This chapter may be a bit quick but I just wanted him better and on his feet. Read & Review please.

Chapter 14

Sam stopped at a hotel instead as it was nearest. He said he would be there for about a week and paid for the room. He went up two floors to get to his room and slung his bag at the end of his bed. He grabbed some clothes out and a towel and headed for the shower.

Half an hour later he was asleep on the bed and his bag was on the floor, by the side of the bed.

Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Dean was still asleep. Isabelle had checked up on him and he tried to talk, but was too warn out and tired from pushing himself to talk and move.

He wasn't quite strong enough to move just yet. He lay on his bed half asleep and half awake, listening to the rush of people moving around in the hospital, before he fell asleep again.

Later that day, after Sam had gotten a good amount of rest, he had came back to the hospital again in the Impala. He parked the car outside and headed directly to his injured brother's room.

"Heya Dean. Did ya miss me." He said in a lively way.

"You're back at last." He slowly whispered again.

He had opened his eyes but everything was pretty blurry. He looked towards the tall dark figure standing over him.

"You shouldn't try to talk too much. You could injure yourself." Sam said with a laugh.

"So how are you today?" Isabelle asked as she came through the doorway.

"Dean is a lot better he can just talk and knowing my brother as well as I do, he is probably pushing himself to make his body move. As for me I am worn out from cleaning up after him even though he is in the hospital, as in I mean his car, and I feel a lot more awake after getting some sleep for once. And there is a good thing to all of this, I can say whatever I want and he can't hit me." Sam said with a smile at the end.

'I'm gonna kill him when I have more strength.' Dean thought while he was listening to the conversation between Sam and Isabelle.

"You shouldn't be so evil to your brother, he can still hear you. Your brother is making great progress by the way. Although he shouldn't try and push himself. He needs his rest." Isabelle told Sam.

'To hell I'm gonna just lay here and do nothing. I need to get my strength back quickly to kill those sons of bitches.'

"I know he shouldn't but he will. I won't be able to stop him." Sam said trying to keep his voice low.

'Damn straight.'

"Well you could just talk to him."

'I'm really starting to dislike her now.'

"I'm sorry but you don't know my brother."

'OK maybe I wont kill my brother.'

"OK. I'll be back in half an hour to check up on him." Then she swiftly left the room with the two brothers in it.

"I'm guessing you were listening to that. Well I think you should push yourself, just not too hard."

'I really need more strength to talk. This is just getting on my nerves.'

A few days had passed and Dean was now able to move a little and talk a lot easier.

Sam had just came in from the hotel with a cup of coffee in his hand to be surprised by his brother welcoming him.

"Hiya Sammy." He said while he was sitting up on his bed.

"Uh, Hi. So what else can you do?"

"Watch this." He said very proud of himself as he showed his brother he could bend his arms and legs slowly.

"Well that's great." Sam said with amazement.

"Hey could you pass me the remote for this bed. It's really annoying me that I have to be propped up by pillows."

"Hey I'll do it. Say stop when it's upright enough for you." Sam said as he grabbed the remote and pressed the up button.

"OK, that's far enough. Hey Sammy, I said stop. Stop pressing the button!" Dean yelled at his brother.

Sam put the remote down and smiled at his brother, trying to keep back a laugh, at the look of panic on Dean's face.

"You are so lucky I can't hit you."

"Yeah. I know." He replied happily.

"Don't get too happy. I'll get you back some day."

"Well I now have something to look forward to."

"I tried to sit myself up, but Isabelle thought I was pushing myself to hard and helped me. I've been trying to move a lot more as well but I ache so much and I'm tired. Hey, when will she be back by the way. I'm starving." Dean asked.

"She should be here in about five minutes."

"How about now." Came the familiar voice of Isabelle.

"Great. Could I have a cheeseburger?"

"I'll see what I can fix up. See you Dean. See you Sam." She said as she turned around and left.

It was later and Dean had just eaten his sandwich, he was disappointed that he couldn't have a cheeseburger but he was too hungry to moan. Afterwards he had a rest and thought up some ideas to get his body working better. He had started to do some that morning before Sam came, as he knew he would think he was trying too hard. He started by trying some arm pumping then went onto lifting his legs. He did these for five minutes and then went back to sitting on his bed. He promised himself that he would do these exercises three times a day after each meal.

Sam sat in the chair near the door of the room, watching his brother do his exercises. He was amazed that he was able to work his body so well already, especially after being unconscious, having a half breed's hand in him; which was thought to give him serious muscle and nerve damage, and being under a sedative.

"Hey! You got a problem?" Dean said as he noticed Sam was staring at him.

"Huh? What? No." Sam said as he sat up and acted like he had been in deep thought.

"Yeah well at this rate I'll be out tomorrow."

"What? Oh, whatever you say." Sam said as he looked at the floor, and started thinking over what they could do to stop these experiments.

"Dude, are you actually listening?"

"Sure, whatever."

"Bitch."

"Sorry. What have you been saying?" Sam said as he looked up from the floor at his brother.

"Nothing. I said I should be out tomorrow. I'm bored, I'll just try and walk a bit, coz I can move. Now I just need to get off of this bed." Dean said as he pulled the blankets off and looked over the edge of his bed.

He pulled himself over to the edge of the bed and let his legs hang over the side.

"OK guys. I know you haven't been walking for a while but now you can again." He said quietly to his feet.

Sam gave out a quick laugh, but stopped when he received a glare that could kill from his brother. Dean then looked back at his feet and then to the ground.

"After three. One, two, three." He said to himself as he then slid off of the side of his bed.

As he landed on his feet he stumbled a little but grabbed the bed and got his balance back. He then looked up at his brother and gave him a huge grin.

"See told ya. Now I just got to walk around." He said very pleased with himself.

"He raised his left leg gently, while he was shifting his weight onto his right leg. After raising his foot off the ground he moved it forwards and placed it back onto the ground. He then did the same with his right leg then once more to get used to it.

"See now I just need to see if I can get back onto the bed. And I don't need your help." He said to his brother as he saw his younger brother quickly jump to his feet.

He slowly and steadily turned back around and took a few steps back to him bed. He then pulled himself backwards onto the bed. After sitting on the edge of the bed he lifted his legs up onto the bed and pulled the blankets back over him. He was knackered after being awake for so long and all those exercises he just did that he just crashed backwards into his pillows and fell asleep.

Sam sat back down after making sure his brother was OK. He did know Dean would be OK just it was if his brother did get hurt, he could have done something to stop it. After seeing his brother go to sleep he knew that would be the best time to go get some food for himself. He quietly snuck out of the room and later left in the Impala.

I know it may be a bit quick for him to be up and about but Oh Well. R&R.