I did it again didn't I...long pause between an update. My concience got the better of me and I'v just finished of this chapter lol
Enjoy
The moment Sam had opened his eyes, he had all but demanded to be taken to his brother. Growing frustrated waiting for the nurse to bring the wheelchair, he had been in the process of moving from the bed by the time she returned, managing to pull on the stitches around his thigh causing him to gasp in pain.Going down the hallway he had to count to ten in order to refrain from grabbing the wheels and speeding himself along to his goal as the whole being pushed thing wasn't getting him there quick enough.
And yet despite his frustrations at not getting to see his brother quick enough...and the anticipation he had felt since waking, once he was actually outside his brothers room…all he felt was dread. Both brothers had seen their fair share of hospital rooms, and each had been in the others position…the patient and the worrying sibling. In Sam's opinion…being the patient was a lot easier.
The young nurse explained to him that Dean would be hooked up to machines and wires, taking readings of god knew what, he really wasn't paying attention. Instead his thoughts were centred on seeing his brother.
"…so I'll leave you here, you can go in when you're ready" knowing the young, haunted looking man before her wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to what she was saying the nurse quietly walked away to attend to her other patients.
Taking one final deep breath, Sam wheeled himself forward and opened the door into Dean's room. The tension left his shoulders as he finally clapped eyes on his rock after what felt like forever without him. He laughed a shaky laugh at the thought that his brother could make him feel better even as he lay unconscious in a hospital bed.
Dean's skin was pale, but there was a slight colour in his cheeks allowing for him to look like he was just resting and having a sleep after a very eventful hunt. His breathing was shallow but steady, and the heart monitor beeping in its oh so annoying, yet weirdly reassuring way, told of a strong heartbeat. If he concentrated hard enough, Sam could just about pretend that all the wires and machinery surrounding the bed didn't exist, and it was just him and his brother united against the world and everything in it.
Slowly wheeling towards the bed, he stood and shakily shuffled the last few metres towards the chair which sat beside his brother.
Chuckling, he lay a had on Dean's arm, "what a pair we make huh, me walking like an old man, and you spending the day in bed…so much for the Winchester rep".
The words all but caught in his throat as he looked into his brothers carefree face, Dean always looked so young when he was asleep...or unconscious…or whatever.
Moving carefully so as to avoid knocking any of the equipment around the bed, Sam leant forwards and placed his hand on his brothers arm. Feeling he muscle twitch slightly below his palm, Sam smiled, allowing himself to believe that Dean knew he was there. Not knowing how long he sat in the same position, Sam gradually felt his head getting closer and closer to the hospital bed.
Some time later, Dr Matthews came quietly into the room, looking for his young charge who wasn't in bed. He couldn't help but smile at the sight that greeted him. Sam's head lay on the bed, alongside his brothers arm. For the first time since he had arrived in the hospital, his patient had a smile on his face, his features altogether more relaxed. Dr Matthews sighed to himself, unwilling to disturb Sam, but knowing he had to for the patients own good. He walked toward the bed not wanting to startle Sam, and involuntarily let out a gasp as he glanced toward the other patient.
Dean eyes were open, and they were fixed on the Doctors face. The older Winchester had been aware of the fact that he was alive and lying on a bed for a few hours, however he had not been able to muster enough energy to open his eyes and get a proper bearing of his current situation. He had felt Sam's presence in the room some time before, and had allowed himself to nap, safe in the knowledge that his baby brother was able bodied enough to be moving around.
He had also drawn comfort from the feeling of Sam's hand on his arm…although he would rather take on the yellow eyed demon then admit that to him.
At this precise moment though, he felt anything but relaxed. He had awoken to the sound of someone entering the room, and feeling the weight of his brothers head resting on his bed, knew that it wasn't Sammy. Instantly the hunter in him had him alert and ready...
As ready as he could be lying in a hospital bed anyways. Eyeing the Doctor warily, he put all the remaining energy he had into shooting the most hostile glare he could. His natural instinct was to not trust anyone, regardless of the uniform they wore.
"Hello there Dean, my name is Dr Matthews, its good to see you finally awake" the Dr could see that his attempts at easing this hostile patients mind weren't working, judging by the fact that Dean's eyes only narrowed further.
