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Twister

Chapter Ten:

Dean woke to the familiar sounds of his brother tossing around on his bed. It took barely a second for him to realize his brother was having either a nightmare or a vision. It took him just about as long to realize he was going to have a problem getting to his brother with his injured leg

"Sammy!" Dean called lifting his leg painfully to the edge of the bed. Sam thrashed back and forth on his small cot and Dean suspected he knew exactly what his brother was dreaming about when he started calling Jessica's name. "Sam, wake up," he called again.

Dean set his good leg on the floor and prepared to hop over to his brother's bed. He was caught up short by the I.V. that was stuck in his arm and connected to the pole on the opposite side of the bed. He grabbed the tubes and pulled them yanking the I.V. pole and toppling it onto his bed.

Two short hops put him next to Sam's bed. He sat down on the edge of his brother's bed and gently shook him. "Sam, wake up," he called.

Sam's eyes popped open wide and his chest heaved in great gasps of air and he looked up at his brother with fear. He grabbed Dean's hospital gown in his fist as he sat up swiftly and said, "Dean Oh, God."

Dean grabbed his brother's arms "Sammy, its okay, I'm right here."

"A nightmare," Sam said fiercely more to himself then his brother. "It was only a nightmare. It seemed so real."

Dean's heart climbed into his throat as he listened to his brother and he knew that soon he would have to tell him about Jessica.

Sam released his hold on his brother's gown and struggled free of Dean's grip. "Call her," he muttered to himself then looked at his brother and said, "I need to call her." He looked around the room for where he'd put his cell phone.

Dean sighed. He would rather have waited, but it would have to be now. "Sam, you can't call her," he said sadly.

"Of course I can," he said getting up from the bed and looking around. "I've got my cell phone around here somewhere."

Dean stood painfully and took a short agonizing step towards his brother. "No, you can't," he said quietly. "Sam…"

Hearing the tone of his brothers voice Sam turned back to look at Dean.

"Sam," Dean said sadly. "You can't call her. She's not there."

His brother tilted his head at him and asked, "What are you talking about Dean? Of course she's there."

Dean sucked in a deep breath and released it slowly. He wished he didn't have to do this. It was hard enough the first time and it didn't seem fair his brother should have to go through it again. "Sam," he said. "She's… she's gone."

Sam stared at his brother as the tone of his voice and what he had said sunk in. "No," he said shaking his head and backing away from Dean. "No."

"Sam," Dean said imploring his brother to understand. He took a step toward him and was caught up short by the I.V. again.

Sam continued stepping away from his brother until his back hit the wall in the corner of the room. "No," he said over and over again as he sank to his knees.

"Damn it," Dean muttered as he pulled on the I.V. tubes again trying, but failing to get more reach from them.

Sam's expressive eyes looked at Dean begging him to take it back. To tell him that Jessica was okay. "No, Dean…" Sam whimpered.

The door opened and the nurse took a step into the room. She looked at Dean and said, "Mr. Wilkerson, What are you doing!"

Dean turned to her and said, "Get out!"

"Mr.…" she started to say.

"I said get out!" he repeated with quiet menace.

She was going to more but at the look on his face she turned and left the room.

Dean reached over and grabbed the I.V. where it entered his arm and with one quick yank he pulled it free of his arm. No longer impeded by the I.V. he hobbled over to his brother. "Sam," he said sitting down on the floor and gathering his brother into his arms. "I'm sorry Sammy, I'm so sorry."

It seemed like forever… He sat there holding his brother while he slowly accepted again what happened to Jessica. The door to the room opened quietly twice and twice he merely glared at the nurse who peered in at them before closing the door again. His leg ached from the stress he'd put it through, but not as much as his heart ached for his brother.

Sam stirred finally and Dean released his grip on the younger man. "Dean," he asked. "The dream… it… it was real wasn't it."

"Yeah Sam," he replied quietly. "It was real."

"The demon, it came for her… because of me," his brother said.

And Dean's heart broke a little more at the anguish in his brother's voice. But his anger returned and steel hardened his voice as he gripped his brother's shoulder and forced him to look into his eyes. "This is not your fault Sam. None of it is!" he practically hissed. "It's that damn demon!"

Sam sighed and looked away from the fierce look in his brother's eyes. Dean was unsure if it was in acceptance or denial of what he had told him.

"Dean," Sam said concern filling his voice suddenly. "You're bleeding!"

Dean glanced down at his arm. Blood ran freely from where he'd pulled the I.V. out of it. "It's okay Sam. It doesn't hurt," he said. He didn't add that the pain in his leg was downing out any physical pain he might be feeling anywhere else.

The door opened again, but this time instead of the nurse it was the doctor. "If the bed was too soft all you had to do was say something," he said light heartedly to Dean "We would have fixed it for you."

"Doc, he's bleeding!" Sam told him fretfully.

"Well, since it looks like he just ripped the I.V. out of his arm I'm sure he is," the doctor said as the nurse tentatively entered the room and began preparing the bed for her patient's return.

"What? Dean. Why?"

"It was in the way," he replied simply.

Donning a pair of rubber gloves the doctor used a gauze pad to apply pressure to the bleeding on Dean's arm. "We need to get you back onto the bed, so I can see what kind of damage you did to that leg of yours."

Without hesitation and with asking his brothers permission Sam reached down and picked up his brother cradling him to his chest. He ignored Dean's protests as he carried him to the bed and set him down gently.

"Damn it Sammy, I could have walked!" Dean grumbled at his brother.

"Young man, if you have ripped out the stitches that I worked so hard on I'm going to place an order for the nurse to give you a barium enema. And I'm going to make sure the nurse who gives it to you is the roughest, ugliest one I can find."

Dean paled slightly and prayed heavily that none of the stitches where damaged.

A/N – Okay, I know my last chapter didn't have any brotherly angst, but I think maybe this one will have made up for it. I hope you enjoy it. Please review and let me know. Thanks again for taking the time to read and review what I have enjoyed writing.