Sick Chapter 5: Hospital, a supernatural fanfic

Chapter Four: Hospital

Sam could feel the eyes of the other patients on him as he walked out into the waiting room, some looked bitter that his brother got to go before them, some looked worried over his fallen family member and others just didn't seen to care; either way the walk through the waiting room was filled with an awkward silence. Thankful that the walk-in clinic was built on to one of the drug stores in town Sam entered through the glass door which lead to the mini mart. There was little time to waste, Dean was on the verge of passing out on him and Sam himself was near collapsing.

Turning his eyes from left to right they landed on a sign hanging above a counter with the words 'Prescription Drop off'. Walking over to the lady behind the counter Sam smiled to her as he handed her the prescription; his fingers shook. Taking the paper she seemed to look him over for a moment before reading the paper, her worried expression turning to understanding as she nodded, she must have thought they were for him. "Alright, do you have any medical history with us?" Sam shook his head now feeling his neck tensing and his spine shudder. Couldn't she move faster? "Alright then I'll have to make you a file."

"Do you really!?" Sam's voice came out a little louder than he had expected. "I don't want to see rude or anything but I really need this medication. My brother is really sick and I have to get it to him before I have to rush him to the hospital."

The young woman closed her eyes for a moment taking in Sam quick and loud words before shaking her head. "I'm sorry sir but it's store policy. If your brother has an allergic reaction this can protect your family and our company. Do you have your brother's health card?"

Sam grit his teeth lightly before nodding and pulling out his wallet. Grabbing one of Dean's fake health cards he handed it over. "Alright, Mr. Pitt?" She took a moment to ponder the last name before giving Sam a big smile. "Are you related to Brad Pitt?"

"No." Sam's response was short and quick. "Could we hurry?"

"Sorry." Entering the information she handed the card back. "Alright, your address?"

"1467 Maryn Drive Lawrence Kansas." Tapping his fingers along the desk Sam felt his features grow heavy. "How long?"

"Hm?"

"How long for the medication?"

"Well we're really behind, one of our pharmacy technicians had to leave because his son was being born. It'll be anywhere from half an hour to a hour."

"A hour?" Sam's lips were parted in disbelief. "Is there any way I can get it any sooner? Can't you put it through before someone's birth control or ear infection? I need to get this medicine to my brother like now."

"I'm sorry sir, you'll have to wait your turn. If your brother is in such critical condition than you should take him to the hospital, by the time you get back it'll be done." Giving Sam a sweet smile she turned around and set the perception aside. "Next."

Drawing in a tight breath Sam forced a smile to the girl before turning away from the counter and walking off, his fingers clenched tightly. He had to wait an hour...an hour for one pill! One pill!! Grumbling under his breath Sam tried to push back the urge to go behind the counter and raid all the medication for what he thought was Dean's; chances were he'd grab the wrong thing and kill his brother. "I wish dad was here."

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"Damnit John! Your boys are in such a desperate need for help they called me up! That's saying a lot since I threatened to kill their father last time I saw them! When you get this message you get your ass to your boys!" Shutting the phone with a gruff Bobby tossed it into the seat beside him. Three hours, it took three hours for him to gather the courage to talk to John and all he got was his lousy voicemail. How could a father do that to his kids? Dean and Sam were his children, the very boys he would give his life for and now he wasn't even talking to them!? It boiled Bobby's blood to think of those Winchester lads fighting on their own searching for their father and taking on whatever comes their way. They were strong but at the same time they were weak without their parents. Sam proved that when he called Bobby nearly breaking down in a fit over his brother's health. It was bad enough that Mary couldn't help them but now John couldn't too!?

Bobby pressed his foot to the accelerator as his mind continued to rant about all the things he hated about John Winchester, about all the things he knew Sam and Dean deserved, his mind such a blaze of fury he hadn't noticed the sleek large truck pulling out in front of him. "Holy-!" Slamming his foot on to the brake Bobby felt the muscle car swerve under the pressure and skidded to a halt facing diagonally from the front of the sleek truck. Setting the car into Park he stared up at the driver's seat of the truck, his features almost pale from the man he saw.

His dark features, they way his face wrinkled near his eyes showing those hard but caring expressions. Those were the eye of a military man...those were the eye of John Winchester. Stepping from the car as John climbed down from his truck Bobby met the man half way, his features still drawn in shock. "John?"

"Hey Bobby." John forced a smile to the hunter, the hint of regret covered by his dark hues.

"You got my message then?"

"Your's and Sam's."

"Sam called you?"

