Disclaimer: The boys of Supernatural do not belong to me. I just borrowed them for my little story. Any other characters are mine though.

Notes: This is my first fic ever! Oh, and I decided to make this an AU story. I never thought I would be writing an all out chapter fic. I don't have the whole plot planned so it may be a little while between chapters. Don't get mad at me please! Constructive criticism welcome. Praise welcome. Suggestions welcome. Review! Review! Review! Pllleeeeaaassssssssseee!Tell your friends about me so they can review too! Thanks! smile

Warnings: Violence. Harm to character(s). Sam first, maybe Dean later. Muwahahahahaha!

Getting Into Trouble

Chapter 5

Three days later, Dean's cell phone rang. The boys had been dozing in their motel room and both were surprised when the loud intro to a Led Zeppelin song jolted them out of their semi sleep. Dean scrambled for his phone hoping that it was the doctor with the test results. Both boys were anxious. Sam's eyesight still hadn't returned and the boys really wanted to know why.

"Hello?"

"Hello, am I speaking with Dean Winchester?" a polite voice asked.

"Yes, this is he."

"Well, Doctor Denson asked me to call and let you know that your brother's test results are in and that you could come in today at anytime to get them."

"That's great. We'll be there in about half an hour." Dean flipped his phone closed.

"Hey Sam, doc says the results are in. Let's go. I wanna find out what's wrong and how to fix you."

"Yeah Dean, I know. I wanna find out too." Sam said as he sat up. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and leaned over to grope for his shoes.

"They're on your left," said Dean before he got up to go to the bathroom. "I'm going to the bathroom and I'll be out in ten minutes. Try not to go anywhere or knock over anything before I come out okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." Sam replied with a sigh. 'Geez you'd think I was a five year old' he thought to himself. He finally found his sneakers and pulled them on his feet. He didn't have to worry about his tying his laces; he hadn't untied them the night before.

Using his hands to guide him, Sam slowly made is way to the chair where he had laid his jacket the night before. Once he found it he put it on and sat in the chair to wait for Dean.

True to his word, he was out of the bathroom ten minutes later.

"Alright Sam, are you ready to go?"

"Sure, I'm ready. I've been ready. I could have died waiting for you to come out of the bathroom. You took forever!" Sam teased as he stood from his chair.

"Ha ha, very funny Mr. Blind Man. Where are your sunglasses?"

"They're in my pocket," Sam said impatiently as he pulled them out and put them on. "Can we go already? I want to know what the doctor has to say."

"Yeah, yeah...geez get the ants out of your pants." Dean replied.

Dean walked over to his brother and after putting Sam's hand on his shoulder walked towards the door.

It took them ten minutes to get to the hospital. It just so happened that when they walked through the door, Dr. Denson was standing at the front desk.

"Dean, Sam it's good to see you back. I have the test results in my office. What's say we go back and discuss them okay?"

"Sounds good to us," said Sam.

Dr. Denson's office was nice. The floor and walls were carpeted and painted in burgundy and the furniture was black. Dean and Sam sat in the two chairs that were facing the doctor's desk and waited silently as he shuffled through his papers.

"Well," said the doctor, "after reviewing the results of your tests, my original theory of why you are blind was correct. The two blows you sustained to your head are the cause. Your scan showed slight swelling in the brain. It was very minimal and has probably gone down by now. It appears that the condition of your head trauma has caused what we call ABI or Acquired Brain Injury. Have you been experiencing headaches the past three days?"

"Yes," replied Sam.

"Well, that is one of the physical symptoms of ABI. Your blindness is a perceptual symptom. ABI can cause a change in vision andpersonality."

"That's for sure." retorted Dean. "Is it permanent?"

"I don't know," replied the doctor. "ABI varies from patient to patient. Sam could get his vision back later today, in a few weeks or not at all. It really depends on his body and the way it works and heals. I am going to get Sam a walking cane to use. That way you won't necessarily have to lead him around everywhere. I was going to offer a pair of sunglasses too, but I see that you already have that covered. I'll be right back." The doctor stood and left his office.

