Well, I did promise you guys that I'd update so here's chapter 2: Instincts. Can I firstly say thank you to all of you guys have who left a review. It's your comments that spur me on and keep me writing. There's nothing like a bit of encouragement to kick you up the ass ! Thanks for reading and reviewing, it's you guys that keep us lowly writers in action !
Chapter Two- Instincts
"I want to see Sam..." Dean demanded nearly ten minutes later, his own doctor giving him a pointed look, as the elder Winchester swatted the doctor's hand away, who was trying to place the stethoscope against his chest.
"Dean..." The doctor said in an impatient tone, "I'm trying to help you here..."
Dean angrily kept his hands out, and threw the covers off the bed and swung his legs over the bed. He stood up instantly, and found himself crashing back down heavily onto the bed. The doctor grabbed Dean's arm to stop him falling off the small hospital bed completely. Then the doctor gave him a rueful look.
"You quite finished...?" The doctor demanded, the older man was growing increasingly annoyed with Dean's behaviour.
"Finished...?" Dean spat, "You haven't got me started yet..."
"Look, Mr. Turner..." The doctor snapped, "You've been in and out of consciousness for the last week, this is the first time you've actually been awake for a very long time. We're trying to make sure that everything is functioning properly..."
"How about I just save you the time and tell you yes..." Dean muttered as he sat up sharply and composed himself, before trying to stand again.
"I understand that you want to see your brother..." The doctor said in a reasonable tone, "But your brother can't help you, and you can't help him unless you're well yourself..."
"Sam..." Dean hissed, "His name is Sam..."
"I understand that you want to see, Sam..." The doctor insisted, as he eyed Dean sternly,
"But to be perfectly blunt, you're my patient, not him. Let the doctors on his section take care of him, and let me take care of you..."
"What's your name...?" Dean asked squarely, as he looked at the doctor, he was fighting every part of his instinct not to knock the doctor out.
"Dr. Wallis..." The doctor said with a sigh, "Dean, this really isn't…-"
"Do you have a brother Dr. Wallis...?" Dean demanded his eyes never leaving the doctor for a second.
"No..." Dr. Wallis said with a sigh, already knowing where this conversation was leading to.
"Then get out of my way..." Dean hissed bitterly, "I mean it, if you don't move. I will move you..."
"And I'll have you sedated..." Dr. Wallis countered. "Look, let me check you over, and I'll talk to one of nurses to see if they could take you over to the ICU so you can see Sam..."
Dean looked at the man, his face softening dramatically as he looked at the doctor quietly.
"Sam's going to be ok, right..?" Dean asked his hazel green eyes searching the doctor's face for any positive hint.
"Let's just send you down for some x-rays first Dean..." Dr. Wallis said with a nod, "Sam's not going anywhere..."
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Dean sat grumpily as he was being wheeled back to his room. He didn't even have pretty nurse Kimberly taking care of him, he had some guy in his thirties that couldn't stop talking about the hospital food.
They'd lied to him. They'd promised Dean that if he kept his mouth shut, and allowed the doctors to take pictures and prod him with cold instruments, that he'd be allowed to see his brother.
No one had even mentioned taking him over to the ICU to see Sam. Not even when Dean suggested that they should go straight after the tests, did anyone in the room acknowledge him.
He wasn't allowed to see Sam.
The nurse stretched his hand out to Dean to help him back into the bed. Dean scowled at the nurse. Didn't this idiot realise that these stupid gowns opened down the back, allowing your ass to hang out. Dean wasn't about to display his ass to anyone. At least not to this male nurse, cute nurse Kimberly perhaps, but not this guy.
Stubbornly, Dean sat silently in the wheelchair, and watched as the nurse shrugged his shoulders and walked out the room, closing the door behind him.
The elder hunter stared blankly at the rigid hospital bed in front of him, a million things racing through his mind.
…..Why can't I see Sam...?
Dean wondered to himself, as he imagined his brother lying in some room asleep. He also imagined the horrid expression on Sam's face if he woke up and found himself alone in the room. It didn't make sense that the hospital staff wouldn't allow him to see his little brother. Granted that Sam was twenty three and anything but little, but to Dean, until the day he died, Sam would be his little brother.
Dean thoughts stopped suddenly, what if Sam were dead...? What if that was the reason they weren't taking him to see Sam, because Sam was no longer here. They'd only told him that Sam was alive to keep him fighting fit.
His heart tightened in his chest. The stitches he'd discovered a couple of hours ago that were sprawled over his chest strung tighter than before, pulling at all his muscles and draining him of emotion.
"No, Sam's fine..." Dean whispered to the empty room, "I know he is, I mean I'd know if he was dead wouldn't I..? I'd just know..."
Dean sunk back in his seat. This was torture. He's only been awake a few hours and right now he'd give anything to go back to sleep, and to forget the nightmare that his mind was vividly creating for him.
Their father was gone, he'd taken off. Again.
Dean had asked to see who had paid for their hospital bills and unsurprisingly, he'd found that everything had been covered by their father, including post care and prescriptions. That alone spelled out to Dean that John Winchester wasn't coming back to Dean anytime soon.
It left a bitter taste in Dean's mouth.
How could his father take off with Sam in another ward, fighting for his life...?
Dean shook the image out of his head. No the hospital had to be wrong. His father was many things, but heartless wasn't one of them. He'd never leave either of his sons if he knew they were both battling for their lives.
Now Dean was conscious, John may not have to stick around for him- but Sam, he had to.
Sam wasn't out of danger according to pretty nurse Kimberly. Sam was in a coma. A blood clot invading his brother's brain and trapping him in a coma. No way would their father leave. Dean knew his father had done everything he could ever, humanly do to keep Sam safe from harms way. Right now, although there was nothing supernatural connected to Sam's condition, Dean hoped that John would stay just for that reason.
