A/N: For everyone that is loyal to this story, I'm sorry I took forever to post! I hope this makes up for it!
Chapter 12-His Only Family
"What the fuck?" House yelled. He walked quickly after the team. They arrived at Sam's room not too long after to see Cas and a new person standing outside of Sam's room, just watching him. "How the hell did he get in here?" Dean turned to look at House.
"You're House, right?" Dean asked. House stepped in front of the team, staring Dean down.
"Let me guess, Dean LeHane?" House said. Dean glared at him, then suddenly he threw a punch at him. It hit House square in the jaw. Dean looked back into the room to see Sam staring back at him.
"Sammy." Dean said. He quickly moved into the room, leaving the team and House standing in the hallway, House running his jaw. "Sam, you okay?" Dean asked as he moved next to Sam's bed. Sam tried to turn away from him, tried to not look into Dean's eyes.
"I'm sorry." Sam whispered. "I just want it to all be over."
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked. "What happened?" He sounded calmer than both Sam and Cas thought he'd be. But Sam didn't get to answer before his heart moniter went off. He closed his eyes as his heart stopped beating.
"Move!" Thirteen yelled. Dean was pushed back to the doorway, where he stood by Cas. He stared with wide eyes as they touched the paddles to Sam's chest for yet the third time. All he could think as the problem was that poison Ruby had put into Sam's system. Was Sam really dying without it or did it fuck up his heart so bad that even if he had it, there would be nothing he could do about it. After Sam was stablized againg, House turned to glare angirly at Dean.
"Get out." He said. "I don't know what you're doing to the kid, but it's killing him." House growled. Dean had already made up his mind. He wasn't leaving Sam.
"I'm the only family he has and I know you'll need my consint for anymore of those dumbass tests you want to run on him." Dean said, pointing at Sam. "So, I suggest you let me stay."
"We actually have reached someone else who can speak for Sam." Forman said. "His uncle Bobby...Singer." Forman said, looking down at the clipboard. "Actually, it's stated that you are not allowed to make any decisions for Sam."
"What?" Dean asked. "What do you mean?" He was out in the hallway, surrounded by Chase, Taub, House, and Foreman. Thirteen was still by Sam's side.
"I don't have to explain my decisions to you." House spat. There was pure wrath/hatred/fire in his eyes. "Now get the fuck out of my hospital before I shove my fuckin' cane so far up your pretty boy ass that you're going to be Jeff Dunham's next puppet. Shithead brother on a stick." With that, House motioned for two large secutity guys. Typically, Dean would've beat them up, but he didn't want Sam to see and withdraw farther from him. He needed to get his brother back.
"Fine." Dean said. Sam was still asleep. Thirteen was watching Dean. "But once Bobby gets here, he'll explain why I have to be here." With that, Dean turned and left. He was just going to wait in the waiting room until Bobby got there, but the security guys followed him out into the hospital entrance and stood there until he got in the Impala. Dean began the drive to a nearby motel while calling Bobby.
Oh nooos! The darkness in everyone is showing it's claws. And what is wrong with Sam? If you want to find out, review!
