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Chapter Ten

It was around 2 in the morning when Dean began moaning lightly, both men who were sleeping on straight backed chairs next to his bed jerked awake. Sam quickly glanced at Bobby before lightly touching his brother's hand to encourage him to wake up further but Dean wasn't waking up. Dean moans turned to quiet whimpers, his eyebrows pulled together, his head started rocking from side to side, his legs jerked and his arms looked as if they were attempting to lift toward his face. "Dean." Sam stated quietly trying not to jolt his brother to wakefulness but he gave up as Dean's whimpers grew louder and his movements wider. "Dean!" Sam stated louder. The older Winchester's movements grew even greater, his arms and legs thrashed trying to get away from whatever was attacking him in his dream. "Dean! Wake up man it's just a dream!" Sam said loudly panic entering his voice pulling him and Bobby to their feet. Sam was reaching across Dean to try to secure his arms underneath his body when he saw the red starting to seep through the bandages on his side. "Bobby! Call the nurse."

Bobby was already on top of it; he had seen the blood as well and moved quickly to alert the nurse of the trouble. A nurse was quickly in the room with them attempting to wake Dean as well but as suddenly as it had started the episode was over. Dean lay breathing heavily, sweat shining on his forehead and chest. His eyes slowly opened revealing hazy fear-filled eyes. "Dean?" Sam questioned quietly moving toward his now calm though distant brother.

"Sammy?" Dean asked in a surprised tone of voice, "You're okay."

"Yeah Dean; I'm fine." Sam said quickly grasping his hand to assure him of his presence. Dean gently reached his hand and touched his side pulling it away to find it damp with his own blood. "Sammy." Sam quickly replied "Yeah, what's up."

"I think I pulled out some of my stitches." Dean stated matter of factly. "Yeah, I'd say that's definitely a possibility." Dean smirked before laying his head back on the pillow knowing that for the moment he was safe.

Within an hour the nurses had Dean all cleaned up and had put butterfly over his recently re-ripped flesh. "So, no more pain killers." Sam stated rather than asked. "No, no more painkillers and no more hospital." Bobby and Sam rolled their eyes knowing that Dean wasn't going to sit still much longer.

"Why didn't you call me?" Sam questioned his brother quietly breaking the silence between them. The rest of the previous night had been uneventful. Bobby had left to attempt to get some uninterrupted shuteye and after watching a couple lame episodes of some ridiculous soap the younger Winchester was ready to get some answers to the questions that had been plaguing him since he arrived.

Dean shifted slightly, angling himself toward his younger brother letting out a soft sigh. "I didn't figure you would come."

"Of course I would come, Dean. How could you think that?" Sam questioned his brother louder this time unable to believe what his brother just informed him of.

Dean huffed, "You left Sammy. You left and never called. Why would I believe that you would come back?"

"I didn't leave you Dean. I left Dad not you." The younger Winchester grew still louder, his frustration clear.

"Funny how I could get that mixed up huh." Dean deadpanned.

"Dean, that's not even fair. You know how much I wanted to go to college, to get away from Dad, to get away from that life." Sam hissed the last part still aware of where he and his brother were.

"Yeah, you're probably right." Dean stated with finalization turning back to the soap that until recently so enraptured the boys attention. Sam turned his attention back to the television knowing that the discussion and the polite relationship that had reigned between them was over. Bobby was going to kill him.