"Said my eldest was sick, that he was getting him medication and may have to take him to the hospital." Bobby tensed at John's words. "I just finished getting Sam's message, he sounded...pretty rough."

"Well considering his brother is dying in front of him." Bobby closed his mouth as John shot him a glare.

"My son isn't dying." Turning his back to Bobby John pulled open the door of the truck and hoisted himself in. Without a glance to Bobby John closed the door and peeled out as he headed down the stretch of highway to his boys.

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"What do you mean it's going to take another half an hour!?" Sam's was rosy in the cheeks as he slammed a fist on to the counter. "I told you before my brother needs help!!"

"I'm sorry sir, there was a mix up with the prescription and we had to do them all over again." The young woman from before tried to calm Sam.

"A mix up!? How could you mix up! The name and the drugs is write in front of you on a piece of paper! It's not like everyone had the same name!"

"Sir I need you to calm down, we're working as hard as we can."

"I'm not going to calm down, I haven't even seen my brother I have no idea how he's doing and the more time I waste here the worse he's going to get!"

"Sir, I'm working as fast as I can!"

"Well move faster!"

"Sam!" Both the young girl and Sam halted their angry words and turned to look at the entrance to the walk-in clinic. There stood Dean, white faced and nearly collapsing into the wall. "What the hell is taking so long? Feel like I'm dying."

"Dean!" Forgetting his battle with the young girl Sam moved to his brother's side. "What are you doing? You should be lying down."

"Nah, I'm Batman remember." Waving his brother's worry off Dean smirked.

"Yeah right, Batman. Well c'mon. We have to find a place for you to lie down, or sit at least." Pulling his brother's arm over his shoulder he started to drag him through the store to the seat in where customers could wait for their prescription.

"The Impala." Dean quickly protested as he braced his feet to keep himself standing.

"What?"

"If I'm lying down anywhere it's in the Impala." Flashing a glance at Sam Dean let his exhaustion be well known by his brother. "It's cool out there and it's a lot more comfy than those rock hard tables in the doctor's office."

Sam glanced from his brother to the seat before nodding. "Alright but...don't try to be a hero Dean. Tell me if you want to stop." Shooting a look to the girl behind the counter Sam dragged his brother to the end of the store and proceeded outside. The walk from the store to the Impala was longer then expected, Sam had stopped several times to hoist Dean up a little higher, the elder Winchester growing heavy with each step.

When they had made it to the Impala Sam pulled open the door to the backseat and set Dean down.

WHUMP

His brother fell back almost knocking his head against the door. Exhaling his breath in a long motion Sam climbed in over top of Dean and pulled him to the edge of the seat before feeling his forehead. "How you feeling Dean?" No response, looking down to his brother Sam narrowed his eyebrows in worry. Dean was awake but seemed so far in a daze he was unresponsive. "Dean?" Nothing. With a heavy sigh Sam climbed back out and pushed Dean's legs in before shutting the door and getting into the front seat. Searching the floor for any sort of beverage or cool object he was forced to use one of the many guns in the trunk.

Getting out of the Impala he headed to the back and pulled up the trunk and hidden compartment. Unloading a few of the guns he closed the trunk and returned to Dean. "Unloaded guns, don't try to use them anyways." Setting the cool metal to Dean's face and neck Sam whispered an apology before he left. The medicine had to be done now.

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"Finally." Sam whispered under his breath as he was handed Dean's medication, a whole four pages of warnings and instructions included. Quickly paying Sam pulled out the doubled sided four page instructions and quickly looked through them. "Do not operate heavy machinery, do not drive, do not take with alcohol, do not take with other medication, take with food, may cause dizziness, may cause drowsiness, may cause nausea, do not exceed two tablets a day, do not do any heavy lifting or excessive motion..." The list went on and on. By the time Sam had made it back to the Impala he had only read half of the warnings and from the looks of it Dean was going to be stuck in bed for a good two weeks.

Pulling open the driver's door to the Impala Sam got in and finished off the last sentence to the last paragraph on the second page before he pulled out the medication and looked to the pills, they were large there was no coaxing these babies down, Dean had to voluntarily take them. Popping open the cap Sam pulled out a pill before setting the medication in the passenger's seat and turned around. "Okay Dean...I got the...Dean?" Sam leaned over his brother, if it was at all possible Dean was even more white and pale then Sam had left him. "Dean." Reaching to his brother face Sam checked his pulse his actions coming to an abrupt halt as he pulled his fingers back. They were coated in a stick substance, it was a dark colour; blood. "Dean! Dean wake up!" Rattling his brother's shoulders Sam winced when he saw his head flop to the left. There was a dribble of blood running from the far corner of Dean's mouth to the base of his neck where it had collected and pooled from the position he was laying in. Scrambling to turn around Sam turned on the Impala before shifting it into reverse and slamming his foot to the accelerator.

