Discalimer: Refer to Chapter One

A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Just so everyone knows I AM NOT TRYING TO MAKE THIS STORY WINCEST-Y AT ALL. I really do get appalled at the thought of wincest so I hope you get when I use "brotherly love" and not get that confused with wincest.Okay anyways happy reading.! Please read and review.

Chapter 3

The doctors wheeled two large machines with long plastic tubing and some other small instruments into Sam's room. Dean stood at the door in the hall, watching them intently as they set up for Sam's surgery. Sydney looked up from her paper work and caught a glimpse of Dean fidgeting with his ring. He felt a light tap on his shoulder and turned around. He gave half smile at the petite girl standing with two cups of coffee.

"Just thought you could use a pick me up. I was wondering if I could join you."

Dean looked back through the small glass window into Sam's room. One of the doctors slowly pulled the large blue curtain around Sam's bed, concealing him from his older brother. He returned his eyes to Sydney and nodded his head in acceptance.

"Great." She said with a smile.

She led him over to the familiar armchairs in the waiting room, handing him the steamy cup of hazelnut coffee. They sipped on the hot liquid, looking around the small room as they sat in the uncomfortable silence.

"So how have you been? I know all this stuff with Sam is a lot to deal with, but your doing okay right?" She said warmly.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

She could see in those glassy hazel eyes that he really wasn't okay. His hair was unkempt and his face was a pale shade, the dark circles lining his eyes stopped just before his cheek bones. He couldn't help but noticed the concern on her face.

"Really Syd, I'm fine."

Dean's eyes trailed down the hall as he sipped on his coffee. He was growing more nervous with every passing minute. His awkward movements made it apparent to her that he was scared for Sam.

"So what happened exactly?"

"What do you mean?" Dean questioned, raising his eyebrow slightly.

"How did Sam get that wound, if I may ask."

Dean studied her features for a moment, then lowered his eyes to the ground.

"You don't have to tell me, sorry I asked." She shook her head in embarrassment.

"No its okay. We were out in the woods. Some hunters were nearby doing some hunting and Sam was hit by a stray bullet."

"And you feel responsible."

"What do you mean responsible?"

"I've watched you with Sam. You seem very protective of him, making sure to get the very best for him. That everything that is done concerning your brother is done in certain way. I hope you realize that is wasn't your fault, just pure accident. Wrong place at the wrong time, that sort of thing."

Man who is this girl some sort of therapist?

"Are you using psychology on me Syd?" Dean smirked.

"Nope, just trying to make you feel better."

"Well I told you I'm fine. If you don't mind could we talk about something else, like how long the surgery is suppose to last."

"Well most chest tube surgeries done in the past have been performed in under six hours."

Why don't they just make it an eternity.

"That's a long time." Dean huffed.

"Well they're working around the chest cavity where your heart and other vital organs are housed. They have to be especially careful with these types of surgeries."

Dean began to play with his spinner ring, a habit he would do when he became nervous.

"Dean he'll be fine, I promise."

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5 hours later

Dean saw the door to Sam's room swing open, the doctors in blue wheeling one of the machines out with them. He quickly got up as he saw Sam's male doctor walking toward him with another clipboard and some papers.

"Evening Mr. Winchester."

"Evening Dr. Reye. How's he doing?"

"He pulled through the surgery just fine. He's still a little groggy from the anesthesia but you can go in now if you like."

"Thanks."

Dean paced down the hall with increasing speed. He came to the door of Sam's room, little taken back at what he saw. The plastic tube was protruding out of the side Sam's chest into the one of the large machines. Dean could hear the small vacuuming noise it was making as the numbers on the screen dropped a point every few minutes. He was a little relieved that they didn't have to reinsert the breathing tube.

Dr. Reye quickly walked down the hall and caught up with Dean to explain some of the equipment.

"I know the tube looks a little scary but the machine is still sucking some of the air out of his chest cavity."

"What do those numbers on the screen mean?"

"Well the small number is the amount of air in his chest cavity, and the large number above that is monitoring his heart."

"Is 46 over 34 good?"

"Well the air is still being depleted around his lung so we would like to see that number around 21-28, that number should be down into the twenties in the next couple of hours. As for the number monitoring his heart, you only want that to increase. It takes a couple of hours or even days. Going into the surgery it was 43, so it has increased since then, but we don't want it to drop below forty."

Dean knew what he had to ask but he wasn't sure if he wanted an answer. "What happens if it drops below forty?"

"Under forty is critical, and it could get serious." Dr. Reye gave a low sigh. He felt the vibrating of his beeper in his pocket. He took it out and studied the numbers. " If you don't mind I have to take this. I'll be back to check in on Sam later."

Dean watched the doctor make his way to the East wing of the hospital. He slowly walked into Sam's room, pulling up a chair next to the bed. He watched Sam's sleepy eyes flutter open and scan the room.

"Hey buddy, how you feelin'?" Dean said as he brushed back some of Sam's unruly bangs.

"Tired." he said quietly.

"Yeah I thought so, they gave you a pretty good dose of that sleeping drug. But hey you need the beauty rest cause you like crap." Dean smirked.

"Nice." Sam made a smirky smile underneath the oxygen mask.

Dean looked up as he heard a low tone of the monitor. He sadly watched the large number drop from 46 to 45. He let out a low sigh as he returned his gaze to Sam, whose eyes had shut momentarily.

Hang in there little brother.

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