Author's note: Hey y'all! I'm back much sooner than I expected but this story's idea popped into my mind and I couldn't not write it so here we are!
This is not a brotherhood au story. Set after 2x01 "In My Time of Dying"
Thanks once again to Meilean who helped me proof read this chapter;)
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Sam Winchester was having a bad day. It wasn't a 'had a bad hair day' bad, or 'didn't have my morning coffee' bad. No it was 'experiencing a stabbing pain in my abdomen all day long' bad. And the problem was that the pain hadn't gone away since the fateful crash a week ago.
John, Dean, and Sam had gotten in the car crash after facing the Yellow Eyed Demon exactly one week ago. Dean seemed to have gotten the worst injuries from both the crash and the damage the demon had done to him. He had almost died if not for a miraculous recovery. Later, John had admitted that he had traded the colt with the demon in return for Dean's life.
Dean had been furious, but Sam was grateful. He would've thanked his dad if not for the fact that John was giving him the cold shoulder. John was angry and disappointed at his youngest son for disobeying his order to kill him while the father was possessed by Mary's killer, and wasn't speaking with Sam.
After Dean and John were discharged from the hospital, the Winchesters had retired to Bobby's house to allow Dean to fully recover, even though his wounds were mostly gone. However, Dean and John didn't know the full story.
What they didn't know was that Sam had also suffered injuries in the crash, and it wasn't just the bruising visible on his face. At the hospital, Sam was the only Winchester conscious upon arrival and after sitting through the poking and prodding, he had signed himself AMA and refused treatment, opting for rushing towards his brother's and father's bedsides.
He was beginning to regret that decision as his abdomen was extremely painful, and the pain only increased with every step and every breath he took.
Right now, Sam was sitting on the couch, trying to read a book to distract him from the pain in his abdomen. The door suddenly opened and in stepped Dean and John, both were covered in oil grease and dirt from fixing the Impala, and both were laughing. But upon seeing Sam, John sobered up, his face turning stony in a fraction of a second and Sam felt his heart sink.
Without a second glance at his youngest, the father stomped upstairs to his room and shut the door.
Dean glanced at his brother to find him turned back to his book, but his eyes were glistening with something. He sighed and sat down next to his brother, silently berating his father in his mind.
"Come on Sammy, you know dad. He'll come around."
Sam said nothing, keeping his eyes on his book.
Dean pressed his lips together, wishing his father would pull his head from the ground and come to his senses "Tell you what, how about you and I go out tonight. Just the two of us, having fun, like old times?"
Sam was tempted to take up his brother's offer, he really wanted to. But the pain was getting worse and he didn't know if he could make it through their night out without collapsing.
"I'm really tired Dean, maybe some other night," he suggested quietly.
Dean smiled sadly, his heart aching for his brother. "Of course Sammy. Rest well." The older brother clapped his brother gently on the shoulder then got up and went out the door.
Sighing, Sam closed his book and trudged up the stairs to his room. The only two people left in the house were him and his father, with Bobby out of town. Sam concentrated on placing one step in front of the other. He almost cried with joy when he reached his room, but upon closing the door, he was met with a wave of lightheadedness and he slid to the ground, blacking out. The last thought on his mind was 'This is worse than I thought.'
When Sam came to, rays of light were filtering through the window. Eyes widening, he sat up and blanched. It had been pitch black when he passed out last night, had he really been unconscious all that time? Glancing around the room, he couldn't see Dean's form anywhere.
Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself off the ground and nearly blacked out again at the pain stabbing through the left side of his abdomen.
'This isn't working, I need to get help,' he thought. Pushing himself, he made it to the bathroom to clean himself up, then started the trek downstairs.
Glancing at the living room, he saw Dean's form sprawled across the couch. Despite his pain, Sam managed a smile. His brother must have headed home, saw the door to the room closed, and deduced that Sam was asleep. So he slept here to avoid waking him. Glancing at the time, he saw that it was 8 am in the morning. Grabbing his laptop, he gingerly lowered himself onto a kitchen chair and started to research free clinics next to Bobby's house.
When he finally found one, he scribbled a note to Dean and his dad, although he doubted that John would care, about going out and headed out in one of Bobby's cars.
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"Well Mr. Cook, what seems to be the problem?" the doctor at the clinic asked as he entered the exam room where Sam was reclined on the bed.
Sam had used the name on the fake insurance they had used back at the hospital since they hadn't been busted yet nor had hey generated new ones.
"I've been having pain in the left side of my abdomen," Sam told him as the doctor lifted his shirt and started feeling around his abdomen. He gritted his teeth as the doctor pressed down on a particularly painful spot, resisting the urge to scream out.
The doctor frowned "Mr. Cook it's unclear what the cause of your pain is though I do have a few suspicions. I'm going to order a CT scan for you then discuss the results with you. An orderly will bring you to the scan in a few minutes." The doctor lowered Sam's shirt and patted him on the shoulder then left to order the scan.
One hour later, the doctor re-entered the room holding the results of Sam's scans in his hands. His expression was serious and somewhat grim.
"Mr. Cook, I have the results of your scan. Have you been in an accident or traumatic event lately?"
Sam nodded "I've been in a car accident a week ago."
The doctor looked down at the scan again " It seems like you have a tear in your spleen, and it has been seeping blood slowly into your abdomen. The tear most probably originated from the accident but since there were no significant side effects as you said besides pain, it could have been resolved on its own. My hypothesis is that it grew in size throughout the week, that's why you've been in so much pain. Splenic injuries can also cause the blood pressure to fall which is why you passed out."
"What should I do now?"
" There is a slight chance that the tear could repair itself, but it should be under medical supervision. Unfortunately, we don't have the proper equipment to do that here so I'm going to transfer your file to Sioux Falls General, the closest hospital. Head over there immediately because you might need surgery to repair the tear in your spleen before it ruptures completely." The doctor replied.
Sam nodded, although he wasn't planning on following the doctor's orders. One, he couldn't bear to step foot into another hospital after what happened with his brother. Two, if he didn't want his father and brother to know, they had enough problems on their mind what with the Colt now with the yellow eyed demon.
Thanking the doctor, Sam exited the clinic and headed to the pharmacy next door to buy some extra strength painkillers. Dry swallowing three, he climbed into the car and headed home, figuring he could rest for a couple of days and prevent the tear from becoming worse.
Passing by a breakfast place, he purchased some bagels and coffee as a sort of explanation to why he had been gone all this time and headed back to Bobby's.
He parked the car and headed inside to find Dean packing some weapons in his duffle bag while their father was nowhere to be seen.
"Sammy! Where have you been?" Dean asked as soon as he saw his little brother.
Sam put the bag of food down on the table, handing his brother a cup of coffee "Went out for some air and got breakfast. I left you a note."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Yeah, because a note stating 'Going out' is really going to tell me everything, smartass."
"Jackass." Sam didn't miss a beat. "What's with the weapons?"
"Dad found us a hunt. We're supposed to head out as soon as you got back," Dean replied.
Sam's heart sank. 'There goes my chance to rest. Oh well, just gotta suck it up, Winchester style."
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