Pulling out his cell Sam tried to desperately keep it together as he called his father. Answering machine. "Dad! It's Sam...Dean...Dean's really sick dad, I'm taking him to the hospital now...if you get this please hurry up and get here...I don't know if he'll make it..." Slapping his phone shut Sam raised his arm to wipe across his eyes. This wasn't happening...it couldn't be.

XxXxXx

Beep

Dean groaned at the noise.

Beep

What was that?

Beep

Must have been the alarm clock. Reaching an arm out he struck the machine at his bed side to silence the beep. Still it continued. Groaning Dean tried to turn away but felt like he was locked in one place, his joint were sore, he could taste nothing but dry bad breath in his mouth and for the life of him he couldn't open his eyes. "S'mmy." He barely mumbled out as he raised his hands to his eyes and rubbed at the sleep that had built up. "Sammy." He called a little louder.

Beep

Striking his hand out again Dean smacked the machine hard effectively knocking it away from him, there was a rip from his chest and he winced, eyes snapping open and body jolting up right in bed. The consistent beep turning into a long high pitched scream. "Son of a..." Raising his hands to shield his eyes from the on coming daylight he glanced at the room. From what he could see there was white...white...and white. Raising his hand from his eyes he squinted as he tried to adjust to the room. The sun pouring in from the window at his right was the cause of all the stress on his eyes and the difficult adjustment to the light. Turning his head away he looked over to the machine he had effectively knocked away. It was a heart monitor and it's excessive screech was pissing Dean off more then the beeping from before.

"What's going on!?" A nurse yelled as she rushed into the room, her features stricken with worry as she looked around the room before landing her eyes on Dean. Sighing to herself she walked over to him and shut off the heart monitor. "Dean...what are you doing?" Taking the sensor that was ripped off his chest when he hit the machine she placed it back. "You need to keep this on...you've had a rough week." Flicking the machine back on the consistent beeping returned.

"Week?" Dean's voice was hoarse and choppy. His eyes went from the nurse to her actions. "Where's Sam?

"I sent him to go get some food, he's been at your bed side for so long I was worried he would be in here too." With a smile the nurse pushed Dean until he was lying back. "Oh...this is the first time we've actually officially met."

"What?"

"I'm Nurse Susan...it's good to see you finally awake Dean?"

"Finally?" Dean looked over his small hospital room. "I'm in the hospital...what happened?"

"You don't remember?" Pulling a seat up behind her Susan smiled. "Dean, you had gotten a horrible case of the flu...you're body was so malnourished and exhausted that your immunity broke down to basically nothing. You were unconscious for a week...you've missed quite a few visitors too." Smiling Nurse Susan looked around the room. Balloons, flowers, cards, chocolates and all that mushy stuff Dean hated was littering the room.

"Where...did these come from?"

"Well...most of them are from the other patients and nurses, some of the doctor's as well...even with your eyes closed you were a heart breaker. Your brother brought you this." Pulling open the drawer beside his bed Susan pulled out a giant bag of M&M's. "He said that when you wake up he was going to make you eat the whole bag in one sitting for scaring him like that."

Dean smirked, it sounded like a Sammy threat. "Why...I mean...my family is more I guess...organic...we don't usually go to the hospital unless there was a serious condition...what happened to me?"

"Well...your brother was quite upset and frazzled when he came in here with you. He was very loud and very forward and firm with his words. He was missing a few key bits that made it hard to understand but from what we could make out we pieced it together. You were really sick and passed out in the back of his car and you were excreting blood from your oral cavity."

Dean frowned at the words trying to piece them together bit by bit, he knew what each word meant but he just couldn't piece if together. "What?"

"You were bleeding from you mouth. So we took you in and had you looked at...you weren't breathing. It was touch and go for awhile there. You were technically dead for a minute but with a little extra help you were brought back...that's why we have the heart monitor...it's taken some damage that can't really be explained. Anyways, when we were taking care of you we found that your throat was so unbelievably swollen and cut up that your passageway was blocked off, nearly completely."

"My throat was cut?"

"Well, when you cough you usually damage your vocal cords and make them swell...you must have been hacking pretty hard because yours actually started to bleed. It wasn't much but it was enough to cause it too pool in your mouth. After we treated that we had you hooked up and put in here until you woke up. A few days ago the swelling went down so we took out the respirator but your heart was still having moments in which it would speed up and slow down...almost dangerously at times."

