's forehead anyway.
Sam took the pillows off his own bed and placed them under Dean's leg to elevate it as the doctor had suggested to keep it from swelling. Sam grabbed the bucket for ice and quickly went to fill it returning back to the room within a minute. Sam filled up a couple ice packs and placed them around Dean's sore leg.
Dean didn't stir as Sam worked around him he shifted slightly as Sam pulled the bed covers over him though. Sam looked Dean over once to make sure he had made his brother as comfortable as possible before returning back to the table to do some more research.
Dean woke slowly his eyes seemed to be nailed shut as he tried to pry them open. He heard a soft clicking coming from the table and managed to open his eyes blearily. Sam was clicking away at the keyboard on his computer his eyes fixed on the screen. Dean rubbed his eyes with one hand absent mindedly while placing his other hand to his forehead and feeling a cold washcloth on it. He pulled it off and placed it on the nightstand before he ran his fingers through his damp sweaty hair.
His mouth felt very dry and his stomach grumbled hungrily at him. Dean shifted his gaze to the alarm clock next to his bed. 5:00. Dean sat up slowly groaning inwardly as he pulled his sore leg from the position it had been sitting in.
Sam jerked at the noise and turned to face Dean who was still struggling to get into a sitting position. "Hey how do you feel?" He rose from his chair and sat on the edge of Dean's bed taking in Dean's condition.
Dean's movements had caused a new stream of sweat to run down his face and his eyes were glazed with pain although he was biting his lip in apparent hope that he could hide it.
"I feel fine Sam." Dean said irritably managing to lean against the headboard and crossed his arms across his chest.
"Ok do you want to try to eat something then?" Sam asked knowing that Dean didn't like to be mother henned.
"Yeah I'm starving." Dean said shoving Sam off the bed so that he could sit on the edge and pull on his boots.
"Dean the doctor said to stay off that leg. I was thinking we could order pizza tonight." Sam said stubbornly sliding Dean's boots out of his reach and sitting back on the edge of Dean's bed.
"Sam I'm fine I don't need a freaking baby sitter!" Dean snarled.
"Ok so pizza it is." Sam said getting up and pulling out the phone book to look up the number.
Dean rolled his eyes and felt his irritation at his brother rising. He didn't want to admit it but he hadn't really felt up to going out anyway. His sore leg was pounding in protest with every move he made. His stomach was empty but extremely queasy and every little move made him dizzy from loosing so much blood. He relaxed against the headboard and crossed his arms over his chest watching as the room righted itself from the spinning motion it was currently having.
"Yes I would like to order a medium pan supreme pizza hold the mushrooms." Sam said pacing around the room glancing periodically at Dean. "How long? Ok thank you." Sam shut his cell phone with a snap and turned back to Dean who was focusing on the far wall. "Dean the pizza will be ready in thirty minutes."
"That's fine." Dean said thickly and swallowed. His throat felt extremely dry and he shifted his gaze to look at his brother. Sam seemed to be moving in small circles for a minute…either that or there were three of him.
Sam went over to the table and pour Dean a cup of sprite and took it over to Dean's bed. "Here drink this the doctor said to give you lots of fluids."
Dean took the cup gratefully and drained it quickly relishing the feeling as it moistened his dry throat. Dean placed the cup on the nightstand and let his head rest against the headboard watching as Sam moved around the motel room. Cleaning up the table from the clutter of research, going in to use the bathroom, putting on his shoes before grabbing the impala's keys.
Sam went over and sat on Dean's bed watching his brother for a minute. "Dean," he said after Dean gave him a quizzical stare. "I need to go grab dinner I will be back in twenty minutes." Sam said and watched as Dean nodded slowly and left the motel making sure the door locked behind him.
Dean listened as Sam started up his car and took off out of the parking lot. He leaned over and grabbed the TV remote off the nightstand and flipped the TV on. He started channel surfing not really sure what he wanted to watch and finally settled on a Titus rerun.
He laughed as he watched Dave try to cheer Titus up by putting milk in his mouth and letting a dog drink out of it. He glanced at the bedside alarm clock noticing it was close to five thirty he figured that Sam would be back around six. He settled himself more deeply into his mattress so as to make himself as comfortable as he could despite that his leg was pounding with every heartbeat.
Deciding that distraction would be the best painkiller Dean focused entirely on the TV. Ears on alert for the sound of his impala and Sam's return.
