Thanks to rascalflattsgurl43 for the beta.
Warnings and disclaimers: see chapter one.

Chapter 9 Winchester luck

Dean swam to the surface of consciousness just like he was pulling himself up out of the water. His hearing was dulled like he was still under the water and he had to blink sweat out of his eyes. Dean woke fast but groggily. He was confused by the bright lights. Car lights? Dean couldn't remember trying in vain to find his last memory floating around his tired brain. Sam on the road injured. Car accident. He had to carry Sam. Dean's shoulders hurt as did his right side in particular his thigh.

Dean slipped off the bed without knowing what he was doing but allowing his natural instinct to take over and his instinct said find Sam now. It took three goes to get his knees to lock and support his weight and four goes to be able to leave the support of the bed without falling on his face. Dean found a door and after three shoves had the thing open. Sam was waiting for him on the other side as he held onto the doorframe taking his weight off his left leg which was screaming bloody murder at him for treating it so badly.
"..ammy?"
"Dean! Shit what are you doing up, you idiot."
"Sorry Sam. Damn kid was up before I knew it." Bobby panted looking half asleep.

Sam grasped Dean's shoulders to hold him up without thinking. Dean flinched at the contact with his bruised shoulders and started to slide down the wood. Sam slid his arms under Dean's knees and his back carefully and carried him back to bed mindful of the trail of IV's and bed cloths Dean had left in his wake. Sam could feel the heat coming off Dean like a furnace, feeling like it was almost burning his skin where he held Dean.
"Sammy carring me now. Not so boney huh?" Dean mumbled as Sam eased him into the bed.

Sam frowned as he watched Dean's eyes move behind his lids. Nothing prepared him for Dean's eyes rolling back in his head and start to seize. Unfortunately Sam had enough experience to know not to hold Dean down but to clear the area and press the call button forgetting the Doctor was right beside him. Sam pulled back a little as the watched the medical staff work on Dean with wide eyes. Dean soon settled back into relaxed unconsciousness but with the help of an oxygen mask and more monitors.

Sam and Bobby were ushered into the hallway once Dean was settled and comfortable.
"I'm sorry to say it but I would like to transfer Dean upstairs to ICU for at least the night."
Sam's stomach plummeted at the words feeling close to panic.
"I know it looks bad but the seizure was bought on by the fever Dean has, nothing more. I'm positive the stronger anti-biotic will work soon but I would feel better if he is monitored more closely until the fever breaks. He also tore open the stiches in his leg and forearm which I will repair before he goes upstairs. Any questions before I organize the transfer?"

Sam had questions, a hundred of them, but now was not the time. He vaguely shook his head so the doctor could get back to treating Dean. Bobby recognized the look of shell shock in Sam's eyes. Hell, he felt it himself. He guided Sam down to the café for a coffee and breakfast since it was late enough in the morning for the early shift to eat before the start of the working day.
Bobby made Sam sit at one of the little tables despite the fact he wanted to head upstairs. Sam kept his eyes down barely acknowledging Bobby's presence.
"It's okay Sam. Dean's a fighter he won't leave you."

Sam shoved his fingers through his hair then gripping the long strands in despair. "It's too much Bobby. You know how many times Dean has got close to dying or has died in his life let alone in the last year? One day his body is just going to say, no more. We are just getting over dad and I know this is selfish but I just can't lose him."

"It's not selfish, Sam. Dean has been your whole life since you were old enough to squeeze his finger. We just have to be there for him. Let's get some more coffee and head upstairs."

TBC