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A/N: Hey guys and thank you all again so much. I got 100+ reviews :) :dances: Anyway here's the next chapter.
Sam's eyelids snapped open so fast he thought his eyeballs would fall out of his head. The two ambos that were in the back of the ambulance with him and Dean rushed into action. One started administering CPR, the other was fiddling around with vials and syringes.
"Administering 10 ml of Atropine now." The elderly ambo said putting the syringe into Dean's arm.
The younger hunter stared wide eyed. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. Dean was here, in the ambulance, which meant he was supposed to be safe and getting better. Not lying there getting pumped full of drugs to save his life.
"Dean. Dean come on man don't do this!" Sam yelled at his older brother. He felt so helpless being pushed out of the way, not being able to do anything. He couldn't lose Dean, not now. Not ever.
"Wait, wait!" the elderly ambo said loudly to the other ambo who was giving Dean CPR. The female paramedic stopped the compressions and waited for the other to speak.
The grey haired paramedic stared at the monitor and his form relaxed visually, "We've got him. We've got a pulse." He sighed.
Sam slumped back against the wall. Oh thank god! He sighed loudly but kept his eyes open and on his brother. He wasn't going to close them again. He was afraid that if he closed his eyes or relaxed again he would lose Dean, and this time not get him back.
It took around ten minutes to get to the hospital. When they got there it was like a blur. Dean was rushed out of the ambulance and into the emergency. Before Sam knew what was happening, he was pacing in the waiting room.
The nurses were watching him nervously. The boy looked wound up so tight they were afraid to go near him. Sam paced backwards and forwards lost in his own thoughts. If he ever saw that Lucy bitch again he was going to kill her. He would ignore his morals for once and rid the world of a psychopath like her.
Sam was so busy pacing that he didn't even notice when a tired looking doctor came up to him. She was short and rounded and had dark circles under her eyes, showing a lack of sleep.
"Mr Jarvis?" she asked, her tone showing how tired she really was.
Sam started when he realized she was there and whirled to face her. Looking down at her he nodded, "How's my brother?"
"Mr Jarvis, when your brother was brought in he had sustained some serious blood loss. We managed to stop the bleeding in theatre. He's in ICU right now but we expect him to make a full physical recovery. He's going to be fine." She paused at the look of utter relief that flowed through the young man standing in front of her, "Although there were some other injuries besides from his wrist which I need to ask about. He had a mild concussion, four broken ribs and a lot of bruising. Do you know how he might have sustained these injuries?"
The young Winchester shook his head, "No. I just found him like that in the bathroom. Can I see him, please?" he asked giving her his best puppy dog eyes.
The doctor's eyes melted somewhat. Dean's right. No one can resist my puppy dog eyes. She nodded her head and walked off down the corridor. Sam followed like a lost puppy. He was getting anxious because the shorter woman didn't have as big footsteps as he did, and therefore walked slower then him.
The corridor seemed to go on forever until he reached the ICU ward where Dean was being kept. He entered Dean's room cautiously after the doctor.
Dean lay on the hospital bed, white as a ghost. He was hooked up to a few machines, one Sam recognized as a heart monitor. He had an IV going into one arm, and a line with what could only be blood, being pumped into the other. Sam bit his tongue. It tore his heart out to see his older brother like this. He looked so vulnerable. Not at all like the cocky protector Sam was used to.
"Mr Jarvis. The wound on your brother's wrist was in fact self inflicted. I'm sorry to say but when he wakes up we are required to make him see a psychologist." she paused and raised her hand to stop the young hunter from interrupting her, "We will not be able to release him unless the psyche gives him an okay that he is not a danger to himself or others."
Sam bit his lip and nodded. He had known the hospital would be forced to let the psychiatric ward know of Dean's condition. It was after all, a self inflicted wound.
The young hunter pulled a seat up close to the side of his brother's bed and waited until the doctor left before taking Dean's hand in his own. Sam drew in a deep breath at how cold Dean's skin was and pulled another blanket over his brother.
"Dean. How could you do something like this to yourself? If I had have died," Sam paused, "This would not be what I would want you to do. I would want you to live a good life. Get married, maybe have some kids." Sam couldn't help the smile that crossed his face. Oh the horror! Mini Deans!
Dean would make a fantastic father. That much Sam had established years ago. He had basically raised Sam! And look how good he turned out. Sam sighed. Dean didn't want the whole 'apple pie' life. He would always keep hunting.
Sam looked up when he heard his brother moan. Dean was out cold, it wasn't a moan that one makes when waking up. Rather a moan that someone makes when they're dreaming. Sam could see Dean's eyes moving beneath his eyelids.
"Hey Dean wake up. You're dreaming." Sam said squeezing Dean's hand gently. His older brother moaned again, louder this time.
A sudden thought came and smacked Sam in the face. Lucy! Sebastian had said she was waiting until Dean, until Dean killed himself. That means she must have been able to see Dean. But Sam hadn't seen her when he found Dean. Then again he hadn't really been looking for her.
What if she making Dean have nightmares again! Here, now. Dean wouldn't be able to wake up for another few hours at least because of the drugs they had him on and his lack of blood. Sam shook Dean's shoulder, "Dean wake up." The young hunter said more urgently.
A young nurse came into the room, "What's going on?" she asked sternly eyeing Sam with suspicion like it was him causing Dean's pain. The heart monitors must have alerted the staff at the nurse desk.
"I think he's having a nightmare. Can you wake him up?"
The nurse walked quickly to Dean's side then turned bright red, "I don't think it's a nightmare. I think he may be dreaming something else." She said quietly going redder in the face if it was possible.
Sam looked back at his brother in confusion then realized what she was talking about. Sam too went red and couldn't help the smile that crossed his face. Well at least his older brother was having a good dream.
"Okay I think we should leave him for now. Maybe you should go and get him some clothes and things for when he wakes up." She said shooing Sam out of the room.
The young Winchester nodded mutely and left for the hotel room snickering. His brother would always be the same old Dean. Sam just hoped he would be the same when he woke up.
HA! I bet you weren't expecting that! Sorry, I know I killed the angsty atmosphere but I decided to give Dean a break. I have been pretty mean to him lately, and what better way to repay him than well..(and yeah I know it's not probable, with the blood loss and all but lets just pretend it is) Anyway I will get back to the angst in the next chapter. Let me know what you think ;)
Mishka xXx
