It was with great reluctance that Dean turned his back on the doors through which Sam had vanished. He turned and made his way back out to the waiting room. Just as he sat down there was a page on the intercom.

"Will the owner of a black Chevy Impala license plate KAZ 2Y please move your car from the Emergency Room entrance immediately? It's in a tow away zone."

"Damn"

He hustled out to the car before something could happen to anything else he cared about. He slid behind the wheel and maneuvered the car through the parking lot and into a secluded spot in the far corner away from traffic. After putting the car in park he gently patted the steering wheel.

"There you go baby."

He got out of the car and headed back into the hospital.

Just as he came through the doors the receptionist looked up and caught his eye.

"Excuse me. Mr. Winstin have you finished filling out your brother's admission forms?"

"Nah, I'll do them right now."

"Okay, just bring them back to me when you're done."

Dean headed over to a solitary chair in the corner and went to work filling in the forms using the information off of Mr. Sam Winston's insurance card. The busy helped to take his mind off what was going on in the OR.

When he was finished with the forms and had given them over to the receptionist whom had smiled politely at him, he decided to check-in with Bobby.

He dialed the number and waited.

"What?"

"Bobby, Sam's in the hospital. If anything happens to him it's all my fault."

"Why would you say that?"

"I dragged him to the bar and left him alone all night because I thought he just had a weak stomach. By the time I found him he was weak and feverish and now he's in surgery."

"Surgery! What's wrong with him?"

"He's having an appendectomy."

"Well, now I'm sure that's not your fault and you know that you've done everything you could do by getting him to the hospital when you did. Am I right?"

"I guess."

"Well the best thing you can do for Sam now is to take care of yourself. Have you eaten?"

"Not in awhile."

"Well go put some food in your gut and try to get some rest. You hear me, boy?"

"Yes sir."

"Dean keep me up-to-date with what's going on."

"Sure, Bobby."

With that Dean put away his cell phone and thought about what to eat even though he didn't want to because he knew Bobby was right and he had to be ready for when Sam needed him. Well leaving the hospital was out of the question that left the cafeteria or the vending machines. He opted for the vending machines because they were just around the corner from the waiting room.

When he got there his mind wandered off to his conversation with Bobby about how it wasn't his fault that his brother had almost died. He thought about his insistence on stopping to eat clams then how he had ignored Sam's pain because he was hot to trot. Finally, he thought about how he had been out all night while Sam could have been dying on the bathroom floor.

" Dam it, Sammy you have to be alright."

A tug on his sleeve pulled him out of his trance.

"Mister, are you okay?'

"Dean looked down into the face of a boy about 8 years old."

"Ah Yeah. Why?"

"Cause you look sad. "

"Why do you say that."

"Because you're crying and I cry when I'm sad so you must be sad."

"Well I guess maybe I am." Dean's hand brushed away the single tear that had escaped and run down his cheek.

"Who's Sammy?'

"My little brother."

"Is he sick? My little brother's sick."

"Yeah. What's his name?"

"Timmy. Mine's Tommy." The little boy extended his right hand.

"Well Hi Tommy I'm Dean." Dean shook the little hand which was engulfed by his much larger one and flashed the boy a grin.

Just then a pretty but anxious looking woman came around the corner.

"There you are, Tommy. What have I told you about talking to strangers."

"But we're not strangers Mom. This is Dean."

"Nice to meet you Mame." Dean extended his hand and smiled pleasantly at the woman.

"Nice to meet you." I'm sorry if Tommy has been bothering you. He's a bit outgoing."

"Not at all. We've become fast friends."

"Come on Tommy we've got to go they're going to let us see Timmy now."

"Okay. Bye, Dean. I hope Sammy's Okay."

"Bye, Tommy. Good Luck with Timmy."

With that mother and son were gone and Dean turned back to the vending machines. As he made his purchases of a bag of nuts and a cola he hoped that both Timmy and Sammy would be fine.