Chapter 7 – Thoughts of revenge arise
At the hospital they asked Sam who the patient was, where he was found and if he knew what had happened.
"His name is Dean Winchester. I found him in his room. He seems to have had too much to drink, at least there were whiskey bottles on the floor with him."
"And you are?"
"Sam Winchester, his brother. Please, can I see him?"
"Sure,but he'll be asleep. We have now placed him in a medically induced coma for two days so that he can recover."
"Thank you."
Sam turned around and went into the room where his brother was lying. He had to swallow because he hardly recognised his brother.
Dean had been hiding in a lot of laundry lately. But now in the hospital bed Sam could see how thin his brother had become.
"Dean, I don't know if you can hear me, but you got to get better!
You can't just leave me alone and go. Without saying goodbye first. I mean, come on, I'm your brother. You can talk to me. There's a solution for every problem. And I certainly don't mean drowning yourself in alcohol or using the object that matches our last name.
I mean talk about it, think about it, work out solutions!"
There would be no reaction from Dean, Sam knew that, but he wanted to say it anyway.
Actually, everyone knew how close Sam and Dean were, but very few had been able to understand that neither of them could live without the other.
Even when they fought, blood is still thicker than water.
"Oh, Dean", Sam thought, "Cas will regret this."
"Sam Winchester? Go." ... "LEAVE!"