Chapter 5

Sam had been lying on the bed, smiling slightly as he listened to Dean trying to interrupt the girl that wouldn't stop speaking. Feeling dizzy again, he closed his eyes, longing for that warm feeling of sleep to wash over him once more.

The distant sound of a siren pierced his tired thoughts. Finally…

A moment later he heard Dean enter the room again.

"Time to go?" He asked with his eyes closed.

The voice that replied made him jump, because it certainly wasn't Dean.

'So you did get attacked! How about that? I was just offering your brother some first-aid, but now the ambulance is here, so I guess you don't need me."

With a gasp of shock and a mad clutch to his throbbing shoulder, Sam opened his eyes to see the crazy looking girl with the high voice move over to him from the other side of the room.

"HEY! GET AWAY FROM MY BROTHER!"

Again, Sam jumped at the sound of a second voice in the room. He cried out as the pain ripped through his body in powerful waves, making him feel sick again.

The girl shrieked as Dean stormed into the room, knife in hand. Realising who she was, Dean swore; hiding the knife behind his back.

Through his pain, and before Dean could curse anymore, he motioned weakly to his brother. "Dean," he gasped. "She was just talking to me, it's okay."

"You gave me a freakin' heart attack!" Dean snarled at the woman who was standing with her hands over her face, trembling.

Through her fingers came a muffled reply. "Well there's no need to take that tone with me, especially with a knife in your hand. My cousin stabbed himself by accident once; he bled all over his new shirt. It was such a mess and-"

She was cut off once again as Dean moved past her, grunting futilely with an aggravated look on his face. A moment later, the ambulance officers strode into the room

"Sam, you're going to be okay. I'm, ah...right here with ya." He said gruffly to his brother as one of the nurses began to unwrap his shoulder gently.

Dean took the time that Sam was getting checked over to calm down as the last traces of the adrenaline rush left his system. He also took a very long couple of minutes to persuade the obviously psychotic neighbour to leave their room.

Ten minutes later, it was finally time to go to the hospital.