Bedeviling the Chipper

By: Maygin

Summary: "Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate." – Germaine Greer

Disclaimer: I am not making any money off of nor do I own anything supernatural… other than my roommate.

End Note: Well my friends, as all things, this too has come to an end. I hope you've enjoyed this long-winded piece of insanity; if not then you're probably the wiser. Thank you so much for all the reviews! If there's something in here that you don't understand or didn't get or even perhaps were looking for more detail, just let me know. I know some have asked what happened in certain areas that I didn't really expound on, so please do ask… I only charge one dolla per question. ;)

CHAPTER 13

"What the hell am I gonna do with all this?" Dean asked, holding up the white paper bag.

"It's not for you punkin," Jamie explained knowingly. He knew Dean was still embarrassed at the state he and Cal had found the Winchesters in when they'd returned. Face down and completely vulnerable… it was an image he'd cherish until the day he died. He gently pushed the bag back towards the younger man. "It's for your brother. And you'd better make sure he takes them or you'll have problems down the road."

Dean grimaced, opening the bag and searching the contents with his eyes. "What'd you bag the entire pharmacy?"

Jamie shoved a thick folder into his other hand. "This'll explain what needs to be taken, when and why." Dean looked incredulously at the folder. "Now I included some precautionary medications in there in case some complications arise-"

"Complications?"

The larger man laid a patient hand on the folder. "Follow the directions and you'll be fine."

Dean threw him an annoyed look. "These aren't directions, it's a friggin encyclopedia," he said a bit distracted as his eyes skimmed over the pages and pages of 'directions.' "Wait a second-" he fumbled the folder around a bit, trying to dislodge a single sheet while not dropping the pharmacy neslted in the crook of his elbow; he held up the sheet giving it a closer inspection, "What the hell is… Hydroxy…trypto-shit whatever?"

"Hydroxytryptophan" Jamie smirked. "They're happy pills… Calantha said you were having anger issues."

Dean froze, sending a deadly glare at the nurse which obviously was having no effect. "Happy pills." He said flatly.

"I'm gonna miss you boys." Jaime daintily rested his hand on the other man's arm.

Dean shoved the papers back into the folder and tossed it and the bag into the back seat of his beloved chariot. "Thanks…" he turned back to the towering man, "seriously. I hope we didn't cause too much trouble."

Jamie clucked his tongue and looked at him sideways, hands on his hips. "Are you kidding me? You boys were no trouble at all." He assured with a flamboyant air. "I mean you scared the hell out of a few hundred patients and doctors, but that's what the back-up generator is for. No harm done punkin."

Dean pressed his lips together and gave an awkward nod. The back door to the hospital suddenly opened, saving him from further embarrassment. "Bout damn time." He grouched loudly.

"You have no idea how difficult it is to be covert in this hospital." Cal over-dramatized. He was pushing a wheel chair through the back entrance with one Samuel Winchester in it looking a bit uncomfortable.

Dean chuckled slightly at his brother's appearance. He'd lost the scrubs, and was once more in his own jeans and t-shirt with one of Dean's old, grey sweatshirt hoodies on top. He was also wearing a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes.

"Nice disguise." Dean commented sarcastically, flicking the tip of the cap.

Sam swatted his hand away in annoyance. "Shut up… at least it worked." He said, keeping his head down.

"No troubles?" Dean asked, looking at his brother's chauffer.

"If by troubles you mean the un-ending crowds of media blocking off just about every elevator and floor, then no… we were able to avoid them for the most part."

Dean frowned a little at his brothers quiet and shadowed attitude, he tilted his head down as his eye caught site of something red on the younger man's cheek. "For the most part?" he asked Cal distractedly as he swiftly removed the baseball cap from his brother's head to get a closer look.

"Dean!" Sam made a lunge for the hat but Dean held it out of reach, a smile quickly alighting his features.

"What the hell is that?" he chuckled.

Sam made another grab for the hat, "None of your business, just- Dean!" Sam threw his brother a withering glare.

"What'd you get mauled by an Avon lady?" Dean asked humorously, referring to the numerous lip-stick smears and kiss marks on the younger man's face.

