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If You Dare Challenge - #486 (Tapping sounds)

Are You Crazy Enough To Do It Challenge - #145 (Sky blue)

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"Every time he gets up, he's looking for Sam."

"I know—what does that have to do with me?"

"Mrs. Spencer, Sam is currently your foster child. It's within your power to bring him here."

"Yes…and?"

"Dean is suffering without Sam. He's putting himself in extreme danger in order to reach him. Because we care about Dean's health, we believe that it would be best if Sam stayed at the hospital with his brother."

"Dr. Gilmore, with all due respect, it's in our best interest that Sam gets the same treatment as the other foster children. We can't give him special treatment just because his brother made some poor decisions."

"With all due respect, Mrs. Spencer, I don't think you have the faintest idea what you're talking about."

"Excuse me, but—"

"No. Do you have any idea what these boys have been through?"

"Doctor, I've worked with a lot of delicate cases through the years—"

"Well, clearly not enough! I've seen Sam with you, Mrs. Spencer, and he is afraid!"

"He is unnaturally codependent on Dean! I am helping him! I'm helping him become normal!"

"He needs his brother, Mrs. Spencer! This is not a matter of making a child normal! This is a matter of life and death!"

"I already explained—"

"I don't care what you think about Sam's codependency on Dean or his inability to function like the other children! I don't care, do you understand me? It doesn't matter! I am telling you the absolute truth right now: Dean will die without his brother."

"You were supposed to be watching him, Dean! What were you thinking?"

Dean flinched, backing up. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't—"

John, furious, flung the chair out of the way to reach his son. "You had one job, Dean! One job! And you screwed it up!"

"I-I-I—"

"What was your job, Dean? What was it?"

Dean was crying now. "T-to w-watch Sam-m-my, b-but I—"

"And I come home and you tell me he's gone?! You idiot!" John hit Dean so hard he saw stars. "What were you supposed to do?"

Dean sobbed, heaving for every breath. "T-take ca-are of Sam-m…"

"Then where is he?" John lifted him up by his shirt.

"I-I-I d-don't kn-now—"

"I didn't ask for your blubbering, Dean! I asked you where your brother was!" He tossed Dean to the side as though he were nothing, sending him crashing into the table.

"I-I'm sorry, I d-don't—"

"I don't want your apologies!"

As Dean crawled away, crying, he kicked him in the face. Blood flooded down his chin. "Where. Is. Sam?"

Dean screamed, "Sammy!" but his voice came out as choked, intelligible gurgles instead of words. Paranoia overwhelmed him, and he thrashed, trying to escape his restraints.

"He's awake!"

"Pulse is rising!"

"Dean? Dean, calm down!"

"Jimmy, go get Sam. Now!"

Dean writhed against the hands on him, trying to reach Sam—if he could just reach Sam—

"Dean!"

A wave of familiarity washed over Dean, followed by small fingers, which wrapped around his uninjured arm. Dean's eyelids fluttered, and he caught a hazy glimpse of his little brother. Shaggy, dark hair and huge, sky blue eyes… For the first time, Dean was able to relax slightly. Sammy.

"Pulse is going back down."

"He looks like he's breathing okay; let's get the tube out."

"Can you cough for me, Dean?"

Dean tensed; that voice didn't belong to Sam. "Dean?" The high-pitched voice of his little brother soothed him. "She's okay… She wants you to cough to get the tube out. It won't be bad. Come on, De…"

Dean coughed and the tube was painfully pulled from his throat and replaced by a large mask that covered his nose and mouth. As he gasped, trying to regain control of his breathing, Sam said, "It's okay, Dean…"

"Don't try to talk," warned the woman. Dean cringed, waiting for some sort of pain, but none occurred. He still shifted, trying to lean away from her. "It'll hurt a lot."

Dean met his brother's happy eyes and tapped his cast against the side of the bed. Short. Short. Long. Pause. Long. Short. Long.

"What's he doing?" inquired a new voice. This one was much deeper and so gruff that Dean stiffened, his heart rate quickening. "Why is he…?"

"I'm okay, Dean," Sam whispered. "But you're not."

Short. Short. Short. Pause. Short. Long. Pause. Short. Short. Long. Short. Pause. Short.

The woman let out a sharp gasp. "Yeah," Sam said, his grip tightening on Dean. "We're safe. We're in a hospital. They're…taking care of us."

Short. Short. Pause. Short. Long. Short. Short. Pause. Long. Short. Long. Long.

Sam stared at Dean for a few odd seconds and burst into tears.

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