"Sam!"
Dean screamed as he fought the orderlies holding him down. The pain in his arm was ignored as he tried to get to Sam. His father warned him to watch out for Sam and never let him out of his sight.
"Damn it, hold him!" The orderly yelled as one of Dean's knees connected with his chin.
His partner glared. "I'm trying, but he's stronger then he looks."
"Listen to me, son," the doctor said. "You have to calm down. You're going to hurt yourself more."
"I have to get to Sam!" Dean protested.
"I need you to get this Sam in here right away," the doctor instructed the nurse. "I can't get this IV started with him struggling this hard."
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Caleb pulled a struggling Sam tight against his chest. The youngest Winchester was determined to follow his brother. The dark haired hunter was taken by surprise as Sam threw back his head cracking into Caleb's bottom lip.
"Shit!" Caleb cursed, tasting blood.
"Dean!"
"Easy, Tiger," Reaves soothed. "Dean will be alright."
"He needs me," the six year old protested. "He'll be scared without me."
Caleb knew this was true. He could feel Dean's emotions. The older boy wasn't scared for himself but for Sam. The older hunter could feel the young boy in his arms lose steam. Finally, Sam stopped struggling and Caleb relaxed his hold. He was surprised when something wet landed on his hand. A few seconds later two more drops fell. Sam didn't make a sound as he cried. He didn't know what to do in a situation like this. Usually Dean was the one to handle a crying Sam. The teen looked around for Pastor Jim. The older hunter was standing by the admitance counter filling out paper work. Caleb sigh and was about to say something when nurse walked out of the ER.
"Is there a Sam here?"
"I'm Sam!"
The nurse wasn't expecting the small boy to answer her. "I need you to come with me."
Caleb picked up Sam and followed the nurse. "Is something wrong?"
As soon as Reaves was beyond the doors he could hear Dean screaming for Sam. Caleb ran down the hall, bursting into the room.
"Sam!"
"Dean!"
Both boys yelled at the same time. Caleb had his hands full trying to hold Sam, but was more worried about Dean.
"Dean, stay put!" Reaves commanded as the boy tried to get up.
Dean knew to obey a command from Caleb. His father had drilled it into him that on a hunt it could mean life or death if he didn't listen to him or Caleb. The doctor smiled as the blond became still. He quickly started the IV as the nurse began to hook Dean to the heart monitor. Caleb didn't need a damned machine to know Dean's heart was racing. That meant the venom would travel through his blood stream faster. One of the nurses quickly took a blood and urine sample and rushed out of the room.
"Is he allergic to anything?" The doctor asked as he finished hanging the IV.
"Penicillin," Reaves promptly answered. The small boy eyes widened in alarm.
"You must be Sam." The doctor asked to distract him.
The boy nodded.
"I'm Doctor Tompkins."
"What happens now?" Caleb asked.
"Once the results come back from the blood and urine sample I'll know if the bite was a dry one or contained venom." He explained. "If there's venom present I'll start him on the anti-venom."
"Then he'll be all better?" Sam asked.
"Sammy," Dean called.
"I'm here," Sam said, leaning out of Caleb's arms to reach his brother.
"Think you can do something for me Sam?" Dr. Tompkins asked.
"Will it help Dean?"
"Yup." He smiled. "I need you to sit here on the bed with him and keep him company."
"I can do that!"
Caleb placed Sam next to his brother. The six-year-old went to take his brother's hand, but wasn't sure he could because of the needle sticking in the back of it. Sam turned to the doctor, biting his lower lip.
"It's okay, Sam, you can touch him."
Caleb sighed in relief as he felt both boys relax. The doctor took Caleb's elbow and led him away from the boys.
"Something wrong?" Caleb asked in concern.
"Everything's fine," he assured the teen. "Just wanted to know if Dean has been around horses."
"Pastor Jim's farm has horses," Reaves answered. "I'm pretty sure Dean helps with the chores."
"That might complicate things a bit."
"Why?"
"The anti-venom is a horse serum," Dr. Tompkins explained. "He could have an allergic reaction to it."
"The stop breathing kind of reaction?"
"Is that what happens to him with penicillin?" Caleb nodded. "This would be similar. It just complicates things because if the bite contained venom I have to push the first five vials within the hour."
Caleb looked at his watch. "Shit, its already been twenty minutes."
"I know, we'll…"
"Here are the results doctor."
The nurse handed him the read out and he scanned it quickly. "Prepare a piggy back line starting with three vials of anti-venom."
Caleb watched as the nurse walked away. "Guess it wasn't a dry bite."
"Afraid not," Dr. Tompkins said, walking back to Dean. "How are you doing, Dean?"
"I'm good."
The doctor smiled knowing Dean was putting on a brave front for his little brother. "Well the test came back and the snake did inject venom."
"Kinda figured that," Dean said.
The doctor laughed. "Now what we're going to do is start you on the anti-venom. You're friend here…"
"Uncle," Dean interrupted.
"Yeah, Uncle Caleb," Sam giggled.
The doctor gave Caleb and apprising look.
"He knows I hate the Uncle part." Caleb explained.
"Well your Uncle Caleb told me you've been around horses so you might have a reaction to the serum."
Sam quickly put the pieces together and panicked. "You mean he's gonna stop breathing like with the penicillin?"
"It's okay Sam," Dean said, squeezing his hand.
"Dean's right," the doctor said. "We'll be able to help him if something happens."
"Promise?"
"I promise," Dr. Tompkins smiled. The nurse walked over with the medication and handed it to him. "Okay, Dean, you let me know if you start to have trouble breathing."
Dean nodded as he watched the doctor hang the second IV bag up with the first. He was relieved when he saw the doctor put the needle in the rubber piece on the other tube. The thought of being stuck again made him shudder.
"Are you cold?" the nurse asked.
"Dean's afraid of needles." Sam smiled.
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Hell, Runt, I'm afraid of them to so quit picking on your brother."
Caleb checked his watch, frowning. The second IV was draining quickly but Caleb knew they had to get two more vials into Dean in less then thirty minutes. When a quarter of the IV was left Reaves felt Dean panic.
"Dean!" Sam cried.
Caleb looked at Sam and realized the younger boy felt it too. This wasn't something John was going to be thrilled about.
"Dean are you having trouble?" Dr. Tomkins asked. The boy nodded and the nurse handed the doctor a syringe. "All right, don't panic this will help."
Caleb could see Dean was starting to take gasping breaths. His eyes were opened wide in fear. The alarm on the heart monitor went off and Dean jumped The doctor injected the contents of the syringe into Dean's arm. Sam scowled at the doctor as the nurse tried to put an oxygen mask over Dean's face. The blond wanted no part of the mask, shaking his head back and forth. Caleb took the mask from the nurse.
"Easy, Deuce, this will help." The teen lowered the mask as he ran his hand over Dean's hair.
"Relax, Dean," Dr. Tompkins soothed. "Just take a deep breath."
Dean tried but all he could manage was short gasps.
"You promised!" Sam shouted, turning to the doctor.
"It's okay, Sam, look," Caleb said.
Sam turned back to his brother and saw Dean gulping in air. "Dean?"
Dean squeezed Sam's hand as he took in a deep breath. He felt both of Sam's small hands wrap around his as he slowly got his breathing under control. The feeling reminded him of the time the poltergeist tried to strangle him. Dad was there to save him. He sure wished his father was here now.