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Warnings: Violence. Harm to character(s).

Getting Into Trouble

Chapter 4

Dean paced back and forth across the waiting room floor. He was too on edge to sit. He ignored the looks that the nurse at the front desk was giving him. He ignored everything around him. All of his concentration was on Sam, Sam's nightmare, and Sam's sudden blindness. He hated to admit it, but he was scared, so scared in fact, that he felt tempted to call his father. He decided against it though, at least until the doctor came out and told him what was wrong with his brother. Dean finally sat down. 'How long is this going to take?' he thought.

Sam was thinking the same thing as he sat in the examining room. A nurse had brought him in here and then left after saying that the doctor would be in soon. That had been a while ago and now Sam was getting agitated. Where was the damn doctor? If Sam could see where he was going he might have gotten up to look for him himself. Finally, the doctor came in. Having been told that his patient was blind, the middle aged doctor knocked on the door and said who he was before coming all the way inside the room.

"Mr. Winchester? My name is Doctor Bryce Denson. My nurse has informed me that you all of the sudden went blind, is that right?"

"Yes, call me Sam," was Sam's reply.

"Well," said Dr. Denson, "can you tell me what happened before this sudden blindness?"

Sam explained about the girl and how he had stopped the three men from hurting her. He explained that he had been hit in the head several times including when his head had hit the wall and when his head hit the ground when he had been dropped. He had remained conscious during the whole ordeal. Dr. Denson took notes on a chart he had brought in with him. When Sam stopped talking the doctor looked up from the chart and saw that Sam now had his head bowed and that his shoulders were shaking. He wasn't crying but the doctor could tell that he was close to it. He put his hand on Sam's shoulder.

"Don't worry son, we'll find out what happened," he said confidently.

"How?" asked Sam his voice cracking, "Nothing I've told you could give any explanation for it."

"On the contrary," replied Dr. Denson, "I have an idea of what might have caused this but I would like to run a couple of tests to make sure."

"Alright," said Sam with a deep sigh. "Will you let my brother know?"

"Sure Sam," answered the doctor, "a nurse will be in here shortly to help you prepare for the tests."

Dean had his head leaned up against the wall with his eyes closed. To anyone passing by it looked as though he could have been asleep. However, Dean was wide awake and still on edge, waiting to hear something, anything about Sam. When a door opened, Dean immediately opened his eyes and sat up. A tall man with graying hair came into the waiting room and asked for anyone there for Sam Winchester. Dean immediately stood up.

"I'm Sam's brother Dean. Who are you? What's wrong with him? Is he okay? Can I see him?"

"Whoa, Dean slow down. Give me a chance to answer one question before you ask another," the doctor chuckled. "I'm Dr. Denson. I'm not quite positive why your brother is blind. I have a theory but I want to run some tests before I make any final decisions. He's doing just fine but you'll have to wait to see him because he is being prepared for his tests. I'm having him be taken in for a CAT- Scan and an MRI for his head. I want to see if the blows he took caused any permanent damage. As soon as the tests are over you will be able to see him. You'll probably even be able to take him home. We won't get the results back for one or two days. When we do we'll call you and you both can come back for the diagnosis. Is that alright with you Dean?"

"Yeah, sure Doc," replied Dean, "as long as Sammy is going to be okay."

"I'm sure he will Dean," the doctor said as he smiled. "Now, you can wait here or you can go get something to eat. It'll take about one to two hours for the tests to be completed."

"I'll wait here," said Dean.

Two hours later Sam finally came through the waiting room door, with the assistance of a nurse. Dean stood up and walk towards the two.

"Took you long enough!" he exclaimed.

Sam flinched, not unnoticed by Dean, and tried to move towards the wall so he could find a chair. When he was sitting down, Dean looked at the nurse and twitched his head signaling that he wanted to talk to her away from his brother.

"I'll be right back Sam," said Dean, "bathroom."

He walked with the nurse up to the front desk, and then turned to her.

"What made him flinch," he asked.

"Well," the nurse replied, "you surprised him. He couldn't see you or hear you come up, so when all of the sudden you were there, it shocked him. Next time let him know where you are before you walk up on him and try not to yell. If you are out of the room he is in, knock on something and let him know you're coming, that way he won't get jumpy."

"Oh, okay. Thanks for the tips. I'll try to remember them."

"One more thing, when you are walking with him, it might be easier for you both if he walks behind you or next to you with a hand on your shoulder or at your elbow."

Dean just nodded that he understood then started to walk back towards his brother who was now leaning back against the wall with his eyes closed.

"Hey, Sam," Dean said, "I'm going to sit next to you so don't get scared and try to hit me or anything."

Dean sat down and put his hand on Sam's shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

"How do you think I am Dean?"

"I think you're scared and pissed off at the same time, but don't worry, the Doc is gonna figure this out, and you're gonna get your sight back, and then we'll get this bastard we're hunting, and everything will be okay," said Dean trying to convince himself more than Sam.

"You're right," sighed Sam. "Can we go now?"

"Sure, I'm sick of this place anyway- and I'm not even a patient this time. Here, put your hand on my shoulder and I'll walk you out."

Sam sighed again and stood up, finding his brother's shoulder and gripping it confidently. He knew his brother would guide him truthfully and carefully wherever they had to go. With one more sigh he squeezed his brother's shoulder as a signal that he was ready to start walking.

"Let's go," he said.

The two brothers slowly started walking towards the exit of the hospital, picking up the pace as Dean got a little more comfortable leading, and Sam got a little more comfortable following.

So, this chapter's a little longer than the other's I hope this pleases some of you. Next chapter is the diagnosis. Chapter after that they boys get back to the big nasty they' re hunting. WHat do you think it might be? You got a little hint in Chapter 3- in Sam's dream/vision. Tell me what you think, and PLEASE review. It'll probably make me get the next chapter up more quiclky:-) Toodles!