Thanks to everyone for the reviews. I'm sorry the story is a little slow moving, but I'm also big on details. Hope you enjoy the story.
Dean stalked out from the hospital, intent only on finding a quiet place to call their dad. He couldn't go back to the Impala; just looking over to Sam's seat would make him see his brother unconscious in it. He couldn't do that, not now while it was so fresh.
Finding a small, but private area not far from the hospital, Dean dialed their father's number. His anger started to swell after the third ring. He had left the hospital, his sick brother, to call the man, and he wasn't even answering. Not for the first time, Dean wished they didn't have that stupid rule about cell phones in hospitals. He could have called and not left Sammy's side. Finally, it hit the voicemail, and Dean resigned to the fact that he was on his own.
"Dad, you gotta come to Wisconsin. Sam...he's really sick. I don't know what's wrong with him yet, but dad, it's really bad. Please, I need your help. Just come, okay?" His voice had been fighting the tears, desperate not to let on just how scared he really was. He needed to be the strong one, to step up and take care of his baby brother, no matter if their dad showed or not. He trudged through the snow, back to the building that housed Sam, and thought about how he needed to get a better coat for him. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe there was all this drama and he would just have an infection from the cold.
As he neared the room where his brother was, he heard a weak voice ask, "Where's my brother? Where's Dean?" He quickened his steps so that he could be there, to reassure him. Sliding around the curtain to the room, Dean flashed Sam one of his trademark smiles and Sam seemed to relax on the bed.
"I thought you left me." He told his big brother. His eyes spoke volumes of how scared he had been of going through this on his own.
"What? You think you can rid of me that easily?" Dean said, trying to lighten the mood and bring a smile to his face. He looked so weak, so broken, and it was hard for Dean to maintain the light facade.
"I was kinda hoping." Sam teased back, trying to show his brother that he was still in the game, just a little sidelined right at the moment. He started panting for a second, short on breath, and Dean looked around for one of those water things. Finding one, he brought it to his brother.
"Drink slowly," He cautioned, for one moment feeling like he was dealing with little Sammy. When Sam would get sick as a child, he would take care of him. Their dad had been there, of course, but Dean had been the one to care for him. That was the way it always had been, and always would be. After Sam was done with the drink, Dean leaned him back. "Just rest for a while, Sammy. The doctor said that you would be admitted, so just rest." He felt Sam's forehead briefly before moving away to sit in a nearby chair. Sammy was still warm, feverish, and Dean wondered how much of this he would remember.
"Did they tell you what was wrong, yet?" Sam asked him and Dean could have sworn he heard an edge there. Maybe he was just imagining things.
"You're accepting this whole being sick thing too easily, Sam. You know what this is?" He felt bad accusing him of things, but it had to be done.
Sam shook his head and looked off to a far wall, "My guess is as good as yours."
Dean would have pursued it a little harder, but a short but plump young woman who was clearly a nurse came into the room. She had a warm smile and Dean filed her away as someone he would need to come back and talk to. Maybe a few sympathy points...
"Hi, I'm Candy. Mr. Winchester, we have a room for you. I'm gonna take you up there. Don't worry about a thing." She told Sam and gave Dean an even brighter smile.
Dean moved out of the way and looked at the clock above his head. It was now one in the morning. They had been there for two hours. And the record time for admitting someone to the hospital goes to...
Hope you enjoyed. As always, if you have any praise or constructive criticism (and I do want that if you have it; it's any writers best pal) then please feel free to review.