Hey, I'm back. JFYI writing three stories simultaneously can get quite confusing. This chapter is mostly just fluff (again sorry) but I'll try and make it bearable. You probably don't care so ill just get to the story. The CW and Kripke own everything (not me).
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Previously: Both Sam and Bobby felt their heart hit the floor when John just stood there and shook his head with tears streaming down his face in response.
Sam couldn't breathe. All of the sudden the floor dropped out for underneath his feet. The next thing he knew he was sitting on the floor of Dean's hospital room crying, with his dad hugging him and telling him everything was going to be okay. NO! EVERYTHING IS NOT GOING TO BE OKAY! It's our fault. IF I hadn't been fighting with dad, then Dean would never have stormed off. God, please let him live. I know he's never asked for anything so please, just this once, listen to me. Please!
He barely recognized his voice, or the fact hat he said, "Dad, what's wrong with him?" He was half sobbing when he said this so he wasn't sure if his dad understood him. Part of I'm really didn't want to know what was wrong with Dean, but another part of him was dying to know.
Apparently John understood him because he quietly said, "Well Sammy he's got a pretty busted up leg, but I'm sure you probably guessed that. They said it's pretty infected too. That's the worst of it though," John wasn't sure if Sammy could handle the truth, but he felt the need to tell someone. He was just to card to deal with this on his own. This is unfair dumping something like this on Sammy's shoulders. He's just a child for Christ sake. I can't do this alone. Maybe Bobby will know what to do. He took a deep breath then he continued, "Beyond that he's got a couple of bruised and broken ribs, a bruised cheek bone and a couple cuts and bruises. They're just breathing for him to take some of the pressure off of his ribs."
Sammy just gave a tearful nod and sat still. He kept staring at Dean. He knew it was stupid, but he felt if he looked away, his brother would just disappear. It's so weird that it took this for me to realize how much you mean to me Dean. I mean, I always loved you, no question about that. It's just, I never truly realized how much you do for me. You are everything for me. You're my brother, my father, my mother, my friend, you're everything to me man. Please don't die. I really don't think I could take it.
Bobby actually had to sit down as he listen to his friend explain exactly what was wrong with Dean to Sammy. He knew that wasn't even close to the full version of what was wrong with him. Just what he heard sounded bad enough, let alone what was actually wrong with him. How John sat there and listened to the doctor explain it is beyond me. Hell, I'm not event hat boy's father and I can barely take seeing him like this. On top of all this, John has to deal with Sammy. How he does this is beyond me. I know I give him shit about being a crap father to the boys but hell, he tries.
The three of them just sat with Dean for hours, each lost in their one introspective world. Dean meant so much to each of them that it was tearing them all apart seeing him like this. John woke from his self-imposed coma and stared at his youngest. This is no place for Sammy he doesn't need to be seeing all this. He's too young. Eventually he found his voice and said, "It's getting late Sammy. You need to get some sleep. Come on, let's go find a room and get some shut eye."
"I'm not leaving him Dad. He needs me," he defiantly replied. He attempted to stifle a yawn as he said this. Sleep would be awesome but I can't leave him. I know Dean would never leave me, so I'm not leaving him.
"What Dean needs is rest, and for you to be okay. If you're not going anywhere else why don't e at least see if we can get you a bed here all right?"
"Ok Dad."
Sam yawned, kicked off his shoes, and hopped up into the other bed in Dean's room. It was unoccupied and somehow he figured no one would mind. HE was really tired, and this bed was really comfy. With eyelids half closed he mumbled, "Night' Dean," and promptly fell asleep.