Hey, this chapter is kinda on the short side, but I'm going to try to update before we're not able topostnew chapterstomorrow. Hope you're enjoying the story.
Kaewi: Hey, sorry about that. I guess either I thought it was implied or that I had written that John removed the restraints. That why he was telling the nurse that he was going to be in there now. Thanks for pucking up on it, though.
While Dean and his father were still sleeping, Sam had woken up. He lay there, just looking out the window watching the snow fall outside the window. As it was falling, he wondered to himself if the snowflakes had dreams of where they wanted to go, and if the dreams were coming true. The ones that had landed in the road and were quickly dissipated by the warmness from the cars probably wanted to land in the grass where they would be able to stay for a while. He felt sorry for the lonely snowflakes that had landed in the street, and an underlying anger at the snowflakes that had been lucky enough to land in the grass. Did the ones that landed in the street know they were going there or were they taken by total surprise as the ones that landed in the grass watched helpless to do anything for them? Dean needed to wake up so that they could talk and he wouldn't be trapped in his thoughts. Sure, Dean would probably be angry at him, might not even talk to him, but he came back, so that had to mean that there was a chance. Right?
"Dean," He said softly, sounding weak even to himself. He laid back and closed his eyes. It just took too much energy that he didn't have. There was a hand on his forehead, and he wondered why he had missed the movement around him. His eyes flew open and connected with Dean's before he drew them away. He didn't need to see the disappointment in the eyes of the one person who had taken care of him through everything.
Dean saw his baby brother turn his head from him, and he felt the shame return. He looked at the bruise that he had caused, and stepped away and towards the window. If Sammy needed his space, he would make sure he got it. He got halfway over there when he heard sobbing coming from behind him. It was stifled to try to mask it, but Dean heard it clearly.
"Hey, Sammy. Don't cry. It's gonna be okay. We're gonna work this out." He said, arms surrounding him in a gentle hug. Just like the previous morning after they had started the chemo, he rocked him gently whispering reassurances to him.
"I'm sorry, Dean. I shouldn't have hit you yesterday. I don't know..." Sammy had stopped crying and gotten his emotions under control by now. His brother shouldn't have had to comfort him when he was the one who messed up.
"I'm sorry, too. How about we just call a truce?" Dean told him, trying to make things be just normal. These chick-flick moments were getting old fast. Sam nodded, just enjoying the quiet moment.
Their dad was awake now, sitting back quietly and watching as his sons mended each other's wounds just by being there. He cleared his throat when Dean moved away from the bed to sit back in his seat. "You need to keep your emotions in check. This is what happened yesterday."
"No, what happened yesterday is that Sammy started chemo and it made him get sick. He didn't feel right and he panicked. Everything that happened on his part was a reaction of the chemo." Dean explained to their dad, beginning to get angry at the man.
"So, is that going to be his excuse then?" He asked Dean first, then turned to Sammy. "Is that going to be your excuse? You get to hit people and get restrained because you're trying to rip out your IV because you're getting chemo. Is it going to be like this every time?"
"Hey," Dean said with the same anger in his voice that he had when the shapeshifter was trying to kill Sam. "This was the first time. It won't happen again. We'll make sure of that." It was his job to defend his brother. Ever since Sam had hit puberty and started to go toe to toe with their dad, he had been there to defend his brother. Right now, Sammy needed both of them. He didn't need their dad expecting him to hide his emotions and side effects.
"Fine. I hope we don't see a repeat of this." John knew that he wasn't going to win this battle. The boys had worked everything out and were now shutting him out again. It was the way it was supposed to be, but it still hurt him.
The day passed in relative peace. Dean tried to get his baby brother to stay awake more. The time that they were going to have together might be cut down by a lot, and he didn't want the last lucid moments to be spent with Sammy sleeping. So, they watched movies and just hung out. Sammy tired out easily, but it wasn't that bad. They could almost be convinced that Sammy just had an infection, and that all would be well.
Hope you liked this chapter. Again, another should be posted later tonight. Feel free to leave me a note telling me what you think of the story.
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GuestTypePerson: A relative of mine was in the hospital a couple weeks ago, and during the twenty minutes or so that I was there, the TVspeaker went off (I think) three or four times with one of the nurses looking for another.