Dean turned to look at Sam.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know yet. Hey, have you called dad?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Well, he hasn't answered any of the calls I've made before. I didn't think he would call me back this time either."

"Yeah, I guess you could be right. You could still try though. You know, just to let him know what happened. Huh, he'll probably say it's my own fault for butting in where I wasn't wanted."

"Sam, don't say that. I'm sure dad would have done the same thing in your position. You two are more alike than you think. I'll call him if you want me to, when we get back to the hotel."

"Okay," said Sam as the doctor came back into his office.

Dean could see that the doctor had a stick in his hand. It was black and about 16 inches long.

"Uh doc? How is Sam supposed to find his way around with that? It's too small!"

"Well, Dean, this is what we call a folding cane. It unfolds and locks into place. This is the longest one we have at 60 inches. There's a rubber handle and wrist strap, so it's easy to grip and you won't drop it or lose it easily. Will you be okay with using this Sam?"

"Yeah, sure. I was hoping I wouldn't have to count on Dean all the time with getting me around. Thank you Dr. Denson."

"No problem Sam. Now, if you start to get your sight back you come back so I can examine your eyes alright?"

"Umm, I'm not sure that would be a definite possibility. We're not from here and we were going to be leaving soon," said Sam.

"Oh, well in that case wherever you end up you should go see a doctor as soon as any change in your eyes occurs."

"Alright. I'll be sure to."

"Good. Well, I think that's all I have for you. If you ever need to call me, here's my card."

"Thanks doc," said Dean as he stood. He leaned forward to shake the doctor's hand then helped Sam get to his feet. Sam also shook the doctor's hand, then the two left the hospital and returned to the hotel room.

After calling to order a pizza for dinner Dean sat on his bed and turned the television on. He was flipping through the channels when he heard Sam clear his throat.

"What is it Sam?"

"I thought you were gonna call dad?" he answered.

"Oh…right." Dean turned off the television and picked his cell phone back up. He paused for a moment but then flipped it open and found his father's number then pressed send. He didn't really expect his father to pick up and readied himself to leave a message. He was extremely surprised when his father answered after two rings.

"What is it Dean?"

"Dad! I didn't expect you to answer. Wait, why did you answer?"

"I had a feeling that something was up. Father's intuition I guess. Dean, what's wrong?"

"Well, dad, I'll just say this right out. Sam's blind."

"What! How did this happen? Was it something you were hunting? Is he alright? Damn it, what have you two been doing?"

"Whoa, dad, calm down! It wasn't anything supernatural. Sam got caught up in a fight and he banged up his head up pretty bad. The doctor called it acquired brain injury. He said it might be temporary or permanent and that it was a waiting game. Sam wanted me to tell you."

"Well I'm glad you did although I am going to want to talk to him. I can't talk now though. I'm in the middle of a job."

"Well, so were we dad. But that got put on hold when this happened. Sam can't really help me with this now and I don't want to leave him alone."

"I know Dean. Where are you?"

"We're in New Mexico."

"Why don't you take Sam to see Missouri? She can look after Sam while you finish your job. And maybe I can find a way to got down there to see him and talk to him."

"Huh…I didn't think of that. I'll ask Sam and see if he wants to do that. Thanks dad."

"No problem Dean. Tell Sam I said hello."

"I will. Bye dad."

"Bye Dean."

Dean flipped his phone closed.

"Dad said hi. He also said that maybe I could take you to Missouri's. She could help you and dad said he might come and see you there."

"That actually doesn't sound too bad. We could use a break."

"Umm… actually, I wouldn't be staying. I was gonna drop you off and come back to finish the job here."

"Oh," said Sam sadly, "well if that's what you really want to do. I guess I can't argue with you. When do you want to go?"

"Well, I should probably call Missouri first." All of a sudden Dean's cell rang. He answered.

"Dean you don't even have to ask. Bring that boy here." He heard Missouri say. Dean smiled.

"You really freak me out when you do stuff like that," he said.

"I know. Get a good night's sleep and come tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you."

"Okay. Thanks Missouri."

"You're welcome honey." She hung up. Dean turned to Sam.

"Well it looks like we're going to Lawrence tomorrow," he said as a knock sounded at the door.

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