Yay another one, I hope you all remeber what happening. Any mistakes are my own, i'm tired but I still put this up for you guys so you better be thankful!
"But he's okay." The nurse said giving me a nervous smile.
My mind was blank. His heart stopped, was he really okay? The thought of when he had gotten electrocuted last time flashed through my head and my heart seized. A headache started at the back of my skull and I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Sam?"
"Can I see them?"
She went silent and I opened my eyes thinking she had left. Instead she was studying me intently.
"Its before visiting hours. They are in 28 and 209." she said tightly, coming to my side. "Can you stand?"
"Yes." I lied, not knowing whether I could or not. Slowly I pulled my legs from the blankets. As I stood up everything twirled around for a moment then steadied. Lurching forward I made my way to the door, the nurse hovering by my side.
My neck ached profusely and I wondered if I had broken it. How long have we been here? I voiced my question and the nurse said "A week. All of you woke up off and on but I doubt you remember that."
A week? Oh god dad was gonna be pissed, I thought. I could see him saying all that time wasted, on when we could be searching for the damn demon.
Reaching the hall the nurse said "Your brothers room is next to yours, and your dad's is just across the hall, here." she pointed. "If you need anything let me know."
"Okay, thanks." I said softly.
I decided to see dad first, since Dean would probably like to be left alone. I wasn't sure if he'd want to see me since I couldn't stop the demon from hurting him so badly at the cabin. The look on Dean's face as he cried out for Dad to stop hurting him was hard to forget. Or the fact that the last time he was near death someone else died for him so he could live.
I opened the door to dad's room, but stopped. He looked like he was asleep. I turned to leave when he said something.
"Sammy?" He whispered turning his head to look at me.
Turning back I quietly replied, "Yeah its me dad."
Walking over to him I asked; "How are you feeling?" Hoping he was good even though eh looked like hell. There was a huge bruise on the left side of his forehead and various cuts around his face and on his hands. I couldn't help but wonder if I had crippled him after I shot him.
"As good as I can be I guess." he grumbled grinning. "What about you?"
"I've had better days. How's your leg?" I said softly.
"Fine," he quickly replies his eyes hardening for a moment. "What about your brother?"
"He's fine dad." I say sighing, not regretting not telling him that Dean's heart had stopped.
"How long we've been here?" Dad asks.
"A week." I reply, fearing what he's about to say.
Dad's eyes roved around the room and suddenly I knew what eh was thinking. "We've been her long enough. We have to find the demon."
"Dad-" I warned.
"Help me up." he demanded.
Hesitating, Dad shot me a hard look and I grabbed his arm. His jaw tightened as he stood on his legs for the first time in a week. As we edged away from the bed he groaned as the leg that I shot buckled beneath him.
"This is a bad idea." I said, sitting him down in a chair next to his bed.
"Go get Dean, I'll be fine once we start walking." he growled.
Glancing at him one last time I left his room and made my way across the hall to Dean's room. Opening the door, I slipped in. He was lying there with his eyes closed. I walked over to his bedside nudging him gently I whispered,
"Dean?"
He didn't move.
"Dean." I said louder.
Still nothing.
I looked over at the machine. Heart beat was normal, unless...God what if he was in a coma? I thought.
"Dean?" I ask loudly.
He didn't even flinch.
"Damn..." I muttered.
What am I supposed to tell Dad? I thought. I turned to leave when something grabbed my arm.
"Sammy!" Dean said laughing.
"Dean! That's not funny! You scared the hell out of me!" I said, but couldn't help smiling.
"Sure it was! You should've seen your face when I grabbed you!" He laughed.
"Your such an ass." I said.
"Well, you know, I try to be." he grinned
"So, how are you feeling?" I asked changing the subject.
"Meh, okay I guess." he said, shrugging.
"Dad wants to go."
"Now? For what?" Dean asks shifting in the bed.
"The demon." I said sullenly.
"We don't have any leads." Dean said, pulling the tape and wires off his arms and chest.
I sighed not knowing what to say. Knowing in my heart what we should do and dreading it. Taking Dean's arm I helped him sit up. He hissed, jaw tightening, turned and batted me away.
"When do we go?" He said smiling, legs over the side of the bed.
"Now." I said.