Chapter 11

Dean and Ginny spent the best part of the night in those cold uninviting plastic chairs waiting for news on Sam's condition whilst consuming large quantities of coffee.

It was nearing 6am when a nurse approached them as they sat in a sleepless stupor. "Mr Winton?" She asked softly

Dean stood so quickly his chair skittered backwards several yards. "Yeah! Any news on my brother?"

"Yes. He's out of surgery and heading to recovery. If you'll follow me, I'll take you up to the recovery waiting room."

Dean ran his hand through his hair, sighing heavily. He began to follow the nurse towards the elevators when he noticed that Ginny was not beside him. He stopped and turned back to where she was still sitting in the waiting area. "You coming?" He asked.

"It's okay – you go and see him. I'll wait for you here." She replied.

Dean frowned at her and then turned back to the nurse waiting at the elevator. "Gimme a sec." He walked back to Ginny. "Do you realise that things could have been a lot difference if you weren't there last night?" He held out his hand to her. "Come on."

"Look Dean, he's your brother. I don't know him and he doesn't know me. So you just go and see him okay? I'll wait here." She replied.

Dean blew out a long exaggerated breath and grabbed a hold of her arm, pulling her to her feet. "Don't be such a pain! I want you to come and see Sam with me now."

"Okay, okay! You win! I'll go with you!" Ginny said, feeling a little overwhelmed at Dean's insistence that she accompany him.

Without another word, Dean turned and walked over to where the nurse was waiting patiently by the elevators with Ginny in tow. They made their way up to the next floor, following the nurse down a short corridor that opened up to a small waiting room fitted out with a comfortable looking sofa and several over-stuffed armchairs.

"Just wait here and Dr Menzies will be with you shortly." The nurse left Dean and Ginny alone.

Ginny took one look at one of the armchairs and gratefully sank down into it. "Ooh! After those hard plastic chairs downstairs, this is just like heaven on a stick!"

Dean chose to stand and wait for the doctor, feeling that if he sank into one of the chairs, he'd never get back up again. After only a few minutes of playing the dreaded waiting game again, he began to pace the small confines of the waiting room.

Ginny sat quietly watching as Dean took the necessary steps that took him from one side of the room to the other and then back again – all the while praying that the doctor came soon before she sprang from her chair and crash tackled Dean to the ground and sat on him to prevent him from driving her insane with his pacing.

Ginny was just about to spring out of her chair when Dr Menzies came into the room. Dean was in his face in a flash.

"How's Sam?" He asked.

"Sam's doing very well. He's just being moved from the recovery ward to a room. I should also advise you that due to the extent and the nature of your brother's injuries, the police had to be called and they will be sending an officer over later to take a statement. But in the meantime, if you follow me, I'll take you to his room." Dr Menzies turned and led the way down to a room at the other end of the corridor. "I must stress to you that Sam's injuries are extensive and he's been through quite an ordeal. You should only stay for a short while and then let him get some rest, okay?"

"Sure thing doc." Dean said with a grateful smile and then turned to enter the room. He slowly made his way over to the bed, taking in the sight of this brother attached to several machines that were monitoring his condition. Dean stood pensively next to the bed, closely scrutinising his brother. Sam's face was a mass of bruising and welts that continued down onto his chest and right arm. His left arm was encased in plaster.

As Dean stood gazing down at him, Sam's eyes fluttered open. Sam's mouth opened but no sound would come out.

"Hey Sammy, it's okay. Don't try to talk. Everything okay." Dean said, grateful to see his brother awake.

Sam reached out with his right hand and grasped Dean's arm. Dean leaned closer, trying to catch Sam's whispered words. "Marina….from the motel."

"Yeah Sammy, I know. I'll take care of it, I promise. There is someone here I want you to meet…." He turned and looked for Ginny but she was nowhere nearby. With a frown, Dean went to the door and found her leaning against the wall outside. "My God you are stubborn!" Dean said with exasperation.

Ginny shrugged. "I just feel like I'm intruding, that's all."

Dean grasped her hand and began to pull her into the room and up to Sam's bedside. At Dean's approach, Sam's eyes fluttered open once more.

"Hey Sam just wanted you to meet Ginny. You won't believe this but she's the one who took out Mercer."

Sam's eyes turned to Ginny and a small smile touched his swollen lips. "Hi." He whispered.

Ginny smiled back. "Hi there yourself Sam."

Just then, a nurse appeared at the foot of Sam's bed. "I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Sam needs his rest now."

"Oh yeah sure." Dean leaned close to Sam and whispered, "Hey Sam, you're in luck….hot nurse!" Dean saw the smile on Sam's lips widen slightly. "I'll be back later."

He and Ginny left the room and made their way to the elevator and down to the ground floor. "Want me to drop you off at the motel?" Ginny asked.

Dean's whole demeanour changed as they walked towards the car. "Hell yes. I need to get my hands on that bitch!"

"Hey." Ginny said. Dean stopped and looked at her. "I'm sorry all this had to happen."

"It's not your fault! You didn't know what was gonna happen! C'mon let's get moving." Dean said getting into the car.

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Upon arriving at the motel, Dean was almost out of the car before it had come to a complete stop. He made a b-line for the motel office, reaching to push open the door but it was locked. Dean rattled the handle several times and then peered in through the glass.

"Damn it!" He hissed. He turned and began to walk quickly towards the motel room. He noted the key still protruding from the lock and quickly turned it, opening up the door. He walked in slowly and stood in the middle of the room, his mind racing over the events of the last day.

Ginny stood in the doorway, waiting for Dean to either notice her or move. When he did neither, she slowly approached him, gently placing her hand on his arm. "Dean, why don't you have a rest? You're almost out on your feet."

"Don't know about resting but I could use a hot shower." Dean said, as he moved his neck from side to side, trying to edge out the tension that was lying there. "What about you?"

Ginny reached up and gently put her arms around Dean's neck and gently kissed him but before she could reply, her cell phone began to chime. She fished into her pocket and flipped it open. "Hello?…..Oh hi Kurt….Yeah, I'm really sorry but I'm just not feeling very well today…….yeah, I'll call you later…..thanks…..bye." She then tossed the phone onto the bed. "Okay, now where were we?"

Dean reached out and pulled her close to him. "Right about here. But you haven't answered my question."

"And what question was that." Ginny asked clasping her hands behind Dean's neck.

"I'm gonna take a shower – what are you gonna do?" Dean leaned down and began to gently place small, seductive kisses on Ginny's neck. If Dean had not been holding her, she could have well crumbled down in a heap at his feet for his lips had found the right spot – just behind her ear.

"I guess I'm gonna join you." She whispered.

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