Dean watched as his little brother carefully ate his soup and drank his water in the same length of time that it took him to eat his burger, fries, pie and coke. That wasn't too disturbing though as he knew that it was the first thing that Sammy had eaten since waking up, what had him concerned was the fact that he couldn't seem to sit still.
"Hey bro, what's up with you?" he asked, wondering what was really going on.
Unease was building up in Sam fast and he had no idea how to address the situation without embarrassing himself in the process. Seeing that Dean wasn't going to let it go, he quietly muttered, "I need to go to the bathroom, but I'm not sure if I can make it by myself."
"Dude, you should have said something, that's what I'm here for." Dean said as he moved out of the booth and helped Sammy up. "I'll help get you there, but after that you're on your own."
Sam nodded and smirked, hearing the underlying affection in his brother's voice. He knew that if he needed help, Dean would be close by. "Ok, thanks Dean."
Making the decision that it would be better for Sammy in a stall instead of a urinal, Dean helped get him settled before waiting by the sinks. After a few moments he heard his little brother mutter something about not knowing he could pee that much, and Dean felt like he'd been hit upside the head. 'Of course he's going to pee more, they had him on so much medicine it's going to take awhile for it to run through his system. Damn it, why didn't I think about that, and how long has he had to go?' Feeling horrible for not taking something so basic into consideration, Dean made a mental note to stop every hour for a few minutes to make sure all needs were taken care of from now on.
"Uh Dean, I hate to ask, but do you…"
Before Sam had the opportunity to finish his sentence Dean reaching for his arm to help him out of the bathroom. "Ok Sammy, here's the deal. You have meds that you need to take before we leave here, so I'm going to put you in the booth and get them, ok?"
Shaking his head, Sam concentrated on his footing while he spoke, "Actually, can we just go? I mean, we're done eating right, and we have water in the car for anything I need to take, I think we should just head out."
Looking at Sammy, Dean had to wonder what was going on in that freakishly brainy head of his brother's, the kid had major surgery not to mention the complications and he could barely walk fifty feet without looking like he was going to fall over; so what was making the kid think they had to rush to go to who knew where to begin with. Promising himself he'd get to the bottom of it later, he nodded and guided Sammy out to the Impala and helped to get him settled in the backseat before returning to pay and thanking the waitress. By the time he made it back, Sammy was sound asleep propped on the pillows against the door.
"Aw Sammy, damnit… why didn't you tell me you were that tired?" he asked, truly wondering when he and his little brother had lost their connection.
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Jim had just finished making a pot of coffee while Bobby and Caleb were listening to the police scanner when they heard the sound of a truck pull up and both doors being slammed shut. Not wanting to take any chances, all three men made sure they were armed before easing towards the door to wait for whoever it was to make themselves known. None of them recognized the truck in the driveway, and with the questions that were popping up they knew it could be foe as easy as it could be friend.
When the door opened, all three men were shocked to see not only Joshua, but John standing there looking at them as if they'd lost their minds. The absurdity of the situation wasn't lost on any of them and they visibly relaxed when all weapons were lowered.
"Where the hell have you been John?" Bobby demanded, "Do you have any idea what's been going on? Do you even care?"
"Bobby, it's alright, I took care of it." John answered as he walked into the kitchen and poured himself some coffee.
"Took care of what John?" Jim asked, sensing that something more was going on that what they knew.
Joshua closed the door behind him then answered, "The goons who were after Sammy, we took care of it. Now all we have to do is find that Cara chick so she won't try to finish what her friends started."
"Wait… what? John, do you have any idea that hospital doesn't know where the boys are?" Caleb stood there waiting for an answer, but it looked like his question was going to be ignored. Finally he heard his friend speak and he knew it was wondered what the hell was going on.
"The boys are fine; I'll meet up with them in a couple of days. Now before you jump my ass, yes I know that Sammy's still sick, yes I made sure to get medicine for him, and yes I know exactly where they're going and no I'm not expecting a phone call when they get there."
Jim stared in shock and wondered what the hell was going on, because at the moment he hadn't a clue; then again he had been wondering what John had been thinking for a month now. What he heard next made his blood run cold.
"Cara Kline is going after Sammy to get back at me; she thinks I got her brother killed." John said firmly, still not believing that it was actually a time that he hadn't messed up that someone wanted him to pay for it.
Bobby stood there for a moment before the name actually registered in his brain. "Kline, as in Chris Kline? My God John, there was nothing you could do, we all know that. Forget that, I didn't even know he had a sister."
Standing back, Caleb watched and listened. He had met a young hunter by the name of Chris Kline once and only once, and thought the guy was a little too jumpy to be a hunter. If it was the same guy, then he could easily see what got him killed. Looking at the other hunters he wondered if they were getting the same weird vibe that he was. "John, why didn't you tell us what was going on?"
John thought about how to answer, he'd always thought he could trust others like them; other hunters, but he'd learned his lesson the hard way and he wouldn't be so trusting anymore. "Leave it alone Caleb, I'll deal with this myself."
Not understanding what was going on, it took a few minutes for realization to dawn on them, and another moment before Jim could vocalize what they all were thinking. "Oh dear Lord, John; you think one of us tipped her off!"
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Dean had been driving for the last two hours and knew that it would be a good thing to get where they were going if for no other reason than he could take better care of his brother once they were in one place. He had intended to stop every hour, but with Sammy sleeping so well he didn't want to risk jinxing his brother's rest. Luckily though he'd been able to cut some of the travel time down and he was more than a little thankful to find a small old fashioned motor court called the Appleton Inn. Pulling some cash out of the glove box he rushed in, got a room and was back before Sammy had even noticed he was gone.
Pulling in front of room number 27, he quickly got out and unlocked the door checking to make sure that the room was secure before running back out to the car. Knowing that he was about to deal with a very confused Sammy, he started talking to him before he even opened the car door.
"Come on Sammy, we're here… that's right, whoa there little brother, its ok…"
It took a little longer than he expected, but he managed to get both of them inside and settled without dropping either of them on their asses. Finally though, Sammy turned to him with bleary eyes and asked, "Where are we Dean?"
"A little place called Ohio, Illinois, Sammy; Home Sweet Home." Dean joked, but frowned when he noticed that his brother wasn't really following the conversation. "Sammy, you ok there bro?"
Sam wasn't sure where they were, it didn't look like Jim's and it didn't look like any hospital that he'd seen, but he was sure he had to be in one or the other. He watched Dean talk to him but it didn't make any sense, how were they in Ohio and Illinois at the same time? Deciding that it was too much to worry about he instead concentrated on sitting up, knowing that he needed to get to the bathroom by himself; he didn't want to bother his brother with something like that.
"Sammy? Hey dude, let me help you." Dean said while watching his little brother struggle to sit up, it was then that he noticed how warm Sammy seemed to be. What he had attributed to being snug in the back of the Impala was actually a fever taking hold, and he couldn't believe that he screwed up again. "Ok kiddo, let's get you situated, then I'm going to make sure you take your meds."
It took over half an hour, but Dean was able to get Sammy settled back in bed and not only give his prescriptions, but also a fever reducer before his little brother said something that made him feel like he's been kicked in the stomach by a werewolf.
"Dean… please don't leave… I'll be better, I promise…please ask Dad to let me stay."
