Sam, on the mobile bed, was pushed past Bobby and Dean. With his hand outstretched, Dean tried to grab for Sam. Not to disrupt them, but to let Sam know that he was still here. To let Sam know that he'll be there when he woke up. Dr. Garcia swatted his hand away and adjusted the oxygen mask on Sam's face.
"Please don't touch him," the nurse scolded as she scooted her way between Dean and the side of Sam's bed.
Bobby wrapped his hand around Dean's torso. Right in the middle of his ribcage and pulled him back as gently but sternly as he could. With his other hand he took hold of Dean's wrist. Bobby took a few steps back until his back was on the wall. Keeping Dean in his grip, Bobby shushed him.
"He'll be alright, Dean. Just calm down," he had said a couple of times.
The swarm of doctors made their way out the room and zoomed down the hallway.
"Out of the way! Out of the way!" they all seemed to call in unison. Other nurses pushing elderly people in wheelchairs moved to either side of the hallway. Doctors walked behind them, asking of there was something they could help with. Patients and visitors were told to clear the way.
Soon, Bobby let go of Dean slowly. He patted his back.
"It'll be okay, Dean," Bobby swears.
Dean spins on his heel, with eyes beginning to water. But he didn't dare to let them fall. He was Dean Winchester and he refused to cry anymore. He had cried enough in the last couple of days that could last a lifetime. Enough was enough.
"How do you know?" Dena questioned, his voice cold and half-hearted.
Bobby rested his head on the wall behind him and shook his head with a shrug. He didn't know. Honestly, he was as scared as Dean; just as worried, too. But that was the only thing he could think saying.
Dean took a step back, throwing his hand through his shot chopped hair.
"What did we do wrong, Bobby?"
Bobby's eyes wandered around the hospital. By now everything looked like nothing had happened. Everyone was clam again and the doctors and nurses who took Sam were no longer in sight. "What do you mean?"
Biting his lower lip, Dean thought of the best way to explain it. "I mean we must've done something wrong- something bad- to deserve this. And to take it out on Sam? Yeah, we fucked up big time according to the big man upstairs." Dean used his index finger and pointed up the ceiling a couple of times. " I mean, why else would this be happening? What could be the reason that we get punished? Because according to my calculations," Dean pointed to Bobby, then to himself, " we did nothing wrong. We didn't hurt nobody- well except for Fran, but that bitch deserved it-"
Bobby put his hand up. "Dean," he cut in, "It was nothing we did. Everything happens for a reason, you know that."
Dean tugged at his shirt collar and cleared his throat, his attempt to keep his emotions under control.
"Well this why is this happening to us? Why is Sam being punished like this. And me-," again, his hand we through his hair. He shook his head. "I don't know how much more of this I can take."
Bobby puts his hand on his shoulder and smiles quickly.
"Just hang in there, kid. We'll all be okay," Bobby says. He gestures toward the waiting room down the hall.
"C'mon, lets go sit. The doctor will be back soon. He'll tell us how Sam's doing."
Both men walked like zombies toward the waiting area.
They sat.
They sighed.
They sat some more.
Within seconds Dean had had enough. "Bobby this is boring!" he complained and Bobby couldn't help but to laugh.
"It's been ten seconds, give them a chance to work," Bobby contradicted.
Dean slapped his knee.
"Ten seconds too long," he mumbled.
Bobby put his hand on his chest and pushed his back.
"Go to sleep," Bobby suggested with a shrug. He reached over and grabbed an In style magazine and began to flip through the pages.
Dean pointed to the pink magazine Bobby was flipping through.
"Really, Bobby? Really?" he asked with a smile.
Bobby looked at him, then to the book, then back at Dean. Not seeing anything wrong, he shrugged.
"What?" he asked with his eyebrow's raised slightly.
Dean grabbed the tip of the magazine.
"That," he says.
Bobby shrugs again. "This?"
"Yeah that."
Bobby smiles.
"Who reads In Style?" Dean questions," C'mon Bobby, be a man for once in your life. Read Sports Illustrated. You're making me look bad." Dean slaps Bobby's shoulder and chuckles a little.
"How do I make you look bad?"
Dean sits back. "Because I have to be seen with you."
Bobby laughs. He hits Dean with the magazine playfully. "Men read this stuff, too."
Sitting up again, Dean smiles. "Oh yeah, and who told you that?"
With a growing laugh, Bobby raises the magazine. " In-Style."
