Disclaimer: It's a sad state of affairs, but I do not own Sam and Dean. If I did to you think I'd be hurting them like this? Well… okay, yeah I would because some guys just look so good in blood! Besides everybody likes a hero fresh from the fight!

Twister

Chapter Fourteen:

Dean woke suddenly. There was no sluggish return to consciousness this time. No fluttering of the eyes. One moment he was asleep and the next he was wide awake. He sat up in bed and knew immediately that something was wrong. He looked around the room and did not see his brother. "Sam," he called. "Sam." His brother didn't answer. He pressed the nurse call button and looked around the room again this time taking in the small details.

He noticed the crutches leaning against the bed and the bundle of clothes sitting on the chair next to the bed. He grabbed his cell phone off the pile of clothes and dialed Sam's number. He really began to worry when his brother didn't answer.

The door opened and Dean looked up expecting his brother. He was disappointed to see the doctor entering cautiously. "Are you going to take a swing at me, or can I come in?" he asked.

Dean didn't reply to the question in stead he asked, "Where's Sam?"

"He left," the doctor replied.

Dean pulled the blankets back and grabbed his clothes. He took a hold of the tubes running into his arm and was about to pull them out when the doctor reached over and grabbed his hand. "Don't," the doctor told him.

Dean pulled his hand back from the doctors grasp, reached up and grabbed the man by the throat. "Don't even think about it," he told the doctor menacingly.

"Wait," the doctor was able to choke out. He put his hands up and repeated it. "Wait."

"For what?" Dean asked. "For you to inject more damn drugs into my I.V."

"Umf," the doctor said around the hand at his throat.

"I don't think so," Dean said shoving the doctor away from him. He reached again for the tubes this time pulling them out of his arm with a swift jerk. He grabbed his clothes and began getting dressed. "Did my brother say where he was going?" Dean demanded as put on his pants.

"No," the doctor replied. "Wait a minute… he said he was going to meet the reporter, Ms. Williams."

"What the hell for?" Dean asked pulling on his boots.

"I really don't know. He merely mentioned it in passing as he was threatening me with a malpractice lawsuit."

Dean stopped for a second and looked at the disgruntled looking doctor. "Yeah," Dean told him. "My brother's a bit more civilized then me. If anything happens to him because I'm not there I'm going to come back and kick your ass from one end of this hospital to the other."

The doctors' pager went off and he pulled it out and looked at it just as the door opened and Sandra Williams walked in looking very disheveled. "Dean," she said.

"You'll have to excuse me. I have an emergency," the doctor said heading for the door.

"Dean," the reporter said, "You need to go with him. It's your brother."

"What!" Dean exclaimed as the doctor left. "What happened?"

"He saved me," she said quietly.

Dean stood and nearly fell when he put all his weight on his injured leg. Sandra helped him regain his balance and handed him his crutches which he yanked out of her hand. "What happened," Dean demanded as he headed for the door.

"He got shot," she replied.

Dean whipped around so fast he nearly fell for the second time in less then a minute. His eyes blazed as he grabbed the reporter by the shoulders and shook her. "What?"

"He got shot, those darn inbred, lowlife, scumbags shot him," she replied nearly in tears. "He pushed me out of the way."

Dean released her and using the crutches he sped down the hall to the emergency room. He never even stopped at the receptions desk instead he slammed open the doors to the triage area and made his way inside. "Sammy," he yelled as he made his way around exam rooms looking in each one for his brother.

"Dean," he heard a familiar voice call out.

Dean found his brother in the same room they'd been in when they first arrived. The nurse then had called it a trauma room. Dean walked in and found the doctor was already there. Sam was sitting up, leaning forward as the doctor examined his back. Blood soaked bandages covered the upper portion of his shoulder. His brother was already hooked into an I.V. and red blood flowed from the bag to his arm. Machines beeped and chirped around him. "Sammy," Dean said eyes wide as he looked at his brother.

"Dean," Sam replied. "It's okay, man. I'm fine."

