Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters. I merely enjoy torturing them from time to time.
Mullet Rock
Chapter Twelve:
"Am I alright?" he practically shouted. "Dean, you scared me to death, I found you lying on the ground half dead and you want to know if I'm alright?"
"Yeah," Dean said grinning at his brother and looking around at the medical staff still in the room.
Sam took the hint. "I'm fine Dean," he said, "just tired. For some reason all I want to do is sleep."
At Sam's reply the doctor who was in the room turned to him and asked, "Young man did you hit your head in the accident? Perhaps you should let us examine you too."
Before Sam could reply Dean spoke up. "No doc," he said. "It's not that. He wasn't in the accident." He looked guiltily at Sam before continuing, "He'd been having trouble sleeping so he took a few sleeping pills just before I called him for help."
A look of pure confusion crossed Sam's face as he glanced at Dean. Then his expression changed to a look of concern and he turned to the doctor and said. "Yeah, I wasn't expecting for this to happen. I thought I'd be able to sleep for several hours undisturbed. How's my brother doing?"
"Well," the doctor replied. "As you can see we had to give him whole blood. He lost a lot of his own from the laceration. It's stitched and bandaged. We have the bleeding under control but he won't let us send him to radiology for the necessary x-rays to ensure he hasn't broken anything. We did a full blood panel and are waiting on the results for that. We also want to do a full MRI scan of his head and internal organs to ensure none were damaged during the impact."
Sam looked at his brother. Dean looked haggard and for some reason he looked like he hadn't slept in a few days. He looked at the doctor again and said, "And he's being an ass and not letting you do any of it right?"
The doctor laughed, "Sounds like you know him very well."
"Yeah," Sam replied seeing the look Dean gave him that said he'd pay for the comment later. "This isn't the first time he's been hurt."
"Well," the doctor continued this time speaking to Dean. "Can we get those tests done now?"
"Sam," Dean asked. "You gonna be okay?"
Sam was confused by a lot of things right now but his brother's obvious worry about him seemed to be going beyond his normal level of concern. Something serious must have happened but for the life of him Sam had no idea what it was. For that matter he had no idea how they'd gotten from the gift shop to the warehouse. He must have been unconscious he just didn't know what had happened. "I'll be fine Dean. Let them finish and we can get out of here."
"You sure?" Dean asked.
Sam stared at his brother giving him a look of exasperation.
"Alright," Dean said holding his hands up in the classic sign of surrender. "I'm just making sure." Dean looked at the doctor and told him. "I'm all yours, but Sam's not leaving my sight."
Sam rolled his eyes, "Dean…"
"No Sam," Dean said wearily. "No arguments."
Sam did the only thing he could do at that point. He agreed to his brother's demands because it didn't matter how tired he was. Dean needed him to stay close so that's what Dean got… but he damn well better explain what the hell was going on just as soon as they were alone. Sam was beginning to get the feeling that something big had happened and he'd missed it all.
Dean was in the MRI room getting his tests done while Sam stood outside the room looking through the large picture window set in place for family members to see what was happening. Sam's phone rang. Pulling it out of his pocket and answering it he said, "Hello."
"Hey Sam, its Allie what happened?" she said. "I thought you were going to call me last night."
Last night? Sam thought to himself. He'd just seen Allie a few hours ago what the hell was she talking about? "Um Allie," he said. "I'm going to have to call you back."
"Look Sam," she said. "If you don't want…"
"Allie," Sam said realizing she thought he was blowing her off. "It's not like that. It's just Dean had an accident. I'm at the hospital with him now."
"Oh," she said. "I'm so sorry. Is he going to be okay?"
"Yeah, but I need to get back to him. I'll call you later."
"Sure Sam."
Sam hung up the phone looking at it curiously. He opened the calendar on his phone and was shocked to realize that he had somehow lost more then a day's worth of time. More then thirty hours had passed since they'd broken into the gift shop at Lion Country Safari. "What the hell is going on?" Sam asked out loud.
Sam watched through the window as his brother was put into the MRI. This was going to take several minutes so Sam felt safe stepped into the men's room that was only a few feet away. He needed to splash some cold water on his face to keep himself awake.
He stepped up to the sink and for the first time got a good look at himself in the mirror. "God," he said to himself. "No wonder he keeps asking if I'm okay." He nearly didn't recognize the person staring back at him. He looked haggard, more exhausted then he'd seen himself look. The dark circles under his eyes, which were both dilated, did nothing to improve the appearance.
Then he noticed the blood on his shirt. He stared at realizing something was wrong. He understood the blood on his sleeves. That was from when he was trying to stop his brother from bleeding. The blood on his chest though it looked more like it had been sprayed there or maybe cast off from something.
Then as he stood there staring at the blood things began to make a terrible kind of sense. He remembered Dean's reaction to him when he'd first regained consciousness. It had been fear Dean had actually backed away from him.
Suddenly Sam knew what had to have happened. He did it. He'd stabbed his brother even though he didn't remember doing it. He backed up away from his own image away from what was staring him in the face. He couldn't breath. His breaths started coming in short gasps as he realized he'd nearly killed Dean. "Oh God," he said to himself as his back struck the wall behind him. "What did I do?"
He sank slowly to the floor his knees pulled up close to his body. His arms wrapped around his knees. He began rocking back and forth not even noticing that his head was striking the wall. No realizing he was repeating the same thing over and over again. "What did I do?"
A/N - Here you go! Enjoy. I'll try to have another chapter up sometime tomorrow. Please feel free to review and tell me what you think so far.