Cal rolled his eyes with a huff, "Try a group of twelve year olds girls who just happened to slip past hospital security. I thought I was gonna have to beat them off with a stick."

Sam turned a nice shade of red under the other men's humored scrutiny.

"What the hell did they want?" Dean asked curiously. "Other than your body."

"Can I have the hat back please?"

"Well," Cal licked his thumb and started rubbing at one of lip marks on the embarrassed man's forehead, "I think they were apart of Samuels fan club out front," Dean tried so very hard not to burst out laughing as his brother swiped at Cal's hand in annoyance, "but somehow they snuck inside and knew all the back routes… I swear they must've memorized the hospital blue-prints or something."

Jaime took pity on the young man and pulled a wet wipe from his pocket, handing it to the red-faced brother. Sam mumbled a thank you and quickly began wiping the lipstick off.

"Could've been worse." Dean tossed his brother's hat back. "Considering the crowds out front I'm surprised you made it this far without anyone else stopping you." He looked down at his brother again. "Sure you don't want to go celebrate your recovery out front with your fan club?"

"Sure you don't want to go to jail?" Sam glared back.

Dean's smile faltered, "Good point." He turned to the man behind him, holding his hand out. "Jamie? Thanks for all your help." Jamie shook the man's hand in both his, smiling prettily and batting his eyelashes.

"The pleasure has been all mine punkin."

Dean gave him a quick smile, pulling his hand back and turned to Cal. Dean held his hand out. "Cal?" Cal rolled his eyes, swatted the hand and moved past it, wrapping his arms around the elder Winchester who simply froze.

Cal sighed deeply and contentedly. "You take care of yourself Dean." The said brother grunted uncomfortably. Cal pulled back, gripping the other man's arms. "And take care of my little ghost over there." Dean chanced a glance at his younger brother who had a smug smile firmly in place just for him. Dean grimaced, giving a small shake on his arms to loosen Cal's grip.

Cal kissed his finger and pressed it to Dean's forehead while he was still distracted. "You two are so precious." He quickly stepped towards the other brother while Dean rubbed furiously at his forehead with his jacket sleeve. Sam slapped his hat on his head just as Cal kissed his finger again. The blond man gave him an indignant look and swiped the hat off, grasped Sam's head and leaned down and gave him an abnormally loud kiss on his head. "My very own Patrick Swayze." Cal babied, as he messed his hand through the younger man's hair before handing the hat back.

"Oh God." Dean rolled his eyes. "Sam, get in the car."

"Here, let me help." Jamie opened the passenger door and helped move the weak young man into the car.

"Thanks Jamie. Thank you Cal." Sam said sincerely before they shut his door for him.

"Be good."

"Come back and haunt me anytime!"

Dean's door opened up and he slid comfortably into his seat, relishing the familiarity of him in the driver's seat and his brother in the other. It didn't matter what state they were in… just so long as they were in. He couldn't help it; he turned to look at his very much alive kid brother. Sam tilted his head to acknowledge the oddly rare moment Dean was savoring.

Sam gave him a small smile. "So… punkin…"

"Don't-" Dean held a hand up, giving his brother the serious eye now, "…don't start that shit up dude."

"Maybe you should break out the happy pills."

"You think that's funny?" he growled.

Sam slouched further into his seat, shrugging one shoulder. "Sorry, I was just saying," he said not at all sorry and still grinning like a chesire.

"Alright look, I'll make you a deal: I will stop calling you Sammy if you promise to never… ev-er… call me that again." He looked hard into his brother's eyes. He was serious, but there was this damned ticker-tape parade that kept going off in the back of his mind every time he looked into his brother's eyes and realized there was life in them. His little brother was alive and kickin… okay so they still had a ways to go before he was kickin, but he was alive. And that softened Dean's glare. "Deal?" he asked gently.

A slow, touched smile, alighted Sam's face and he gave a small nod. "Deal."

The corner of Dean's lips lifted into a grin, knowing he'd never keep his side of the bargain. He reached over and mussed his brother's hair before turning back to the wheel. "Alright then!" he said enthusiastically. "Let's get this bitch back on the road!" He turned the key and suddenly the deep voice of Barry White filled every crevice of the impala. "What the fu-"

THE END