Dean's eyebrows shot up on his face at his brother's remark. "You are not fine!" he shouted. "Damn it Sammy you've been shot."

Sam looked at his brother and grinned, "Yeah, but it was a just a little gun. It was only a twenty two." His grin turned to a grimace as the doctor hit a tender spot while he cleaned the wound.

"Sir," a nurse said to Dean. "You'll need to go and wait in the waiting area."

Dean glared fiercely at the nurse and replied, "Like hell. Doc you tell this lady I'm waiting right here."

The doctor merely nodded at the nurse and continued to work on Sam's injury.

"How bad is it doc?" Dean asked worry plain on his face.

"Your brother's right, it's not too bad." the man replied. "It entered on the top of the left shoulder at the back. That's the entry wound. The bullet passed through the soft tissues underneath the skin before coming out again on the front of the left shoulder. He lost a lot of blood, but it was a pretty clean shot with a small caliber round. He was very lucky."

"So, he's going to be okay?" Dean asked.

"He's going to be fine," the doctor said.

"Good, because I'm going to kill him myself," Dean said and turned to his brother. "Sammy what were you thinking going off by yourself?"

Sam looked at his brother. He had known this was coming, but that didn't make it any easier. "Dean, I was thinking that I had to do something about my…" he looked briefly around the room at the doctor and nurses before continuing. "…about the warning I received."

"You went without me!" Dean said severely. "You put yourself in danger and I wasn't there to back you up."

"I had no choice Dean," Sam replied. "Dr. Feel good here had already given you the sedative. I knew you wouldn't be awake soon enough and I had to save her."

Dean glared at the doctor who was pretty much ignoring the by play between the brothers. He had bandaged the entry wound and moved to the front of Sam's shoulder working on the exit wound.

"Dean," Sam said to his brother. "You're going to need to find her and stay with her tonight just to make sure nothing else happens."

"No way Sam," he replied. "I'm not leaving you."

"Dean, you have to," Sam implored.

"I don't think so," his brother replied.

"Dean," the doctor interrupted. "It would actually be best if you'd go back up to your room and relax for a while. I'm going to have to admit your brother anyway just to make sure infection doesn't set in."

The look that Dean gave the doctor would have wilted a steel bar. "Do not even start with me Doc. I already have a bone to pick with you. This whole damn mess is your fault."

"Excuse me?"

"If you hadn't given me that damn sedative I would have been able to go with him and he wouldn't have gotten hurt."

The doctor looked at Sam, "Does that make any sense to you?"

"Absolutely," Sam told the doctor. "And I'm not getting admitted."

"Yes you are," said Dean. "You just got shot Sam even dad didn't mess around with bullet wounds and you know it."

"Oh, come on Dean it's not that bad."

"Sam, I mean it," Dean said.

"Fine," Sam said, "But if I have to stay here then you are going to have to keep Sandra company tonight."

Dean shook his head, "No, not gonna happen."

"Yes it is," Sam told Dean. "I don't know if I stopped it or not. It wasn't our usual thing." He could not even believe he was having this conversation with his brother. Normally Dean would jump at the chance to spend time with a beautiful woman.

"Sam you got shot because I wasn't there," Dean said. "Do you really think I'm going to leave you now?"

"Yes," Sam replied.

"No," Dean told him.

"Oh, for goodness sake will you two grow up?" the doctor said. "You sound like my boys and they're only nine and twelve years old."

Both Sam and Dean looked at the doctor.

"You might as well go with the girl," the doctor told Dean. "If you don't then he's not going to stay and neither are you. And even if he stays he's going to be up all night worrying about her. He needs rest."

"Dean, please." Sam pleaded.

Dean threw his hands in the air, "Fine, but you better stay put this time!"

"I'll have your brother moved up into your old room," the doctor said then turned to Sam. "If you'd like I can order something to help you sleep."

"No!" the brothers said together.

A/ N Have Fun! I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and thanks for reading.