The Pain Within Ch. 10
Disclaimer: See chapter one
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Previously: Closing his eyes, Sammy allowed himself to drift off contentedly knowing that he was cherished and that he was loved.
Standing outside the window as he watched his dad rocking Sammy, Dean couldn't stop the despondent sigh that escaped his mouth at the thought of it being his father in there with Sammy instead of him. He had always been the one to comfort Sammy every time the kid was sick and it was eating him up inside to have to stand on the sideline this time.
"Dean, you feeling alright? Bobby asked, turning a concerned eye toward Dean at hearing the somber sound that the teen had unwittingly emitted.
"Yeah, I'm okay Bobby. I just hate being stuck out here. I should be in there taking care of Sammy. It's not fair," Dean replied, placing a hand across his tender stomach. His stomach was beginning to churn once again and he wasn't sure if it was because of the illness or the fact that he wanted so badly to be in there with his little brother.
"Maybe we should go back to the room to wait on John and Sammy. You're looking a little too pale to me Ace," Bobby stated, noting the way the color had drained from Dean's face over the last few minutes.
"No, I'm alr-ahhhh," Dean hissed, curling his arms around his stomach as he leaned forward in an attempt to relieve the pain that was suddenly shooting through it.
"That's it Dean, I'm taking you back to the room whether you like it or not," Bobby voiced authoritatively as he wrapped an arm around the teen's shoulders. "And don't even think about fighting me on this kid. Sammy is going to need you when his treatment is over and you won't be of any use to him if you're too damned sick to help him."
"'Kay," Dean whispered, knowing full well that Bobby was right. He wouldn't be able to help Sammy if he was flat on his back. And that wasn't his only concern since he knew he would also require the use of a commode soon with the way his stomach was rebelling on him right now.
Knocking on the window, Bobby waited for John to look up at him. "I'm going to take Dean back to the room," he called out, hoping the hunter would be able to hear him. He didn't want his friend to panic if he should look their way to find nobody standing there.
Nodding his head that he understood, John glanced at his oldest to see that Dean was looking rather peaked and it caused him own stomach to clench with worry knowing that Dean was still pretty sick himself. Tugging fingers through his hair, he knew he would have to trust Bobby to take care of his oldest for him right now because there was just no way he was leaving Sammy while the ten year old was in the middle of his dialysis treatment. Watching as Bobby and Dean walked away, he could only hope that Dean would recover soon. He damn sure didn't want to deal with both of his children having to endure the dreaded dialysis sessions.
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As he and Bobby slowly made their way back to the room, Dean breathed deeply through his nose as he tried to fight off the pain of the cramps that were assaulting him full force now. He had thought he was over the damn illness after not experiencing any symptoms for the last few hours and it ticked him off to find out that he was wrong. He was sick and tired of being sick and the last thing he wanted was to be hooked up to another I.V. or given one of those damn suppositories that the doctor seemed to think he needed. Breathing a sigh of relief as the room came in sight, Dean gasped as he was suddenly assaulted by a vicious cramp that had him doubling over in pain.
"Dean?" Bobby queried anxiously as he wrapped a supportive hand around Dean's arm to keep him from falling to the waxed floor.
"Bathroom," Dean panted, breaking out in a cold sweat and praying that he would make it in time to keep himself from being mortally embarrassed.
Rushing Dean along as fast as he could, Bobby through open the hospital room door and got Dean over to the bathroom. Not bothering to worry about the boy's modesty, he yanked Dean's pajama bottoms down quickly and eased the young hunter back onto the commode just in time to keep from splattering the floor with bodily fluids. Wincing at the sound and the smell, he had started to back out of the small bathroom when he heard Dean starting to gag.
"Oh shit," Bobby groaned knowing exactly what was about to happen. Grabbing the small trashcan in the corner of the bathroom, he raised it to Dean's mouth just in time for the eldest of the Winchester boys to throw up in it. Fighting off the urge to gag himself, Bobby rubbed the teen's back as he waited for Dean to stop heaving.
