Johnny Angel Ch. 36
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Author's Note: A huge thank you goes out to everyone who read and reviewed and to the reviewers I couldn't reply to directly.
Previously: "Nah, I think we're good, thanks." Bobby voiced as he glanced over at the two boys on the bed affectionately. Of course, the thought ran through his mind that as long as he had those two around, he'd never need anything else because they were his family and as long as Sam and Dean was around to liven up his life, there was nothing more in the world he could ask for.
Sitting at Sam's bedside as they waited for word on Sam's latest blood test results, Bobby could only hope they would finally be taking the youngest Winchester back to his place to fully recuperate. Sam was getting seriously grumpy after having been cooped up in that hospital room for four days and he honestly couldn't blame the kid. He'd be bitching too if he was stuck with a needle every time he turned around. It wasn't enough that they had to draw the kid's blood every few hours, no, Sam also had to put up with having the heparin shots in the stomach too.
"What the hell is taking so damn long to run a simple blood test?" Sam grumbled as he pushed himself up in the bed and glanced over towards the closed door with irritation.
"Calm down Dude. It's only been a few minutes," Dean stated, trying to placate his upset younger brother. "I'm sure the doctor will be here in just a few minutes.
"Yeah, well he better be or I'm getting out of this damn bed and walking all the way back to Bobby's if I have to," Sam replied with a huff, crossing his arms in front of his chest in a show of defiance.
"That'll be kind of hard to do Sammy, especially seeing as how your legs aren't completely up to strength yet," Dean voiced as he reached out to brush a calming hand through his siblings chestnut colored hair. Even though the physical therapist at the hospital had kept up with Sam's regimen of core strengthening and leg exercises, Sam still wasn't totally up to par yet. Of course, there was also the fact that Sam had to wear the pressure stocking, but Dean knew better than to bring that up with the mood that his little brother was in right now.
"Then my awesome big brother will just have to help me," Sam retorted as he looked up at Dean with pleading eyes. "I just want to get out of…."
Whatever Sam was going to say was silenced as the door to his room opened and Dr. Joseph Jernigan walked inside with a manila file folder clasped in his right hand. "Good afternoon gentlemen, I have some wonderful news for you. The results of Sam's latest aPTT blood tests confirm that the correct dosage of heparin is being administered and Sam can finally go home as long as he takes the warfarin medication exactly as prescribed.
"Oh, you can count on him doing that Doc. I'll make sure of it," Dean stated as he cupped the nape of Sam's neck and gave it a light squeeze.
"I'm sure you will," Joe said with a wistful smile, noting the affectionate grasp the eldest sibling had on the youngest. "But you also need to be aware that while Sam is on the warfarin, he is more likely to bleed, even from activities he has always done. Therefore, he needs to take it easy, and that includes his PT schedule."
"But…" Sam started to complain as he glanced up at the doctor.
"But nothing. It's imperative that you don't push yourself too hard with this or you could develop another blood clot or start to bleed internally," Dr. Jernigan iterated sternly as he gave his patient a pointed look. "Look Sam, I know your upset that this will impede your recovery just a little bit more, but I promise you, the situation will eventually rectify itself and the blood clot will dissolve allowing you to get back to your normal everyday life. Just give it some time."
"That's the problem Doc, I'm tired of giving it time." Sam sighed as he fingered the light blue colored blanket that covered him from the waist down.
"Sammy, you heard the doc. It won't be forever. Before you know it, you'll be up and around, kicking ass and taking names again," Dean stated with conviction.
"You're brother's right ya idjit," Bobby voiced gruffly as he looked over at Sam, noting the forlorn look on the young hunter's face. "Look how far you've already come in your recovery. These last few steps will be like a walk in the park for you."
"I hope you're right," Sam voiced as he glanced up at the elder hunter.
"Course I am, now if you two idjits don't mind, I would like to leave this fine establishment behind and head for home. No offense meant Doc." Bobby said before gazing fondly over at the two boys whom he considered to be like sons now.
"None taken," Joe returned with a smile as he reached out to sake the grizzled hunter's hand. "So long as you make sure you take good care of our patient here."
"That I can do Doc, that I can do," Bobby stated as he pumped the doctor's hand firmly before escorting the medical professional to the door so that Dean could help Sam get changed out of his hospital garb and into some regular clothing in privacy.
~~Supernatural~~
Arriving back at Singer Salvage nearly ninety minutes later, Sam looked through the window of the classic beauty he was riding in and breathed a sigh of comfort at seeing the place…a place he had come to think of as his second home, the first being the Impala of course. Throwing open the passenger door, he gingerly swung his legs out onto the ground and then eased himself up, unsurprised when he found Dean standing nearby, ready to lend a hand if needed.
"You got it, Sasquatch?" Dean inquired nervously as he watched Sam stand and then walked side by side with his brother while Bobby walked ahead to unlock the door.
"Yeah, I think I can make it," Sam answered with a tight smile as he carefully traversed the uneven ground leading up to Bobby's front porch. Grasping the side rail, he slowly made his way up the few steps and then walked over to the old porch swing to sit down, relax, and enjoy the cool evening air. Damn, but it felt good to be out in fresh air again after being cooped up in the hospital for so long.
"Just a few minutes then we need to go inside, okay Sammy? It's a little too cool for my liking and I don't want you getting sick on top of everything you've already been through," Dean informed his sibling as he sat down beside him on the swing.
"Jerk," Sam uttered with a grin as he leaned back in the swing and closed his eyes. He knew it was useless to fight with his brother whn Dean was in his mother hen mode.
"Bitch," Dean automatically responded with a smile as he sat back quietly himself to enjoy the tranquil evening also. He couldn't think of anything he would rather be doing at the moment than spending some quiet time with his baby brother. Allowing his mind to drift as they swung, he was startled moments later by the sound of the Bobby' s voice calling out to them.
"If you two girls are finished with your evening siesta, I could use some help getting dinner ready…..Oh wait, I almost forgot, that's your responsibility now isn't it Dean?" Bobby smirked, remembering the threat he had made back at the hospital when Dean had referred to him as an 'old geezer.'
"Figures you would remember that," Dean grumbled as he stood up before turning to help his brother to his feet also. "How does hotdogs and beans sound?"
"Balls, is that all you know how to cook?" Bobby growled in discontent as he pulled his grungy ball cap off of his head and tugged his fingers through his salt and pepper colored hair.
"Well, what do ya expect from someone who basically lives in a car and is on the road all the time?" Dean retorted sarcastically, secretly pleased with Bobby's reaction to his query.
"Apparently, too much," Bobby returned exasperatedly as he glared at the eldest Winchester sibling. "Guess I'll be doing the cooking, but don't think that is going to get you out of helping and also doing the cleanup, Ace."
"Jeez, think I'd rather have the hotdogs and beans. At least then there wouldn't be such a big mess to clean up," Dean groused as he followed the others into the house. He knew just how much of a mess Bobby could make at times when cooking.
"What's the matter Princess, afraid you'll get dishpan hands?" Bobby quipped as he walked towards the kitchen. Stopping at the entryway, he turned around and addressed the youngest Winchester, knowing that Sam still needed all the rest he could get after the trip home. "Sam, just make yourself comfortable on the couch there and watch some TV while Dean I get dinner ready.
"Yes Sir," Sam replied with a satifiued grin, noting the envious look on Dean's face as he made his way over to the sofa and lay down. Maybe this mother henning wasn't such a bad thing after all. He'd better enjoy it while he could.
TBC Epilogue to come soon