The morning came slowly for Dean, his walk to the restroom had increased the pain he was experiencing dramatically leaving him to toss and turn throughout the night. When Sam came to check on his in the morning his eyes were bloodshot and large dark circles stood out against the paleness of his brothers skin. "Dean?" Sam stated cautiously, "Are you okay?"
Dean's eyes opened from their half closed position, "I'm fine Sammy."
"You don't look fine." Dean grunted in response, the truth was he didn't feel fine either and the discomfort had little to do with the bullet wounds in his abdomen although they didn't feel good either. He felt sick, like deeply desiring to puke sick.
Sam seemed to wait for a response, confused when he didn't really get one. "Do you want some breakfast? I was going to make bacon and eggs…" Sam trailed off as Dean lunged to one side and threw up over the side of his hospital bed – "Oh gosh, Dean. I'll get Rebecca!" Sammy stated before running off to find the doctor.
Dean collapsed back into the bed he had left. His forehead dripped with sweat and yet he felt unbelievable cold – shivering slightly as he attempted to catch his breath. Sam wasn't done long before he had returned, not with Rebecca but with a surprising figure. "Dad?" Dean asked weakly, hardly believing his fevering eyes.
John Winchester took in this scene of his eldest son quickly and surely before jumping into action. "He's burning up. Sam go find this doctor you were telling me about, I need to know what meds she has him on."
As Sam left the room John stepped up to his oldest son's bed and gently rested his palm on Dean's forehead – attempting to get a read on his temperature as Dean's big eyes followed him glassily.
John didn't have to wait long for Rebecca, "What is he on?" he questioned with a sense of urgency.
"Pain killers and an antibiotic – to reduce the likelihood of infection…"
"What antibiotic?"
"I just started him on Cefazolin last night." The doc said matching the fathers urgency.
"He's allergic, I never told him. I was always just there." Rebecca immediately jumped into action. Moving quickly toward her patient she appraised his condition and stopped the medicine drip that had been poisoning his body. Reaching for his pulse she paused just a moment before busying herself with fixing an antihistamine solution to counteract the allergic reaction.
10 minutes later, Dean was sleeping; his fever diminishing and the puke that had covered the floor cleaned up. Rebecca took a deep breath before turning to the father she had yet to meet, "He'll be okay now. It's fortunate you showed up when you did. There are not many people who are allergic to Cafazolin. It wouldn't have been my first guess."
John nodded gazing at his pale son, "I found out when Dean was when he was 10; nasty case of appendicitis but we almost lost him from the allergic reaction."
Rebecca nodded her head, "I'm Rebecca. You must be John." John nodded offering her his hand. "Thanks for taking care of my son." Rebecca nodded, "Dean will be asleep for a long time. If you need rest or food, I'd suggest taking it now." John nodded but his eyes just returned to his son.
Dean woke to his Dad's brown eyes watching him thoughtfully, "Hey…" Dean spoke hating how his voice sounded to his own ears he quickly cleared his throat and tried again filling the quiet before his Dad had a chance to talk. "I'm so sorry sir. We were so stupid. I should have waited for you and I never should have allowed Sam to come along on the hunt." John's oldest son paused, his eyes cast down at the white sheet covering his lap.
John sat silently staring at his boy, not sure what to say or how to say it. Dean was right they were stupid, beyond foolish and Sam never should've been put in that type of situation and yet anger at what should have been done differently wasn't what was on his mind, it was the relief of knowing that his son; Mary's son was okay. John nodded slightly leaning back in his seat causing it to groan at the change, "For future reference you're allergic to Cafazolin…"
Dean looked up toward his Dad noting the lack of correction that he knew he deserved, "Good to know."
The Winchester's fell into a quiet peace, not stating the depth of emotion that each was feeling, Sam would hate it but it suited Dean and John just fine.