Disclaimer: Eric Kripke owns I'm just playing with the sandbox.
A.N: No! Sam passed out and fell! Like I said... I was gonna make him su-ffer! Continue with the Limpness...and do I see a glimmer of GuiltyDean on the horizon?
Summary: After S2, ELAC, before BL. Dean had pushed his brother away after their father's death, but Sam had been suffering silently. Will Dean realize before its too late that Sam didn't just walk away from the accident?
Chapter 4: The Dam Breaks: Part II
Dean was angry as Sam seemed to stare at him blankly, not listening or not caring. It made him mad as he blasted Sam. But then Sam's eyes rolled back into his head and he fell backwards, with a loud thud to the cold hard floor. Dean was stunned momentarily before it gave away to sheer horror. And he called the one name that came to mind.
Bobby came running telling the recipient at the other end he'd call him back. What he saw when he got to the kitchen near made him cry out. Dean was kneeling next to his brother, a look of intense fear that Bobby had never seen on his face before as he took charge.
"Call 911, now Dean!"
Dean rushed almost automatically and dialed 911. Bobby looked at Sam. Sam could have fallen into something. As tall as he was, he just barely missed the table behind him. As he was, he just fell back and landed hard on the floor.
Dean was back in a minute. "Bobby….." he moaned as he went to touch his brother.
"Don't move him", Bobby snapped then gentled his voice, "He might have something broken and his head probably has a knot at the very least. Wait until paramedics get here. What the heck happened?" he questioned.
"I-I-I-I don't know. We-I….." Dean couldn't even make a coherent thought much less a complete sentence at the moment.
"Calm down, Dean, it'll be okay", Bobby reassured then prayed what he said was right.
The ambulance was there within the next eight minutes. Bobby pulled Dean out of the way as the paramedics swarmed around Sam, hooking him to machines and putting him on a stretcher. All the while, Dean was numb to what was going on.
He was trying to figure out what happened.
It wasn't until he was in the car with Bobby driving behind the ambulance when he voiced this question. "What happened, Bobby? He just fell out."
"Tell me what happened. Was he looking ill?" Bobby ordered.
"Ill? I-I don't know. I was yelling at him and then he…..oh my God! It wasn't an angle he was trying to work out?" Dean asked.
"Huh? What angle?" Bobby was momentarily confused as he glanced at Dean's face of horror.
"I thought…it was…some new emo thing he was pulling."
"YOU THOUGHT WHAT!" Bobby roared making Dean jump, "Boy, if we weren't in the situation we are in, I would pull this car over and tan your hide!"
"Bobby…." Dean tried to inject smally.
"Save it! You mean to tell me, all this time you couldn't see what was right in your freaking face! Are you that dense, boy?"
It slowly, started clicking of Dean. "The stairs…" he breathed.
"Dean, Sam is sick. Sick! Ill! Not feeling good! Pick one, Dean! He has been sick for quite awhile now, and mean to tell me, you really didn't notice?"
"How long is awhile?" Dean asked desperately turning his wide glaze to Bobby's profile.
Bobby paused a moment.
"Bobby!" Dean snapped.
"Probably since the accident." Bobby answered.
"What?", Dean cried, "B-b-but, he was fine. He was the only one to walk away..."
Bobby interrupted, "Dean Winchester, are you freaking serious? Explain to me how it is, you were in a coma near death and even John was laid up in a bed for awhile and Sam just happened to walked away? Just to walk away and go skipping through the meadow. I got news for you, Dean, that boy didn't walk away! He was the only one that could walk at the moment that was it. He probably signed out AMA to see about you two, but trust me Dean, the boy didn't just 'walk away'."
Dean looked like was on the verge of panic. "Then why didn't he say something?", then accused, "Why didn't you say anything?"
Bobby slammed his hand on the steering wheel, "Darn it! I tried! I tried to tell you something was wrong with your brother, but you brushed me off and walked away. Didn't want to heard it! And why the heck do you think Sam didn't? You didn't give me the time of day and think it was any better for Sam? First off you didn't even want to be bothered with him, and second he probably didn't want to bother you cause you made it clear that you didn't want to be bothered in the first place."
Dean swallowed as those horrendous words came back to him. He even called Sam a bother to his face when Sam was ill and obviously on the verge of collapse. He groaned. "I can't….I can't believe I called him a bother."
Bobby voice was tight with anger, "You did what again, boy?"
"I was…angry, blasting him to kingdom come. I didn't even realize! I didn't stop to question, just kept plowing ahead. I called him a bother. To his face, Bobby. I just….he was suffering right in front of my face and I thought it was some emo thing. I told him to cut it out that I didn't want to deal with his issues, to give me some space. I had thought…."
"Okay, Dean, seriously, look I didn't want to say this, but it has got to be said,", Bobby injected trying to curb his raging temper. He asked John for forgiveness for what he was about to say, "you lost your father boy. I'm sorry about that, but you've got to find some means to deal with it. Unless, you want to lose your brother as well." he glanced at Dean, "Well, do you?",
Dean's response was quick and violent, "NO, of course not!"
Bobby felt glad to hear that and to hear it with such passion but he wasn't finished. "Well, bang up job you are doing so far. Sam has been suffering silently and you didn't care enough to look 2 inches from your own nose to see that he was growing sicker and sicker by the day. Guess what, he lost his father too, and instead of growing closer the two of you are growing further and further apart. You need to wake up Dean and do it fast otherwise you'll lose the only family you have left. Unless, that is what you want?"
"God, Bobby, no, stop, okay!" Dean cried, near tears.
Bobby glanced at Dean. He didn't want to ask the question but he had to be sure. He had to make Dean understand the seriousness of the situation. "I would hope not….", he started slowly, "but the way you've been acting these past weeks…well, you know the saying, action speak louder than words."
Dean lowered his glaze. He looked out the window as a lone tear made its way down his face.
How could have been so stupid?
TBC….
A.N: Although it need to be said, even I winced at Bobby's harsh words. Seems Dean is waking up now.
