Disclaimer: I still don't own them, so don't sue me please! I'm begging you!
AN: I decided to pick this story back up, I feel I let it end too suddenly. There's not much action in this chapter, but I promise there will be in either the next one, or the one after that! Also, I'm sorry that it's pretty short...I hope you can forgive me:-D
Chapter 2
As Dean sat on the hard metal chair, watching his brother sleep, he silently plotted his revenge. What kind of monster could do this to Sammy? They better pray that I never find them. The truth was, the police had no leads into who attacked Sam. The alley where he had been attacked was swept for evidence, but none was found. No fingerprints, no hair, nothing. They were working on finding out the type of gun that was used after the doctors dug out the bullet out of Sam's stomach. Unfortunately, Dean was being left in the dark. After being questioned the night he brought Sam in he was left alone by the police. The doctors told him that the police were looking into it, that no evidence was found, and the bullet was being examined. If they can't find these bastards, then I swear to God I will Dean promised himself.
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Three days later Sam was ready to be released. As Dean filled out the paperwork, Sam was helped into some clothes that Dean had brought from their motel room. Sam was wheeled out of his room and down the long, white hallway. He was relieved to be getting out of the hospital. After being cooped up there for almost a week, he was happy to be getting back on the road and out of this city for good. Sam never really was a fan of big cities, though he tolerated them. Dean had told Sam that the police had no leads into who did this to him, leaving Sam with a feeling of worry. He knew that Dean would try to find the thugs, even if the police couldn't. That's just the way his big brother was wired. If something happened to Sammy, then Dean had to make it all better, which usually meant killing the monsters that hurt him. Sam knew that his brother would never go as far as to kill another human being, not unless his or Sam's life was at stake, but he was still fearful for his brother.
Speak of the devil, "Hey Sammy!" Dean called from the front desk of the hospital's main entrance.
The nurse who had been pushing Sam's wheelchair took him over to his brother and departed. "Dean, will you please stop calling me that?" Sam asked his older brother with a fake scowl on his face after the nurse had left.
"I'll stop calling you Sammy when you magically become the older brother," Dean replied with a genuine grin on his face, looking up from the papers he was still filling out.
"Don't think I won't find a way," Sam retorted, now turning his scowl into a small smile.
"Sure you will! I'd keep wishing on the North Star for that one," Dean said. Handing the paperwork back to the desk assistant, he turned to put his full attention on his little brother.
"You don't wish on the North Star you retard. You wish on the first star you see," Sam corrected his brother.
"Whatever you say Sammy, whatever you say."
Dean walked forward so he was right in front of Sam.
"I can do it myself," Sam said putting his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, ready to push himself to his feet.
"I know, I'm just waiting for you to hurry your ass up," Dean said with no heat in his voice. Deep down, he knew that Sam wouldn't be able to make it out of the hospital without his help. He was still relatively weak after the attack, but Dean was ready to step aside to see what he really could do.
With a deep look of concentration on his face, Sam slowly pushed himself to his feet. Rising up to full height, he started to sway a little, only to be met with the steadying hands of his brother on his shoulders.
"Thanks," Sam huffed in an unsteady breath. Just standing up took a lot out of him, and he doubt he'd be able to even make it three steps without the help of his older brother. "All right…umm, can you help me from here?" Sam asked. He hated feeling so helpless, but he knew Dean wouldn't judge him.
"Sure Sammy," Dean answered, gripping Sam's shoulders a little harder and slightly pulling him towards the exit. Sam struggled to move his feet forward, but maintained a slow, steady shuffle towards the door.
With Dean's help, Sam made it all the way to the Impala which was awaiting them right outside the door, parked on the curb of the hospital. Dean walked Sam up to the passenger side and opened the door. Slowly lowering Sam into the seat and closing the door, he moved to the driver's side and got in.
"So, where to now?" Sam asked, cautiously placing his head on the headrest and closing his eyes.
"We're gonna have to stay here for a few more days," Dean replied without further explanation. Pushing the key into the ignition and turning it, the engine started up. As they pulled out of the hospital parking lot and headed back to the motel, Sam's body gave in after the exertion it was just put through lowering him into a peaceful sleep.
Dean didn't bother to turn on the radio, preferring to let his brother get some rest. He knew the next few days were going to be hell for the both of them, especially Sammy. Dean wasn't just going to let these guys get away with attacking his brother, no one got that privilege. I promise you Sammy, we'll find those evil bastards and I'll make them pay for this.
AN: Okay, please review and tell me if you like the way I'm advancing the story. I don't mind any kind of feedback. Also, I'm sorry for the wait. At first I wasn't going to make this a multi-chap fic, but I changed my mind. I'll probably update tomorrow, if not then the next day, since I'm on my Spring Break! So, REVIEW!