The boys needed their father.
Dean needed his brother.
Dean reached forward onto the bed and careful not to stretch his stitches too much, pulled a blanket off the bed and covered himself with it.
He had no idea where the ICU was in this hospital, but he was going to find out. Nobody needed to take Dean Winchester to see his little brother. He was more than capable of finding him himself...
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John Winchester glanced around the deserted ICU and carefully scanned the nurse's station which was at the end of the corridor. There were five closed doors along this corridor.
Sam was behind door number two.
He'd known that the day the father had discharged himself from the hospital. He'd also learnt how to get past the nurse's station without being noticed. After all he'd had over a week to practice.
Over a week; nine days to be exact. Nine days since the crash. Nine days since he'd last seen Sam with his eyes open. It had been too long.
The father had peered in on his sons every single day. Visiting Dean daily to see what his tough solider had been up to. He kept reading Dean's notes that sat at the end of his unconscious son's bed. Dean was going to be ok. He'd probably be out of action for a while though. Not because of his injuries, but because John would make sure of it.
Dean hadn't known, but he'd been just around the corner when his eldest had come round. When he'd overheard the pretty nurse, that kept a special eye on his son's room, announce to the other nurses that Dean Turner was doing ok; it had been a very happy few hours for John Winchester.
He hoped that Dean would take note to listen to the doctors, relax and take it easy.
John grinned to himself as he studied the corridor, waiting for an opportunity to sneak into his youngest room. He'd been climbing the walls after only a day in hospital. He could only imagine what Dean was going to do. Dean and authority figures never went well together; it was a mortal blessing that Dean had ever bothered to listen to him.
Now there was just Sam. He'd asked the doctors what had caused the blood clot. The answer he'd received had shocked the father of two.
Sam had been found outside of the car on the road nearby.
Sam had been the one to call the emergency services. He'd been too out of it to tell them where they had been, but had had enough sense to leave the phone line open so the call could be traced.
It was Dean's phone Sam had used to call the emergency services with.
It hadn't taken long to figure out that Sam must have come round and been completely freaked out by what he saw. His youngest had somehow, through his injuries crawled into the back of the car, to Dean and got the phone from his brother.
The doctors had been pretty adamant when talking to John. Sam's phone call had saved Dean's life and his own.
It didn't seem fair now that Sam was the one left fighting for his life. The impact of the smash had left his son with a massive blood clot in his chest. If Sam had stayed still, the blood clot would never have moved to his brain.
Sam would never be in this coma.
John saw his chance, and slipped silently into his son's room, opening and closing the door in one swift, primal move. It wasn't until after he'd closed the door, that the father remembered the pain down his ribs.
Four broken ribs, a punctured lung and what to him felt like dancing elephants on his spine, but what translated to a bruised vertebrae, one nasty concussion and oh yeah, a gun shot wound to the leg; all considering, John Winchester had been pretty lucky.
John forgot his pain as soon as he saw Sam lying perfectly still on the bed. The exact same position he'd left his baby boy in yesterday, and day before that and the day before that.
The ventilator hooked to Sam's mouth looked invading as John silently sat on the bed, ignoring the chair beside him. He picked up Sam's hand in his and shuddered.
His son's hand was freezing. John sandwiched it between both of his and looked down at Sam. He hoped beyond hope that his little boy could hear him.
"You know, I found out that Dean's gonna be just fine Sammy..." John whispered to him, taking one of his hands away from his son's motionless hands, and stroking Sam's dark brown hair clear off his forehead.
"He's gonna be just fine Sam..." John said with a nod, "You saved him Sammy, you saved him..."
John studied Sam's face, hoping that Sam would open his hazel eyes, and look at him with that spark only Sam had. The eyes and face that told a million stories. The stubbornness his youngest carried that made him a Winchester. It made him John's son. Right now the father would give anything to have his son come round. He knew what he was about to say was going to break his heart.
But he had to say it.
"Sammy..." John whispered, "Son, I'm gonna go away for a little while, but Dean's gonna be here real soon. He'll be so happy to see you. So happy Sammy..." John whispered as he allowed his fingers to trace his son's features on his face.
"You're gonna wake up and you're going to be ok..." John told him, "I'm sorry I have to go Sammy, but I can't stay here with you and your brother. Not yet son..."
John tenderly reached forward and kissed Sam gently on his forehead.
"We're gonna be a family again Sammy I promise..." John whispered to Sam, "You, me and Dean, we're gonna be a family..."
John gently let go of his son, ignoring the painful fact that his son had not stirred once.
Standing at the door, his hand on the handle, it was going to take every ounce of strength the father had to leave this room and not come back in. But he had to. He was a hunter, but he was a father first and father's protected their children- no matter how old they were.
Dean and Sam we're his little boys. His sons. He'd be damned if he was going to just sit back and allow evil to destroy their lives as well. While the demon had been smart enough to possess John to terrorise Dean, he'd been stupid enough to choose John in the first place. John Winchester had known how to handle a slick bastard like that, he'd also learnt a hell load more than he had been expecting.
Armed with this new information, the father knew his precious sons were not ready for this war, not ready to fight with this new information. They need time to get better, time to heal and time with each other.
John was going to make sure they both got just that, and if it meant that he'd have to leave them temporally in doing so, then he would.
He knew Sam would be safe with Dean. He knew that Dean would be safe with Sam.
As the father tore himself away from his youngest child's room, it never entered the father's head that his youngest might actually die.
To John, Sam was going to be just fine.
It was a father's intuition.
Hope you guys enjoyed it and I'll see you all for the next update xxx