Soul Survivors

By

Valtira

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Sam or Dean Winchester, like everyone else I wish I did.

Chapter 12 Call in the dark

Dusk had settled over the town. The uproar had finally settled.

Dean laid beneath the cool white sheets his face pale, dark bruises beneath his eyes. Sam was worried. He had never seen his brother this bad, so still, so silent. Three tiny butterfly tapes held the cut on his cheek closed. His left arm was swathed in bandages from wrist to elbow. It had taken twelve stitches to close the cut on his arm. His right leg was only slightly better off. The hard metal of the book shelf had scraped a path along his right calf. No stitches lay beneath the ankle to knee bandage, but it was bad none the less.

Tubes and wires stuck out at all different angles, but it was the quiet beeping of the heart monitor that made him wince. Sitting in the overstuffed chair beside the bed, Sam stared off into the distance. Only seconds before he had silently screamed his brothers name in fear. When Dean didn't answer tears filled his eyes.

He didn't see the slight shift in his brothers' position.

Dean was roused from slumber. The call had been urgent, filled with fear and that worried Dean. Sam needed him. Leaden lids fluttered open. The room was dimly lit but Dean could see his little brother sitting in the chair beside the bed. It near broke his heart to see him sitting there so forlorn, knowing he was the cause.

His chest was tight and he knew it was going to hurt, but Sam needed to know that he was alive and kicking, well not exactly kicking, he mussed, "Hey little brother, burning the midnight oil."

Sam whipped around to find Dean awake, a crooked smile on his battered lips.

Trying hard to cover his emotions, Sam reverted to gruff sarcasm, "Dammit Dean you scared the shit out of me."

"Sorry," was Dean's chuckling reply. "Thanks for saving my life." He quipped a few seconds later."

"What," Sam faltered?

"You know, battling the demon, sword to the heart, breaking the mirror, that sort of thing," Dean wheezed.

"Shut up," Sam whispered. "You shouldn't be talking and wasting your strength."

Reaching across Dean's prone form Sam pressed the little white button that would bring the nurse into the room.

"What are you doing," Dean growled.

"Taking care of you for a change," Sam grinned.

His grin widened when he heard his brother groan upon seeing the door open. A white coated doctor moved quickly to the bedside a familiar face in a nurse's uniform close beside him. Christy winked at Sam before she helped the doctor poke and prod at their patient.

Dean's eyes promised dire retribution, but he was too tired, too hurt to resist at the moment.

A few minutes later the doctor had finished his exam. Settling his stethoscope around his neck the doctor dug his hands into the pockets of his lab coat. "I'd say you were lucky young man, but I'm not sure this was a luck kind of occasion."

"Just a thing, doc," Dean joked.

"Well it was a helluva thing, you came damn close to buying a piece of property behind the church" the doctor replied raising his left eyebrow as he considered his patient. "I'm keeping you here for the next couple of days young man. You need rest and lots of sleep and time to let those cuts and bruises heal."

Dean squirmed starting to protest.

"You heard me young man. I'll tie you to that bed if I have too. I'm sure your brother here would be glad to buckle the restraints in place."

Sam chuckled, Dean growled.

The doctor saw more than Dean wanted him too. Though he tried hard to hide it, he hurt, couldn't think of a single place on his body that didn't ache. Just turning his head had sent a stab of pain slicing through his skull. Like it or not, he wasn't going anywhere in the near future.

The first dose of pain killers went into the IV attached to his right hand. Relief, glorious relief he sighed as the medication went to work. He hadn't realized how bad it was until it was gone. He needed to talk to Sam, warn him about the Amelia that wasn't but his body demanded respite. Consciousness slowly faded as he slipped back into a deep healing sleep.

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TBC

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