Gripping his stomach, Dean fell forward in laughter. When he finally came up for air his face was completely red. He gasped a few times before getting himself together. "Oh, Bobby. That's funny," he exclaims, wiping fake tears for him eyes.
Bobby flips the book back open. "It's nice to see I amuse you."
Calming, Dean sits back. "You're a riot," Dean snickers back, cracking a smile again.
"Good," Bobby says. "Now let me read in peace."
Dean makes himself more comfortable, but not too comfortable so that his mind wanders to Sam again. He was trying not to worry.
"You got it, chief," Dean replies before staring down the hall, impatiently waiting for Dr. Garcia to return.
-&&"&&-
It couldn't have been more then five minutes before Dr. Garcia came strolling down the hall. He had blood all over his midsection. Instantly, Dean's heart began to speed up. He had his mask on for a second, but he pulled it off in a seemingly frustrated manner. Before coming to Dean and Bobby he grabbed the clipboard off the Main Desk.
"Bobby. Dean," he says. His voice is soft and slow. His eyes show regret.
Dean stands first.
"How is he, Doc. He's okay?" Dean asks.
Instead of answering, Dr. Garcia thumbed through his notes and observations that were written down on the clipboard.
"We did all we could for him," he began. He looked through his notes again, like something new was going to appear from the first and second time he looked. His eyes look up and examine Dean and Bobby's eyes. Trying to distinguish the emotions hiding behind them .
"What?" Dean asks softly. Almost mumbling. "What does that mean. Bobby, what does that mean? 'They did all the could'?"
Bobby reached out and put his arm around Dean's shoulder. Frustrated and seemingly confused, Dean brushed his hand off.
"What does that mean?" Dean's voice is soft with hints of fear in it. His eyes were wide and he looked from the doctor to Bobby.
Dr. Garcia sighed. "I'm sorry. Sam didn't make it."
By then, Dean could hear Bobby sniffling. He didn't even have to look over to know he was crying.
"He didn't make it?" Dean repeated, almost as if he didn't know what that mean. He didn't want to believe it. Maybe it was because he didn't feel it. He didn't feel anything. Dean was completely numb. Cold.
Bobby put both hands on Dean's shoulders, before pulling him into a hug. Dean could hear Bobby's cries as he stroked the back of Dean's head.
Dean pulled back from the hug. He stared at Bobby, still refusing to believe what he heard.
"Dean," Bobby sobbed. He touched the side of Dean's face before continuing. "Sam's dead."
At that moment, that's when everything struck Dean. Everything hit him at once. And at that moment, that's when the tears began to come.
Dean had cried like he never cried before.
Dean had waken up with a scare. He jumped out of his seat, small tears running down his face. He looked around and spotted Bobby, sitting a couple chairs down from him. He held his phone in his hand.
"You okay?" Bobby asked. He looked up at him for a second, then returned to his phone.
Dean felt his chest. His heat was beating fast. So fast he could hear it in his ears and the blood it pushed pumping through his veins.
Dean nodded. "Yeah," he breathes, "Just a freaky dream."
"Wanna talk about it?" Bobby asks, replacing his phone back in his pocket.
Dean shook his head. "No, I'm good," he replies.
He smiles. "I sound like Sammy," he says with a smile, but it soon fades when the memories of his dream and what happened earlier come back to him.
"Sam," he whispers, remembering.
Dean sits up. "How long I been out?"
Bobby shrugs. "Two hours?" he guessed. "Maybe three."
Dean's eyebrows raise. He shakes his head and sighs. "Wow, that long, huh?"
"That long," Bobby confirmed.
Standing, Dean moves up one seat, getting closer to Bobby.
"Funny," Dean says. "I didn't even know I was tired. I don't feel tired."
"You may not feel tired, but your brain is," Bobby explains. "All of this is a lot to handle. Sometime emotional stress can be more than physical stress."
Dean pats him on the shoulder. "Thanks, Dr. Singer," Dean says with a smiles.
"No problem."
Dean was about to say something when he heard his name being called. "Dean? Bobby?" Dr. Garcia called to them.
This time, there was no blood covering his midsection. There was blood on the white gloves he was wearing, but that was it. He held no clipboard, unlike Dean's dream.
"How is he, Doc? He's okay?" Dean asked, but instantly cursed at himself for asking in the same way he did in his dream.
Dr. Garcia looked from Dean to Bobby. "He's stable? Yes. Okay? Hm, not the word I would use to describe him just yet."