"I think it would be a good idea if we got Sam back into his own room, both of you need plenty of rest at the moment, and I doubt he's very comfortable where he is now huh" he said, the ever present twinkle in his eye shining all the more, accompanying the mirth in his voice.
In spite of himself, Dean's face relaxed as instinct was telling him that this doctor was a good man and, even more importantly, that he seemed to care about Sam's well being.
"Alright then," Dr Matthews said, openly smiling as he realised that Dean's newly relaxed posture meant he had cracked through the young mans harsh trust barrier "let me just get Sam back into his wheelchair and you can both get some sleep. I'll be back later to check on you an if you're up to it, we can talk more about you".
As he spoke, the doctor had moved towards Sam, gently patting him on the shoulder before helping him into the chair. He smiled as the younger Winchester looked around through bleary, sleep filled eyes before plopping down onto the seat and almost instantly falling asleep again. Looking up he noticed Dean's face, now relaxed in sleep, and slowly wheeled Sam out back towards his room and the waiting bed.
The next time Dean awoke, he noticed two things. One, the Dr Matthews guy was stood at the bottom of the bed, apparently reading his board and checking all was going smoothly. The other, was that Sam's bed had been wheeled into the room. He smiled to himself thinking about the fuss his little brother must have caused to be allowed such a thing.
Worry clouded his eyes as he realised that people had managed to move an entire bed into his room without even remotely disturbing his sleep. "Must have really been out of it" he thought to himself.
Dr Matthews nodded to himself as he read the stat report for the young man in front of him, all was progressing nicely. He looked up and smiled at Dean, dipping his head in a greeting.
"Hello again, you look a lot better than when I first saw you I have to say" he said, his face growing suddenly stern at the memory of the night Dean had been wheeled in on a gurney, covered in blood and gasping for breath. Shaking his head to clear the memory, he focused on the face staring up at him.
Dean frowned, realising that his voice wasn't working and his mouth was parched. The doctor realised his predicament, moving towards the side of the bed to grab the jug of water. Pouring a glass he moved it towards Dean's mouth, allowing him to sip the cool liquid.
Sighing in satisfaction, the older Winchester lay back into his uncomfortable, hospital issue pillow and looked up at the doctor, a question in his eyes.
"Sam…"
"Is fine, well as fine as he can be," the doctor said, answering the question before it was asked "you were his first concern upon waking too, you can tell you guys are brothers".
Dragging the chair at the foot of the bed towards Dean, the doctor sat, clipboard on his lap and addressed the young man in front of him. After explaining about Sam's injuries, the doctor reassured Dean that everything was going swimmingly concerning his brothers healing process.
"And now onto you," he said taking deep breath, "you had us scared for a little while Dean. We took you straight into surgery to sort that lung of yours. Everything went ok with the op, and it should heal in about two to three weeks. You had some head injuries which attributed to a slight concussion, and probably didn't help things any. Aside from that you have general cuts and bruises, but nothing worrying. You guys sure got worked over by those guys who jumped you" the doctor shook his head, his mouth forming a grim line.
"Good call Sammy" Dean thought realising the cover his brother had come up with. After sitting a moment to digest what the doctor had told him, he flashed a trademark grin and said "but I still get to eat the jell-o right".
"You can eat all the jell-o you want," Dr Matthews said chuckling before growing sombre, "tell me Dean, where does someone like you get all of the scars I saw when you were on the operating table?".
"What can I say doc, it's a tough paper round, but somebody has to do it" the smile on Dean's face was almost good enough, but it was the look in his eyes which told of a longer, deeper story that the doctor was almost too scared to ask of.
After a moment of staring into the soul of the young man before him, he once more replaced the smile on his face, and stood to leave "indeed, get some rest Dean, the more sleep you have the sooner you'll heal up".
"G'night doc" Dean said, closing his eyes with a sigh.
ARGH this thing just never ends! I keep trying to wrap it up, but I don't want to rush it...but I also don't want to drag it out lol.
I'm going to make the next chapter the last one. I was going to do the entire hospital stay but I don't think I will. It's killing the flow of the fic i feel...I dont know...thoughts?
I want to move onto newer and brighter things so I'm going to wrap this baby soon
All comments and critiques welcome as always
XsarahX
p.s. I only proof read this one twice so apologies for any mistakes in grammer/spelling