Once Dean had finished puking, Bobby took away the small trashcan and then grabbed a clean washcloth from off the sink and ran it under cool water, making sure to wring out the excess water before handing it over to Dean.
"Damn boy, when you get sick, you sure do go all out don't ya," Bobby mused worriedly as the young hunter wiped his mouth. He couldn't help but wonder if he should get the doctor to check on Dean. He was drawn out of the musing when he heard the sound of Dean's tired voice.
"Bobby, could you, uh, give me a minute?" Dean asked as he motioned towards the door with a nod of his head. No way was he going to clean himself up with the grizzled hunter standing there in the bathroom with him.
"Yeah, sure kid," Bobby answered, making his way out of the small bathroom. "Just holler if ya need me."
"M'okay, but thanks," Dean replied, waiting for the man to close the bathroom door. Breathing a sigh of relief, he quickly took care of business and then hoisted his pajama bottoms back up before Bobby became worried. He had more than enough embarrassment in the last few days to last him a lifetime. Pushing open the door upon finishing, he was grateful when Bobby reproached and wrapped an arm around his waist to help him over to the bed. His legs felt like jelly and he wasn't sure he could have made it there under his own steam.
"Okay, in you go Ace," Bobby voiced as he helped Dean climb onto the bed before pulling the blankets up around the young man and tucking him in. He couldn't help but smile as the young hunter mumbled his thanks and then swiftly faded off to sleep. Hopefully by the time he awakened again, Sam would be back in the room.
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Later that afternoon found Dean wide awake and feeling much better as he waited for his baby brother to awaken. Sam had been returned to the room a few hours earlier after having finished his dialysis treatment and had as of yet to wake up and it was driving Dean insane. Deciding to do something about it, Dean climbed out of his own bed and made his way over to his sibling's bedside.
"Hey Sammy, time to wake up now little Dude," Dean prodded as he stood beside his baby brother's bed. "This Rip Van Winkle routine of your's is getting kind of old ya know."
"Dean, leave your brother alone," John chided as he placed the Car and Driver magazine he was reading on the window sill and walked over to where his boys were. "He needs his rest."
"But Dad, Sammy's been sleeping for a long time now. I'm worried about him." Dean retorted worriedly as he carded his fingers lightly through his baby brother's chocolate colored locks.
"I know you are, but the treatment was a little rough on Sammy and took a lot out of him so he needs all the rest he can get right now to recuperate," John voiced as he wrapped an arm around Dean's shoulders in support. "He'll wake up when he's ready."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I just…." Dean's voice trailed off as he watched Sammy's eyes begin to slowly open and gaze around the room before settling on him.
"Hey kiddo, how are you feeling?" Dean asked, a huge smile lighting up his face as seeing his brother somewhat awake.
"M'tired and my head hurts a little," Sammy answered lethargically as he fought to keep his eyes open.
"That's a side effect of the treatment, Tiger." John informed his youngest as he reached out to palm Sam's cheek with his calloused hand. "You'll feel better in a few hours."
"Mmmhmmm," Sammy agreed, his eyes closing in slumber once again. He was just too weak to stay awake any longer.
"Sleep well Sport," John voiced affectionately before bending down to lightly kiss his youngest on the forehead. Tucking the blankets around Sam to make sure he stayed warm, he then turned his attention to Dean.
"Okay Ace, time for you to get some rest also," John told his oldest as he grasped Dean by the arm to help him over to his own bed.
"But Dad, I slept earlier," Dean rebutted, wanting to stay close to Sammy in case his little brother woke up again.
"And you're going to get some more sleep now," John declared in a no nonsense voice as he kept Dean moving towards the bed. "Don't think I didn't notice how rough you looked earlier."
"Yes Sir," Dean grumbled knowing he had no choice bvut to follow orders since his Dad was in overprotective mode. Climbing into the bed once again, he rolled onto his left side where he could keep and eye on Sammy for the rest of the evening. Against his wishes though, he soon found his own eyes growing heavy and eventually succumbed to the throes of sleep.
TBC Sorry for the wait, it is hard to find time to write at this time of year.