"But he's alive, though?" Dean asked, not catching the doctor's drift.
He smiles. "Yes, yes. He's alive."
Dean could feel himself let out a sigh of relief.
"So what exactly went wrong, I mean why is this happening? He was fine just a couple hours ago- well, not fine, but a lot better than this," Bobby asked.
"Well, in the most simplest terms, I'd have to put all blame on us. And I'm extremely sorry for the misfortune and the carelessness of my team, but I can assure you the problem is fixed," Dr. Garcia rambled.
"And what exactly was the problem?" Dean asks.
Dr. Garcia , sighed. " There was two hairline fractures on the side and the front of Sam's skull. Hence, the swelling in and around his brain, and the recent nose bleed. Somehow when we took the X-Ray of his skull we must've missed it, I'm sorry."
"But it's okay now, right? He's fine now? The swelling is gone and his brain his fine, right?" Bobby asks.
Dr. Garcia turns his head from side to side, as if weighing the question.
"He's fine for the time being. He should be good for the night, but the days to come are uncertain. But yes, we fixed the fractures and we had to open the back of his head and literally had to drain the liquid that was pushing on his brain. After that we patched him up, and took another- more thorough- brain scan and X-Ray. We studied his brain waves and are happy to say there is positive brain activity. As for his brain, we're not exactly sure if it's damaged until we wakes up at we see what he remembers and what he can tell us," he explains.
Dean shrugs. "You just said his brain was fine…"
"No, I said there was brain activity. That's the first thing we always look for after surgery in or around the brain, especially because he has the head injury and now the hairline fractures," Dr. Garcia corrected. " As for the swelling, it's not completely gone yet, but we feel it will decrease efficiently and successfully without problem."
Dean nodded. "Alright, that's good, right?"
Dr. Garcia nodded. "Yes that's good. It's what we wanted to happen in the first place."
Dean and Bobby both nodded. Even though Sam wasn't anywhere near okay, he was doing as well as can be expected.
Clearing his throat, Dean asked, "Can we see him?"
Dr. Garcia smiled. "Certainly, the nurses are just putting back in ICU. Go right ahead."
Bobby lays his hand on Dean's back and they begin to walk.
"Wait," Dean called, stopping. "Which room?"
"Same room as last time. If the door is closed, just knock before you go it, just in case the nurses are still getting him settled in," Dr. Garcia replied.
Dean nods. "He's not awake, is he?" he asks, even though somewhere in him, he already knew the answer.
"No," Dr. Garcia says, shaking his head. "But we're all anxiously awaiting his wakening."
Sighing, Dean looks down at the floor.
"Try not to feel sad. The other doctors and I suspect that there's a high possibility that he can hear what you're saying. He just can't answer you, not yet that is. So be careful what you say," Dr. Garcia explains with a smile.
"Got'cha," Dean says before he and Bobby head to see his brother.
-&&"&&-
Dean sat down next to his unconscious brother. Taking hold of his slightly chilled hand and rubbed it gently. Bobby went out to sign the paperwork and get some coffee for himself. That left Dean alone with Sam.
"Sammy," Dean says softly. " Since the doctor said you can hear me, you should know that we're pulling for you, buddy."
The sound of Sam's heart monitor was his only reply.
"I can understand why you don't wanna wake up," Dean says, his voice still soft. " I guess your dreams are better than reality, right now, huh? But you gotta know that I'm going to make things better for you. I'm going to make sure we're happy again.
"Living with Bobby should be good. He'll take care of us. He always has," Dean sighed.
Dean puts his other hand on top of Sam's.
"See all these plans I have? I'm actually thinking ahead. I never do that. Even though you always tell me I should," Dean says with a smile. "But I'm doing it and I have to say it feels good to have a plan for once."
Again, the sound of the machines hooked up to Sam was his only response.
"But you have to wake up, Sam. Nothing's the same without you nagging the hell out of me and being a pain in my ass."
Dean smiled.
"Life's gonna be better, I promise you that. I'll make sure everything's okay, but all you have to do is open your eyes so we know you're okay."
Dean sniffled a little, emotion getting to him.
"I just want us to be a family again, Sam. I want you to be happy. I want us to be happy again," Dean says, gripping Sam's hand and sighs.
"All you have to do is wake up, little brother. Then maybe we can get our life started, maybe it'll be better than before," Dean thought for a second, noticing the peaceful look upon Sam's face. Dean sighs. " But then again, it's all up to you."
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