Fighting Words

Dean staggered out of car trying frantically to put on his left shoe. With his final success he half stumbled into the hospital desperately trying to locate his little brother's room, getting dirty looks from every nurse in the hallway. Some nurses even followed him thinking he was a drunken coming to hurt a patient.

"I can see you all, and I would appreciate it if you nosy hags would stop following me like I am the freakin Cat in the Hat." Dean yelled annoyed at the elderly women who started to shy away.

Dean continued to walk down the starch white hallways, except this time with a little more grace. As he made his way to Sam's room he halted desperately trying to clear his mind of hang over and his concern for Sam, after all Sam wasn't five anymore and he doesn't need to be protected from the monster in the closet, or in this case the Grey's Estate. He was a college boy, a super geek like Steve Urkel.

Dean let out a slight snicker as he though of how his brother would look in big glasses, suspenders, tube socks, and loafers saying, "Did I do that?" Dean was suddenly ripped form his thoughts we he noticed that Sam's hospital bed was gone along with Sam. Dean could feel himself swaying slightly before he ran nervously to the Nurse's station.

"Excuse me…Excuse me, Miss…" Dean said as respectably as possible before he let out a scream at the nurse who was on the phone talking about makeup, gowns, and dancing. She was clearly on a social call. "Hello… excuse me can I get some assistance."

"Yes…Sir, how may I help you?" The nurse said.

Dean didn't like that attitude this nurse gave him, but he continued to ask his question, "Where is my brother, Samuel Winchester? His room was empty."

The nurse began typing, clearly taking her time despite her youth. Dean tried to calm himself down, but he could have sworn this nurse must have been playing Tetris or something. After what seemed like ages the nurse finally picked up the phone and dialed an extension and began talking before she hung up the phone and turned to Dean. "He is in Neurology getting a Cranial CT, he will be back shortly. You can wait in his room if you want sir." Dean thanked the nurse and headed back to Sam's room. When I get my hands on you Sam I am going to kill you for scaring me like that.


Dean quickly fell asleep upon sitting down, but was awakened ten minutes later by the clamor of the medical team bringing Sam back to his room.

"Sir, sorry if we disturbed you, but your brother should be out for the night, but if he wakes up with any discomfort or pain please call us. I will be back later to check up on him."

"Did the MRI or CT, whatever it is, go all right?"

"Yes it was fine. I will tell you what the results were when I come back to check on him in about six hours. If I come any sooner I cannot guarantee that I will have accurate results."

"I have one more question. If Sam's MRI test results are good will I be able to get him released? He is a little scared of hospitals."

"Yes, but I recommend that he stay. Mostly so I can be sure that he doesn't pull any sutures or get an infection if the lacerations open again, if that is all I will leave you two alone to rest Mr. Winchester." The doctor said as he headed out the door.

"You didn't put up much of an argument about that MRI did you geek boy." Dean quipped.


Dean couldn't go back to sleep after the doctor left, after all it had been a long night. So, he settled for early morning talk shows until Sam woke up.

"Mmmh"

"Sam…are you awake?" Dean said after hearing his sleeping brother mutter.

"Mmmh….I don't wanna go to schoool toodayyy Daddy." Sam mumbled as the sleep began to crack from his eyes.

"Sam…come on wake up I am bored out of my mind." Dean whined.

"Dean, shut up. I'm trying to get some shut eye…turn off the TV," was Sam's answer, before conscious gripped him.

"Sam stop PMSing." Dean said sarcastically.

"Come on Dean, just be quiet. I feel like my head exploded after a herd off elephants danced on top of it."

"Okay, fine, but if you are in pain I have to call the doctor." Dean said on a serious note as he held down the call button.

It had been only three minutes since Sam woke up. He was now rubbing at his temples trying to stop the pain. Dean was in the hall with the doctor discussing Sam's current condition.


"Dean we are not sure what is causing your brother's fits, but we think that the headaches are a side effect of his grade V concussion. I think he might be suffering from PCS, but it is too soon to tell, so before I give any treatment I would rather wait a week or so. Until then we prescribed some aspirin. I will be back later with the CT results."

"So if he does have PCS what is going to happen to help?" Dean asked with concern.

"He will be suffering from a list of symptoms, such as, headache, dizziness, fatigue, nausea, double-vis-" The doctor started before he was cut off by the sound of a familiar scream.

Dean would have thought Sam was being burned alive at the stake with all the screaming he was doing, but no he was lying on the floor. "Sam?" The only response that Sam gave was a pair of scared, almost childish green eyes.

"Dean...I'm okay…I just lost my balance when I stood up…Sorry if I scared you?" Dean turned back to the very concern doctor who had abandoned their conversation mid-sentence.

"Sir, I will get Sam's results then I will talk to you about the PCS, but for now if Sam has anymore migraines call the nurse, she will bring him some aspirin." And with that the doctor left Dean's sight leaving the brothers to talk once again.

"Sam, what really happened, because I'm just not sure I believe you? No one screams like that because they lost their balance and fell."

Sam closed his green eyes and sighed. He was trying to think of what to say. "Sammy" Dean yelled, frustrated with his brother's lies, "tell me the truth, NOW."

"Robert Grey isn't the only spirit in the Grey's Estate; there is another one, a second ghost, A woman. I saw her in my vision."

"And…what about earlier when you had that fit. I don't believe that the only information that you can remember is that Robert Grey was psychic."

"I died." Sam said bluntly.

"What?"

"Robert Grey levitated me off the ground and strangled me," muttered Sam.

"I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch and his girlfriend." Dean said angrily before he stormed out the door in a flurry of fury.

"Dean wait? She killed the Grey's, not Robert. She killed them. DEAN."

Dean didn't even hear Sam calling as he made his way down the hallway and out the hospital. His mind was made up, fog blocking anything or anyone from changing his mind.


OKAY SO THAT IS THIS CHAPTER. IT HAS BEEN AWHILE, BUT THE GOOD NEWS IS I WROTE ANOTHER ONE AND IT SHOULD BE OUT TOMORROW OR SUNDAY. SO THANKS FOR READING AND PLEASE REVIEW (IT IS THE BUTTON BELOW...SEE) : )