"So...how am I now?"

"Well...since you're awake I would say you're doing pretty well. The doctor has you on his list of checkups so he'll be coming to see you today and possibly doing some tests. Until then just rest up and get lots of sleep. I'll let your brother know you've woken up." Patting Dean's knee thoughtfully Susan smiled up to him before leaving the room.

Once Dean was alone he had a chance to look around and get a good idea of just what shape he was in. With the information he had gotten from Susan he was able to piece bit by bit together. "In the hospital because of the flu?" Letting his head rest back into the pillow he sighed. "Where did I get it from?" Thinking back to the previous days all Dean could remember back to was the beer binge victory after the blow to the skull. That couldn't have done it, he'd done that a million times. It was more like he would get sick if he didn't do that. The previous hunt to that. What was it? Lifting a hand to his skull he scratched it with his lips curled in confusion, a comical sight for Dean in the least.

"Dean!" Lifting his eyes Dean saw Sam standing in the doorway, he was sickly pale...and thin. Before Dean had a chance to scold his brother for starving himself he was at his bedside checking him over a look of relief washing through those ocean eyes. "How you feeling"

Dean was reluctant to focus on his own condition and more worried about his brother. He had never seen Sam so thin before, not even when he was a teenager and was growing taller than wider. "M'fine."

"No smartass comment this time around?"

"You think I have the brain capacity?"

"Touche'." Both boy smirked as Sam pulled the chair under himself as he sat down. "I'm glad you're finally awake Dean."

"Heard you were almost putting yourself in here worrying about me." Sam looked away. Dean could see the guilt in his actions. Looking away himself he dwelled on the words he wanted to speak. He wanted to scold Sammy but console him at the same time. Tell him he was an idiot but a good brother...so instead. "I'm still not sick." Success, guilt gone and replaced by pure annoyance over his little brother's face. "Just because I'm in the hospital doesn't mean I'm sick."

"Dean...that logic is so farfetched it's alien."

"I like to think of it as expanded thinking."

"Yeah well don't overexert yourself."

"Ouch, dude. That was harsh." Both boys laughed. "So...Bobby's here?"

"Yeah, Pastor Jim, Caleb, Bobby...and dad."

Dean paled. "D-dad is here?" Sam could hear the nervousness in his brother's voice and shook his head.

"He's not mad, he's worried...and you know what dad does when he's worried. You learned that from him too."

"Yeah, beer, tequila and rum binge. You the only one here?"

"Yeah, Bobby left for the night with Pastor Jim and Caleb went with dad to watch out for him. Dad said he'll be back later."

"How's the hunt going?"

Sam went quiet, looking down he sighed inwardly before standing up and pulling his wallet from his back pocket. Pulling out an obit he handed it to Dean. "Someone else has died...I didn't get there in time."

Taking the obit Dean looked over it before up to his brother, the DOD(date of death) was the day Dean had been admitted into the hospital. Folding it up he sighed. "Sam..." Dean flashed his eyes up to the hurt on his brother's face. "...you had two choice that day...save a stranger or save me...family comes first...always." Sam nodded before looking down his face drawn in sorrow.

"I know...it's just...I should have saved both of you."

A knock on the door took both boys attention as they looked up to the doorway, the doctor was standing there with a smile on his lips. His hair was as dark as the beard that covered his face and the mustache that was over his lip. He walked in and set down the chart on Dean's legs before walking to the other side and wrapping his arms around Dean. "How are you feeling, son?"

"F-fine dad." Dean mumbled as he returned the gesture.

John frowned at the weak way his son returned the sign of affection, his finger barely able to clasp at the fabric on his back and his arms shivering. Maybe it was the cold or the fact that the father they were searching for had finally made an appearance after so long. "Good...good." Moving back John picked up the board.

"Playing doctor today?"

"It gave me a chance to get into the restricted areas."

"Restricted...what did you need to go there for?" Sam finally spoke up as he looked to his father.

"Another death Sammy...this one...was much younger..." John seemed to grow a little nervous. "A girl, about twenty."

"Where was she found?

John looked from Sam to Dean before walking to the exit. "She was found dead, that's all you need to know. Sam take care of Dean I'll be back in a little bit."

As the door closed both Sam and Dean exchanged glances. They both knew their father was hiding something big from them, and they both feared it had something to do with Dean.

Not really sure I'd call this my best work but it's rather early for me. Review if you would like me to continue. Next chapter involves more information on the hunt PLUS Bobby gets to see Dean for the first time since their father and Bobby had a falling out.