A/N: Well, I am trying to think of everything that I would want Kripke to address. Thank you for the reviews-Keep reading and enjoy.
Part 3
This time when Sam awoke it wasn't from the odor, but from the sounds. A persistent beeping was gnawing at his mind. Finally, he decided that he had to make it stop. With a groan he opened his eyes. A blurry shape was seated next to him, blinking he made out that the person was Bobby.
"Bobby?" Sam croaked, and then swallowed trying to create some moisture in his mouth.
Bobby brought a cup with a straw in it to Sam's mouth. "That's Uncle Bobby to you."
"Thanks," Sam said moving around on the pillows.
"I have to take care of my kin." Bobby stood up and pulled the curtain that separated Sam from the room's other occupant. "Though your father doesn't like me calling him brother."
"He's okay?" Sam squinted his eyes, the brutal headache making it difficult for him to think.
"Hey, Sammy," his father said from the bed beside him. Sam moved his head, difficult with the neck brace to see his father-leg in traction, bandages on his face and an IV pole near by.
Bobby placed a restraining hand on Sam, settling him back down. "Whoa, relax, concussion, broken ribs, left arm broken, contusions-you've been in and out for a few days-you know your name-right?"
"Sam, Sam," The younger Winchester said quickly, then looked at Bobby wondering what lie had been said. " Ahhh. . ."
"Deval." Bobby patted Sam's arm again. "My nephew, Sam Deval."
Sam tried to nod, then stopped, hindered by the brace. "What about Dean? Where's Dean?"
"He's holding his own-he's still in ICU." John moved his bed so he was in a seated position. "He's going to be fine, Sam."
"ICU?" Sam rolled to his side to look at his father. Intensive care was not a place that meant that his brother would be fine. Sam recalled the blood that poured out from his brother when the demon had attacked.
"Massive blood loss led to hypovolemic shock, internal injuries and he has a breathing tube-can't leave the ICU until that's gone." John checked down the list, fiddling with his IV in his hand.
"Is he awake? When can I see him? You left him alone?" Sam's mind was frantic with worry. He needed to see Dean, and then he would feel that maybe everything would be normal.
"You're all protected, for now." Bobby began to explain. "Staff here kept removing the salt I was laying down, so I had to salt the whole perimeter. John, you owe me fifty dollars." Bobby looked at John who loudly exhaled. Bobby gave the rest of his explanation to Sam. "I used permanent marker and wrote protection symbols on each of you. Should do the trick for the time being—your ankle, Dean's arm and …"
"My ass," John grumbled.
Bobby smiled. "Dean's not awake yet. We'll see him as soon as a doctor checks you out."
TBC...