Sam stood at the end of his brother's hospital bed as he got stitched up while he was still hopped up on pain meds. He was desperate for distraction from medically induced pain, for he liked hospitals about as much as Dean did, maybe less, for really in the overall and end he had only a stick figure interpretation of the picture that was his brother's brain. But his setting would quite impede his chances of finding any distraction. The non-urgent section of a hospital emergency room. Wounds that were serious but not particularly life gave almost half the beds occupants. Dean would have kicked him in the kidney if he saw how many times he cringed as he scanned the room. Sam's eyes stopped across from his brother's bed, on the other of what he assumed was a nurses' station. Sam turned and gently wacked Cas, who kept trying to hold Dean's hand to comfort him which only made him move and bitch more. He pointed out the two across the room. Cas came over to Sam, who whispered in return.

"Isn't that the kid and the older guy from-?" Cas nodded.

"I believe so. Why would they have come here? I don't believe the boy was hurt." Sam shrugged musing.

"Shock maybe? Heck, maybe his scarier furry friend got pissed after we left. Seemed like he's used to being rough with the kid. Seems fine though." The older man who Sam had fought with and seemed to be doing the same thing Cas was trying to do for Dean- gingerly comforting him against his will- rubbed the boy's shoulder while speaking to him then left towards the exit. Cas looked Sam's way and was going to go ask if they should approach him, but the taller brother was already gone, walking over to the boy. He sat down next to the boy where he could watch for the other man's return as the boy was turned away. When he turned to see who it was, he inhaled sharply with a jump, obviously startled. Sam's smile was courteous but obviously insincere. "Hi. Stiles, was it?"

"My dad is the sheriff. Touch me, and he'll go through every law book state and federal, and lock your ass up so long you be happy to get laid by your fellow inmates…." Sam held up his hands as a sign of peace."

"Chill out, man. I don't want to hurt you, just figured I'd come make sure you were alright, apologize. My brother's gun went off accidentally. He didn't mean to scare you, and he certainly didn't mean to hurt you." Stiles nodded, absolutely unconvinced.

"Ah, nice. Avoid attempted murder and aggravated assault. You sound like a pro at this. Are you the band of criminals' legal team?"

"I was in school to be a lawyer…" Stiles cut him off as he trailed his sentence off.

"Before?" Sam smiled and chose not to incriminate himself as a hunter in case he was wrong about the boy's friends, though after seeing them at the Hale House he was sure he wasn't.

"Honestly, it seems like you'd be used to being aggravatedly assaulted…" Stiles shrugged and began to take on a more combative tone.

"Well, yeah, hanging around werewolves all day, it'll happen every now and then." The boy looked at a surprised Sam, straight faced, with only the slightest trace of a smile, gauging his reaction and ready to laugh if Sam responded without recognition. Only when he knew Sam knew did he speak. "We both know what you are, don't deny it. A hunter. And if I'm guessing right, not even the acceptable kind. No. If it had been Derek or Peter standing where I had been, you probably would have shot them before your brother's gun went off. Hell, if I was a werewolf you probably would have shot me, an innocent 17 year old kid. You're murderers, and honestly I couldn't care any less about you're apology, especially considering if your brother was sorry he's probably man enough to say it himself. So piss off."

"Wow. That was… something. Well… I'm sure my brother would come over. But your friend tore him up a bit." Stiles gave an hmm, not very sympathetic.

"Yeah, sorry. Derek kinda hates trespassers, especially when they have guns and shoot at his friends in his house. Most people do though..."

"Oh, don't worry about it, no hard feelings. We get that reaction a lot." Sam answered. Stiles sighed through his nose.

"My dad's on his way, and Peter shouldn't be much longer with his call. I am going to tell them you're here. So, you might wanna be gone by the time Peter gets back. He's more pissed about this than he looks." Sam nodded, getting up.

"Right, of course." He turned back to Stiles despite the half-half warning and threat. "It was nice to meet you, Stiles, despite being threatened with legal action, and being called a murderer. Decent at least. See ya around." Sam hurried back over to Cas and Dean. Cas was helping Dean off the bed. Sam helped, getting him down easier and faster having two people. He spoke quickly.

"Good news, right about the werewolves-"

"Tell us something we don't know Sammy." Sam looked at Dean, not amused.

"You shot at the sheriff's son, the kid's human, we are not forgiven, and he's here with a very unhappy werewolf. So I hope you can hobble to the car pretty quick." Just as Sam finished the werewolf hurried back to his young friend. He stood talking with the boy for a moment.

"That sounds bad." Sam pointed the man out to Dean just as he turned to look at the trio. They both tensed up and Sam could see Dean's hidden cringe.

"That is bad, Cas. Good job. Let's get the hell of here." Dean graciously accepted Castiel's help in speed walking to the passenger side of the car, all the while in a numb pain. As they tore out of the parking lot, Sam saw the werewolf run out of the hospital after them into the parking lot. He grimaced at the loud roaring howl the man let off as Sam watched him in the mirror until they turned off the straight road and down another.

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Interesting H is a vowel in hmm!