After Effect
By: chocolate rules
(Post Devil's Trap)
A/N: I'm actually doing research to try and give Sam a real medical situation, but I think that I might just make one up:D Sorry for the long waits, I'm going away this weekend and I've been having a whole bunch of nosebleeds that won't allow me to write. :'( It's common for me during the summer. Sry! Well, really hope that you enjoy the added angst. Things will only keep going downhill from here! The plot bunnies are about to get really, really evil. Hope you all like the angst!
Chapter 11: Struggle
"There's no way I'm letting you do that!"
Dean stood at the foot of his baby brother's bed as he watched Sam trying to pull away all his attached equipment. Sam was still on IV and being monitored, but none of the equipment was actually keeping him alive or anything, so he felt like they were useless and had begun pulling them off.
His brother had left a good half hour earlier whilst Sam was still sleeping in hopes that he could get himself morning cup of Joe before he awoke. He entered the room and saw Sam struggling against his IV.
Dean placed the Styrofoam cups and food baggie on the rolling table that was used for Sam's meals- which had also been holding the laptop seeing as Dean had been bored and had bought himself a new one almost immediately upon release.
"Well, thank goodness I don't need you to let me do anything," mumbled Sam as he pulled off an attachment that was monitoring his hear beat.
Within seconds, milliseconds really, Dean was beside him pinning his hands forcefully by his sides. The steady beep of a dead heart filled the room as a few nurses come rooming into the room.
"What's going on?" one asked when they saw the sight of the two brothers.
Sam was struggling to regain control over his hands and worm them out of Dean's hold. However, seeing as how he had spent a few weeks out of it and hadn't received any solid foods, he was extremely mal nutritioned considering how he would normally be and the strength required to over power one Dean Winchester.
"He's pulling off the wires," Dean replied.
"I don't need them!" Sam cried out from beneath his brother.
"Call for a sedative," came another voice.
The first nurse nodded and ran off to get said medication.
Meanwhile, the second nurse and Dean managed to get Sam to stop moving long enough to replace the chest patch. A third nurse came in with the requested shot.
"Keep him calm, Maggie," she said as she neared the bed.
At the sound of the new nurse, Sam froze and looked over to the door. He couldn't believe it! That had been a dream! What was she doing here?
Sam began to struggle more frantically now. However, Dean's hold on his hands still and Nurse Maggie restraining his midsection, he could do nothing against the oncoming needle.
Soon he was still, released by both captors and fighting against the darkness. He heard one of the nurses say that they would call back Dr. Brooks and they both left the room.
"De…" he started to ask.
"Hush, Sammy," Dean whispered from his seat at Sam's side. "Don't know what the fuck that was all about, but it's over now." He said as he threaded his fingers through Sam's long, sweat damped hair.
He had that look on his face, the one that said something's up and when I find out what it is I'm going to kill it. It usually made Sam feel protected and comforted, but right now it worried him.
"Dean," he tried again. And again, Dean shh'd him. With the continued petting and reassuring words that he'd be okay, Sam was once again lured into sleep.
plz, READ AND REVIEW! (I know most will b from ppl mad that its short, sry! ) :D