AN: Kayla, you're the best beta a girl can ask for. Thank you for all of your hard work. Now, let's find out how Sam is doing…

Chapter 37

"It has been ten days little brother. It's is time for you to start waking up. I'm on the brink of starting to read Frank Herbert's Dune to you, and dude you can't do that to me. Please little brother, open your eyes." Dean was seated next to Sam's bed. He was running his thumb over Sam's hand while stroking his fingers through Sam's long hair. 'You are in need of another hair cut, Sammy.' Dean smiled at that thought, maybe he must take care of that aspect before Sam woke up, it would just be so much easier.

Dean can't help it when his thoughts run through the events of the past two weeks.

He was awoken by David and taken directly to his brother's side. David made sure that Dean understood everything that was going on with Sam. He explained patiently about the Foley Catheter (Sam was going to love that one), the feeding tube that was inserted into Sam's side due to the fact that his nose was too busted for one to be inserted that way.

He explained the numerous numbers of IV lines that were attached to both of Sam's hands. There was another tube coming out of his mouth, for a ventilator. Sam was not hooked onto one at that stage but they placed the tube in to be on the safe side as Sam was showing some reaction to the different antibiotics he was receiving and in the event of his throat swelling up the tube would be already in place. He was receiving oxygen through a mask; another thing that Sam hated with a passion. David promised him that would change to the nose cannula as soon as possible.

There was an IV probe connected to the side of Sam's neck. It was to draw blood quickly and to insert any medication that was needed urgently.

His dislocated shoulder was reduced in theatre and his shoulder was sewn back together after the X-rays showed that there was no major damage done to the shoulder by the knife. It was in a sling to immobilize Sam's movement of the arm.

He only sustained some bruised ribs and the bleeding to his thigh was also stopped and patched up. He received numerous stitches on his stomach and on the different wounds on both of his legs.

The injury on his back was the main concern. Harm, who was actually the local veterinarian in town, placed sutures into Sam like he has never done before and the total come to amazing number of over 90 stitches. The twins normally asked Harm on jobs like this. They have yet to see any of his handy work leave scars. There were still open wounds on Sam's back. The infection was vicious. The wounds were cleaned every hour. Dean took over that duty when the second hour arrived.

Now ten days later things were looking up. Sam was still on oxygen but through the cannula, the ventilator tube was removed completely. The feeding tube was still in but that was because Sam had yet to regain consciousness. He was down to one IV line on his left hand for some extra fluids and the last course of antibiotics was completed just over an hour ago. His shoulder was still in the sling but according to the orthopedic surgeon all was going well with the shoulder and Sam should be able to have full use of the arm after some physical therapy. The IV probe still remained; David was reluctant to remove it too soon.

The only thing that was left was for Sam to wake up. "Come on dude, I'm losing my patience here. You're missing out on all the pretty nurses. If the ugly ones are the only ones left don't come and cry on my shoulder brother." Dean tried again. This time he was rewarded. Sam moved his left leg, bending it at the knee. It was the first sign of movement in all this time. Dean felt like shouting at the top of his lungs to make sure that everyone knew that Sammy moved his leg.

"David, Shane!" Dean yelled not even bothering in using the call button. He knew his brothers were seated in the suite next door. There was no reason to use the call button.

"Come on Sammy, open your eyes. If you can move that giant log of a leg of yours you surely can open up your eyes. Come little brother show those hazel eyes for me." Dean used the wet washcloth hanging over the rail and wiped his brother's face gently.

He smiled when he saw Sam trying to move away from the cold cloth in his hand. "That's it brother. If you open your eyes I will stop using this cold cloth on you, so come on, open up."

Dean turned sideways when he heard the twins entering the room. "What took you so long? He is waking up, come see." Dean can't help smiling from ear to ear.

David and Shane made their way over to the bed. David was already checking all the monitors while Shane used his stethoscope in checking out Sam's vitals.

"Sam can you hear me. Sammy?" David asked, trying to get Sam's attention on him. Sam refused to open his eyes but began to struggle more in the bed. Shane could see that Sam was getting agitated. He moved quickly over to the medicine cabinet, drawing a syringe full of a clear solution.

He took his position up next to Sam's head and caught David's eye. "Dean try to keep Sam calm, if he continues on like this he will be spiking his BP and we don't need that. If he doesn't respond we're going to give him a mild sedative. We can then try to wake him up again in a few hours." David knew that he needed to explain to Dean what was happening.

Dean nodded his head and tried to get through to Sam again. "Come on Sammy, open your eyes for me. Come little brother it is time for you to wake up." It didn't seem that Sam was responding to Dean's voice. The first alarms of the monitors where starting to complain. Shane injected the clear fluid directly into the IV port keeping an eye on Sam's vitals as the drug entered his bloodstream. When Sam's body sagged back he looked over to Dean. "Don't worry. It is to be expected that he be agitated like this. His brain and his body still need to realize that he is safe. Just keep on talking to him. He will soon comprehend that he is safe and then everything will go smoother."

"How long still?"

"Dean, you know we can't tell you that. It is all up to Sammy. Taking into account everything he went through I'm astounded to see that he is actually trying to wake up so soon. It is a good thing, don't give up hope." David led Dean back to the chair he was seated in before the excitement started.

"If you want to you can take your punishment break now. He will not wake up for at least another four to five hours, so if you're clever you can take the punishment break and forced break now and be back even before he decides to try and wake up."

Dean shakes his head before answering. "When the hell did we start naming breaks? It sounds ridiculous."

"Well you can get better names or descriptions for it if you wish, but you have to agree the descriptions are right on the head." Shane smiled when he saw Dean pulling his face.

Dean would not agree but the naming of the breaks was indeed right. The punishment break was part of his punishment for storming into the barn without making sure everything was in order and by breaking a promise made to this older brother. This break meant that for two hours each day he had to move out of Sam's room. For Dean that was the worst punishment anyone could think of. They did reach a compromise in that the two hours didn't need to be taken together, so Dean only had to leave the room for an hour at a time. He however was not allowed to have any information on Sam's condition during that hour.

The forced break was from his dad and Bobby. His dad enforced it on him and his two brothers, while Bobby made sure his dad adhere to the same rules. They all had to break away from Sam's bed for four hours in every twenty four hour cycle. They were not even allowed to stay on at the hospital. That included the parking area. In the beginning Caleb and Joshua was forced to remove him from the room and that is how that name came to be.

"Okay, I'll head to home. I'll be back in four." Dean decided taking up his car keys after making sure that Sam was settled.

"Try again Dean. One hour plus four hours equals five hours. So unless you want dad to go and ask your school money back I think you need to recalculate your sums." David answered looking over his shoulder at his brother.

"O, come on David. Dad is not here. Please just let me come back in four."

"Sorry Dean, dad phoned a while ago they are all back and at the house. So we'll see you in five."

"Freaking hell!" Dean cussed kicking at the door as he moved out making sure that the door is tightly secured behind him before moving off to the Impala.

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