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Searching through the fake ids, Sam found the ones he was looking for, these were their emergency driver's licences and birth certificates. 'Dean Remington' and 'Sam Remington', the names brought a smile to Sam's lips, stuffing the ids into Dean's and his wallets, he tried not to run to the hospital entrance.
He saw the same flyer taped to the doors as he entered the building. The receptionist was talking on the phone when he approached. Barely giving her time to hang up, Sam held the flyer up to her face, "This is my brother, where is he?"
"I'm sorry, who are you?" trying to take control of the conversation, the receptionist frowned at young man.
"I am this man's brother and have been looking for him for the last fiftyone days. May I see him?" he answered as calmly as he could, willing her to give him what he wanted.
"Just a minute," she typed in the information, "Yes, this man is a John Doe named Sam, funny a John Doe with a first name," chuckling to herself as she read the computer screen.
"Please where is he, I have to see him," Sam nearly beggingthis woman to hurry up.
Hearing the heartache in the young man's voice, the receptionist sobered, "I will page his doctor and he will come down to talk to you. Please have a seat, it should not be too long."
"Can I just go see him," Sam pleaded, hating the delay. 'so close, yet so far away' the cliche floated through he head.
"I'm sorry, I see you are very anxious to see your brother, but this is procedure," attempting to placate the distraut young man, "there is a pending police investigation. Please have a seat," indicating the waiting room to her right, "I have paged Dr. Coizer, he should be right down."
"Thank you," his thoughts whirling like a tornado, Sam moved to take one of the seats closest to the doorway so that he could monitor all the entrances and exits.
'please be him, please be dean'
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"Stay back, don't touch him," Dr. Coizer yelled as his patient rushed to the lift. He was darting right and left in a effort to avoid the security personnel. The doctor caught up, "Sam, what is going on?" panting but getting all the words out.
His patient looked at the doctor then pointed at the lift doors, "Sam!" joy and expectaion in his eyes. 'he's here, sam you're here'
Confused but wanting to help his patient, "You want to go outside?" After nearly two months his patient finally decides to speak and he has not a clue what his is trying to say.
He looked at his doctor like he was an idiot, placing his hand on his chest, "Dean," pointing to the lift, "Sam," his voice raspy from non use. 'how stupid are you?'
"Your name is Dean, not Sam?" Dr. Coizer did not know what to think.
Flashing the doctor a smirk as if to say 'no shit', he responded, "I'm Dean, Sam's my brother." The look he got from his doctor was of pure amazement. He turned to get the lift to work but he did not have a badge to activate it.
They were interrupted by Dr. Coizer's pager beeping. He looked at the number, took his phone and called. After a short conversation, he turned his attention back to the now angry looking Sam/Dean, he did not know what to call him. "Well, it seems there is a man downstairs claiming to be your brother. I am going to talk to him to verify his claim."
A dark look clouded Sam/Dean's face, he did not like that answer. Crossing his arms, he stood in the doctor's way. "I cannot break protocol. May I remind you there is a pending investigation on your case. We have to be sure he is who he says he is. I promise you, I will bring him up here so that you may see for yourself." Giving Sam/Dean his best I-am-the-doctor-do-as-I-say stare, "Wait in the dayroom and I will be back shortly."
Sam/Dean added confusion to his anger, 'what investigation? what case?', not saying another word he stalked passed the doctor to the dayroom. 'sam, sam, sam'
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