Side kick-Bia1007

Beta- Eggylaine

We have to grow up some day

2 days ago...

"Oh crap, help! I need help!!" John yelled when his eldest started shaking violently on the bed.

Sam was crying, he needed to make sure his big brother was okay but no one was telling him anything, just that they had an accident. He was so sick of being babied and being lied to!

He lashed out and caught John in the middle of his back.

Nurses rushed in, pushed John out of the way and wheeled Sam's bed to the furthest end of the room to make as much space as they could.

"He's gonna be okay Sam," John promised as he threaded his hand through Sam's knowing the boy needed answers, the punch in his back was obviously a cry for someone to talk to him, 'guess he missed Dean's company like hell.'

After several minutes passed nurses and staff started to dissipate from the room leaving just the doctor to explain.

"Your son spiked a rather high fever which is the reason for his convulsions before, we'll continue to cool him down and I've started him on a stronger antibiotic. We should see some improvement within the next few hours."

"When will he wake up?" John asked still squeezing Sam's hand for support.

"That's really up to Dean, give it time Mr. Winchester, his body's been through a lot these last few days."

'You're telling me!'

"I'll stop by in an hour to see how he's doing."

"Thanks doc."

The doctor nodded then left.

"See, told you, it's gonna be fine."

Sam nodded then started swinging on the bed, he whimpered some then did the quickest leap John had ever seen anything do. Thankfully Sam didn't have much energy so he didn't get very far from his own bed.

"Sam, back in bed," John ordered but Sam shook his head then tried to climb up next to Dean. John couldn't deny the boy of any more today so he helped Sam up and watched as the boys automatically curled protectively into each other.

He hoped Sam would get some sleep now he was with Dean but his eyes were still wide and he almost looked like he was on guard duty. When he saw the young boy grip a hand to his painful chest whilst he coughed up some flem John left the room then asked for a nurse.

"Could you give him something so he can get some sleep? Dean will kill me if he wakes up and Sam's not sleeping sound."

"Okay, it's time for his pain meds soon anyway so that should knock him out for a few hours, I'll make sure Dean doesn't tear into you too much," she smiled before she left.

John couldn't help but feel guilty for thinking there were some perks to having a deaf son, Sam was none the wiser when the nurse pushed the meds through his IV and soon enough Sam's eyes were closing.

"I'll just go get some assistance so we can put him back in his own bed."

"No, I got it," John said hooking his arms under Sam's legs and arm, he lifted the boy and carefully placed him back in the bed furthest away from the door. The nurse tucked him in with a smile then left after she asked if John was okay. Obviously he nodded a yes only thinking of his sons. "Man Deano you better wake up soon kid, or so help me I'll kick your ass and let Sam help."

~S/D~

Now...

"Damn pain in the ass," Bobby cursed the lake as he signed the papers for ownership of the death trap.

He contacted his local council and asked who had the legal possession of the mile stretch of land surrounding his yard and it turned out, no one did, hadn't for a very long time. He asked if they could do something about it, fill the useless lake in, or nuke it at least. But the only solution they came up with was he could buy the land for a very reasonable price then he could do whatever he liked with it. For his nephew's sakes and the lives of every person who was lost to the water, he bought it.

Now all that was left was sending the papers off, then draining every last evil drop of water from the hell hole down there.

John had also called him and said the boys were both being released later on today as Dean and Sam were doing much better, so he had some work to do, some making up to do for almost getting them all killed.

"Good riddance," he said licking the envelope shut after he folded the papers neat inside.

~S/D~

"Can I have a feel of his chest?" Dr. Cook asked John, standing in the middle of the hospital room.

"Ask him, he is a person you know."

"Right, sorry, um...Saaaammmm?" he asked slower than required but John chose to ignore it. "Can I have a feel of your chest?"

Sam nodded, he was a little hesitant but when he saw Dean was watching him like a hawk he nodded the best he could, trying to not look like he was scared right now.

John helped Sam take the gown off and shuffle it to his hips so the doc could have a listen.

Sam sat forward when he was motioned to and jumped when the stethoscope touched his back.

John was smiling at him which helped, but it was still freaking him out, he wanted nothing more than to make all those people go away and to be left alone to have a normal quiet afternoon with his big brother.

"Is he okay dad?" Dean asked, trying to lean over to see if his little brother was doing okay.

"He's fine, just a little jumpy."

Dean nodded then knew what he had to do, he pushed out of his own bed and limped over to Sam before anyone could stop him. John made a little space for his eldest and Dean squeezed in the middle so he could see how Sam was doing. But when he saw Sam, he also saw his black and bloodied chest.

"Holy...shit," he gasped knowing he was the cause. 'Little bruising my ass!!!'

Sam refused to look his big brother in the eye, painful tears filled his own and he didn't want Dean to think he was any more of a baby than he already did.

"Sammy I'm, I'm so sorry."

Dean let the doctor prod and poke his brother for a few minutes before it all became too much for the both.

"Mmmaahh!" Sam yelped when the doctor tapped on a particular tender spot.

"Stop it, you're hurting him!" Dean yelled pulling the doctor away. "Hey Sammy it's okay, he can't hurt you, I'm not gonna let anyone else hurt you," he cooed holding his baby brother's hand till the shaking stopped. Trouble was, when the shaking stopped, Sam let go of the hand in his and Dean had no choice but to stagger away in shock. "Sam I..."

Sam just simply wiped away the water in his eyes then looked up at his big brother and smiled ever so lightly.

When Dean felt the sharp implement being removed from his chest as Sam smiled at him, he calmed himself down enough to let the doctor check them both out. He handed John a prescription sheet for them both, some antibiotics for Dean and some painkillers for Sam, sent his apologies to them all then left them to it.

"That wasn't so bad," John said far too jolly to be the real John Winchester.

"Dad why didn't you tell me?!" Dean yelled out of the blue.

"What?"

"Sam's chest! Fuck!" was all the older boy could get out before his eyes stung once again.

"Dean, this is why, just stop it, let's pick this up when we get back to Bobby's, I'm beat and I need a shower."

Dean nodded then let his father help him pull his sweats over his bandaged leg.

Sam gulped when he saw the yellow tinge the white bandage had, no one would tell him what was wrong with Dean and why he was shaking so much the other day.

"Sam, you want some help?" Dean asked his brother as he pulled the gown off the rest of the way before Sam even nodded yes.

When John laid out some clothes for them Dean opted for the button up shirt and zip up hoodie for his baby brother, knowing it would be the easiest thing for Sam to put on without being in pain.

He didn't pay much attention when he was pulling a t-shirt over his own head, he just wanted to make sure Sam was getting better, he owed him that much, and so much more.

"Sam let me help," Dean said to his little brother as he pushed from the bed wincing as he got to his feet.

Dean tried his best not to limp as he supported his brother down the hall before any nurses could insist on wheelchairs.

"Hey boys, ready to go?" Bobby asked meeting them at the entrance to the paediatric ward.

"More than," Dean grunted then swatted Bobby's help away.

"I don't know about you helping Sam, I'd say he was keeping you vertical right now."

Dean glared at the man making jokes then pushed past without a word heading for the lifts.

"What's up with him?"

"Just a touchy subject right now," John explained to his old friend as they made their way to the lift Dean holding and slowly strode to the car park, hovering behind the boys in case they needed help but staying far enough away that they wouldn't get their heads bitten off.

"What did the hearing doc say when she saw Sam the other day?"

"Nothing, she had a quick look in his ears then said he was fine, no more tests needed."

"That's one good thing then."

"Yeah, Dean was relieved, one less thing to worry about for all of us."

"Yeah...right..."

TBC...