Sam didn't even wait for Bobby to stop the truck before he ran inside the hospital.
John was standing outside of Dean's hospital room arguing with a doctor. John had been drugged with chloroform by Taylor and stuffed in the trunk of her car. By the time he woke up and realized where he was, she had already found Dean and tied him up. John returned to the hotel room to find Dean unconscious and bleeding out from his wrists. Taylor was gone but John didn't notice. He untied Dean, took him to the hospital, and called Bobby.
Sam ran down the hallway and practically jumped into John's arms.
"What happened?" Sam asked, his voice shaky.
"I don't know," John answered. Sam couldn't tell by his tone if he was mad at Dean or still annoyed at the doctor he was just talking with.
Sam looked inside the room. Dean was asleep in the bed with bandages on his wrists. He was also wearing a hospital gown and hooked up to an IV.
"May I go in sir?" Sam asked. Not knowing what had happened on the job, John may not have wanted his boys together.
However, John, thankfully, nodded. And Sam went inside and sat in a chair next to Dean's bed.
At this point, Bobby had come up to the room.
"What the hell happened Winchester?"
"I don't know why I let you convince me to take him."
"I ask again. What. The hell. Happened?"
"The boy got distracted! That's what happened! His broken heart met a girl that he clearly fell for and then she drained him because she's a God damn vampire."
"Dean knows better-"
"She clouded his judgement Singer."
"Sounded like she clouded yours too before she shoved you in a trunk."
"This is not my fault," John said in a low voice. "I was going off what Dean had told me. That was his responsibility and he failed."
John turned around and began walking in the opposite direction.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I have been here all night. I'm still wearing my boy's blood. I'm going to find a hotel and clean up."
John left. Bobby went inside the room and stood behind the chair Sam was sitting in. Bobby could sense the kid's anxiety.
"He's gonna be okay Sam."
"I don't like hospitals," Sam mumbled.
"Come on, you know your pain in the ass brother. A quick blood transfer, a nap for the concussion, and he'll be back in no time. No matter what we tell him."
Sam laughed a little.
Hours went by and it was now getting near the end of visiting hours.
Sam had fallen asleep in the chair a while ago. A nurse brought another chair in for Bobby.
"Yay, you're awake," Bobby said as he watched Dean stir in the bed.
Dean pointed at the cup of water on the table. Bobby handed it to him.
"Where's my dad?" Dean asked after he took a sip.
"Who cares? How you feeling?"
"My head hurts like a bitch."
"So push the button for pain medicine."
"Yeah I know how the button works Bobby. It shuts off when you max out."
"I can get a nurse."
"No it's fine. Can you turn the light off?"
Bobby got off and turned the room lights on but left a lamp in the corner on so the room wasn't pitch black.
"How's Sam? He's not too scared is he?"
"Why don't you just worry about you for a second?" Bobby asked. He was about to ask Dean another question when John walked in.
"Good. You're up. Now you can tell me what the hell happened back there."
"John, maybe now's not the best time," Bobby said, knowing Dean's condition with Sam sleeping right next to him.
"She tricked me!"
"They all trick you Dean! That's why you have to be faster and smarter than they are!"
"Dad-"
"I wouldn't have let you come if I knew that girl had climbed inside your head and took over. I shouldn't have let you come."
Dean wanted to argue back but knew his dad was right. Maybe he had let Kelly and Taylor get in his head and distract him.
"Seriously Winchester, now is not-"
"Why the hell are you still here Singer? You brought my boys back to me, your work here is done, I'll be taking them with me."
"You're not going anywhere with them just so you can fuck them up more."
"Excuse me? My boys have never had any problems before I sent them to you! It's only been a couple of months and Dean's got a baby momma and Sam's got a bunch of older boys out for his ass so if anyone's fucking them up, it's you."
"Dad!" Dean cried in Bobby's defense.
"Is everything alright in here?" a nurse asked, walking into the room. No doubt she heard everything.
"Everything's fine," John said as calmly as possible. "He was just leaving."
Bobby had a mini stare down with John before looking at Dean. Poor kid was so lost, he didn't know what to do.
"I'll call you and your brother," he said before turning around and leaving.
"Then I want you gone too," Dean said to John.
"What?"
"I don't want you here. I just need to be alone."
"Dean-" John started, pissed off.
"I'm a patient right?" Dean asked the nurse. "I can refuse any visitors I wish right?"
"Well, technically yes-" the nurse started.
"I want him gone," Dean said again, getting choked up.
"I'm sorry sir. I'm afraid I have to ask you to leave."
"Fuck this," John said, storming out of the room.
"Can I get you anything else?" the nurse asked. Dean shook his head. She smiled and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Dean looked over at Sam sleeping in the chair. Boy barely even flinched.
Dean slowly got out of bed and walked over.
"Sam. Sammy," he said, nudging him. Sam groaned and blinked open his eyes. Dean guided him over to the bed. The two climbed in and fell asleep.
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